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first away for me was QPR ....on my own, 9decided to go on a school trip) ...set off Friday night hitchhiking down to London ....got a lift off some bloke to the M62/M6 junction....on the slip road....stood there for about an hour, cars shooting past at 70mph plus...I decided I wasn't gonna get a lift there, so I started walking along the hard shoulder...got to the first junction tried there for a bit but hardly any cars were coming on....so I decided to walk to the next junction.....only trouble was, a big £#%&! off bridge...the Thelwall Viaduct walking sideways between the crash barrier and the bridge railings .... looking down over the edge, It still has me in a cold sweat remembering it now .....eventually got over it and to the next junction, and not long after got a lift to Knutsford services....thank god there were no CCTV cameras around in the 70s hopped from one service station to the next and finally got to the end of the M1 at around 7am.......knackered. at the match....0-0 at half time, everyone sat down...I fell asleep....despite the mayhem around me, I slept through both the goals in the second half in a 1-1 draw |
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The nativity of youth ....... On one occasion, with a mate in tow....we tried to get to Wolves away and ended up in Nottingham ...via Blyth () ....an hour before kick off......missed the game, obv. I blame him entirely.....for some reason he thought the M1 was the best route down to Wolverhampton ....£#%&! knows how we ended up in Blyth though.....i suppose I should be glad the driver didn't want to £#%&! us How I survived a trip down to another London away with some reds that picked me up hiking again AND brought me back , I'll never know......they took some spare petrol with them in the boot....not in a proper sealed container.....but in a bucket, with a plank of wood on top Really mental times tbh |
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Up at Newcastle, the day Best was threatened with an IRA bullet (said he never stood still all game) got split up after the match and given a chasing by geordies. Gave em the slip but was totally lost. Thought I was £#%&!ing dead with them marauding all over. Mini screeches to a halt and lads jump out. Turns out they were Reds, one of them with an eye half hanging out. They gave me a lift to the station and I got on the waiting train - found mates. Under siege with geordies raining bricks and stuff down on the train, one of our lads had a stammer and had his head out of the window giving it the “f-f-f-f-£#%&! off you g-g-g-Geordie.....” and got hit full in the face with a meat pie. You had to be there. |
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Told this before, but my funniest/scariest moment came at the fa cup semi replay at Goodson v Liverpool in 1979 ( 1- 0, greenhoff)
Had arranged to meet 2 mates in the royal pub in wythenshawe about half five then drive over to dippersville, just before we set off a lad in the pub who was a bit older than us, but we knew just on nodding terms asked if he could come along...he had no ticket but would either jib in or get a ticket outside...his name was Les Get to the game, park up about a mile from the ground, moody as £#%&!, scousers everywhere looking for us, we just kept our heads down and got to our end, Les got a ticket face value and in we go Anyway, greenhoff wins it for us and it’s wembley here we come Outside the ground it’s very nasty, the 4 of us say stick together, say £#%&! all and get to the car ASAP Doing ok until about 100 yards from the car, gang of mickeys on the corner see the 4 of us and sends ove this nipper, aged about 12, who asks “ got the time on yer, la?” He’s waiting to hear our accents, but before any of us responds, Les volleys him in the %@#$&!s, then starts to stamp all over him. The scouse gang across the road can’t believe what they’ve just seen, so it delays them chasing us...we are off like usain bolt, me and a mate ended up lying in this back garden scared to breathe About an hour later we make our way back to the car, Les is waiting for us We ask why the £#%&! he had just battered a 12 year old, he replies “ little @#%&! was trying to suss us out, if he’s old enough for that he’s old enough for a kicking...no @#%&! does that to me” We decided not to debate his viewpoint, which is just as well because when we recounted this tale in the pub the following weekend it turns out Les was a £#%&!ing loon who had periodic mental health episodes and hadn’t long been out of Risley Still laugh when I picture that little scouser getting booted in the knackers, but it could have been bad news for us if we had been caught |