Chilco the pitch invader.![]()
In the last few weeks we have found out that Chilco is the original 70s hooligan and Fats is a skate

Chilco the pitch invader.![]()

I was just going to write something similar No7! But you've missed out that Beddy was a Pompey fraterniser (should that be frattoniser?). The things you find out about the most unlikely people eh?In the last few weeks we have found out that Chilco is the original 70s hooligan and Fats is a skate![]()
Yes mate there was hostility soon afterwards I gather (I hope it wasn't me and my antics that started it.......)
My Saints attendances in those days was a little scarce because of my time away admittedly, although I still went to matches both at Fratton and the dell although mostly in uniform, when ever I could. I have to admit I didn't have any problems although I did hear of the odd fracas. Also another perhaps strange phenomenon was in London around 64/65. Pompey were playing one of the London clubs as were the saints. We bumped into a load of Home supporters (Sorry cant remember the club) they were giving the Pompey fans a real beating. About 6 of us went to the aid of the Pompey boys to even things out a bit (as you do) Both we and Pompey gave a good account of ourselves. Sadly one of the Pompey fans was taken to hospital. (I heard later that he had in fact died).
I wasn't able to go to any more matches until towards the end of that season. Now a civilian I met my Pompey mates and went into Fratton. I was recognised by one of the lot from the day in London who paraded me amongst his mates (as a Saints fan I might Add) and that didn't seem to matter. They took me to a pub after the game not far from the ground and I swear I have never had so much drink in my life. I ended up sleeping on my mates floor. He drove me home the next morning still hardly able to stand, puking up every where. My head felt the size of a house. My young wife going bananas (we didn't have mobiles in those days) It took me about a week to recover. As penance to my wife I had to buy her an automatic washing machine I seem to remember. Happy days though although the football violence was to escalate with most clubs especially Millwall I gather.

A game i will never forget was against Newcastle at The Dell in 1995 - we were one nil down with about 3 minutes to go and ended up winning 3-1 ! I remember Watson scored the 2nd goal. The old place was rocking ! Me and my other half went to the Rising Sun on Shirley High St on the way home after the game and there was loads of Newcastle and Saints fans in there and good music, and i got so blattered and remember we were all singing Fog on The Tyne at one stage, geordies and mushes together. It was a great night but i had to get up at 0600 next morning to go to LHR to fly out to Guyana to join a ship, feeling like s... but so happy about the game the evening before.
Brilliant story from Beddy which somehow sums up what being a football fan is all about. In terms of Saints v Pompey rivalry, going back (half?) a generation before Beddy’s take qto just post war, my Dad was a Saints fan in the RN, and whenever his ship docked in Portsmouth he would go to whichever team out of Saints and Pompey was playing at home. It wasn’t that there was no rivalry in those days, it was just that the rivalry was of lesser importance to the actual business of watching live football, which of course you could only do in those days by going to a game. Just imagine going to Fratton to watch Pompey and being recognised as a Saints fan, or vice versa, and not having to be taken to Intensive Care afterwards.Top stuff Beddy, think I recall you telling the story in London but always good to read again![]()
Anyone else wish to unburden themselves...?

Brilliant story from Beddy which somehow sums up what being a football fan is all about. In terms of Saints v Pompey rivalry, going back (half?) a generation before Beddy’s tale to just post war, my Dad was a Saints fan in the RN, and whenever his ship docked in Portsmouth he would go to whichever team out of Saints and Pompey was playing at home. It wasn’t that there was no rivalry in those days, it was just that the rivalry was of lesser importance to the actual business of watching live football, which of course you could only do in those days by going to a game. Just imagine going to Fratton to watch Pompey and being recognised as a Saints fan, or vice versa, and not having to be taken to Intensive Care afterwards.
C'mon SS, you're secretly Sammy Saint aren't you....
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