Yes, and some City fans were saying they didn’t want the types that were at that game. The types whose presence stopped them getting battered.
I could even drink Carling if it was free. Well,maybe, and if I was very thirsty and there was nothing else
Some of those same 'types' saved me & my Mrs from some aggravation at an evening game in Hartlepool; I'd parked further away from the ground than I'd meant to and got into a road full of gobby youths, luckily enough some of ours had just left a pub at the end of the road and fortunately said youths melted away.
Going to City away was a very dangerous thing to do in the 60’s 70’s and even early 80’s, without, let’s face it, the bravery of lads like Totty and others, many fans would have got done. It all got a bit silly in the mid 80’s when knobheads started using weapons inc knives, and going in 20-1, cowards then cowards today.
Late 60s early 70s you were lucky if there was one full coach in addition to supporters club.Twice went to Sunderland in Neill’s days and there was only 1 coach. Only I coach on 3 visits to Cardiff. Same with Millwall. And Fulham and QPR. Just one coach at Bramall Lane the season before Neill arrived. One coach at Leicester plus supporters coach 70/71. They brought about 3,000 here.
I think I could go teetotal if Carling was the only beer. My son drinks it. I wonder if my wife cheated on me or whether he was switched at birth.
With age comes a gradual decline in the number of tastebuds we have*, thus changing how things taste. If you give Carling another go maybe you'll change your mind, that or stick to gravy ermmm real ale. *Some claim old man Sumatran has a deficit of tastebuds, I couldn't possibly comment. The views expressed in my posts are not necessarily mine.
We were supposed to go to Sunderland on an East Yorkshire, but only 11 turned up, so we went to York to watch Brian Cloughs Brighton, York won 3-0, and took only a hundred to Sheffield Wednesday on Boxing Day 1973, we nearly got slaughtered that day, but for the help of Sheffield Utd fans in the station, todays away fans don’t know the half
Brilliant picture Buck,thanks for posting It brought back memories of Dave and his big Brother Kev.Their late Mother and my late Grandmother were inseparable friends and Dave now lives in my Grannys old house... I meet him (Dave)at a lot of games home and away and always get a ticket sitting next to him in the South at home games(he sits with my cousin).Met him in a pub at Boro at the tail end of last season and Preston at the beginning of this season,he'd travelled with Urika and G.K...Great days with great lads!!!
I was on that bus I think. Late 90s? Cardiff was a fun away day those days. Big cage around the stand as was the norm then.
