We were going to nearly every match from Mansfield, home and away, so almost every game was 'an away match' ... ... we did things to relieve the boredom but some of the stuff was insane when you look back on it. At Northampton I hid a white cane and dark sunglasses in the boot. When we parked up I hung back, from the lads, and grabbed them. The next they heard was Northampton fans yelping as I whacked their calves with the stick. The lads were in stitches Now, with a bit of encouragement, I took it a step further, walked out into the dual carriageway and started walking round in circles. Eventually I managed to bring the traffic to a standstill but no-one honked their horn. After a few minutes a pedestrian grabbed my arm and guided me to the side of the road! Absolutely shameful tbh but those were the days.
Lots of fun,but don't tell the kids! We must have followed each other around.....I was at the Northampton match too,but I'd been there before.Their ground only had 3 sides as the 4th was the cricket pitch,so I thought I'd beat the traffic and come in through the cricket club entrance on the side with no stand. I'm in my Safc kit, but they took my ticket and nobody stopped me,so I'm ambling across the cricket ground towards the football pitch when I'm suddenly set on by a couple of stewards clearly anticipating trouble. Despite my protestations of innocence,they insisted on escorting me into the away end,very perplexed to know I'd gained entry! I told them I'd just walked in.....they couldn't believe it! Mind you,a lot of 3rd division clubs were scared of the problems our away support might cause them that season. PS: Think we won 2-0 that day?
I know most of the lads who were on that bus, and remember them telling me the story Could have sworn it was the red hand of Ulster flag though? And it was a dodgy £20 you gave them to get the beers in!
Quite right mate. I'd been called to see a family of Nottingham gangsters who's name I can't mention, I knew them from working the doors. I went up to their farm, at Bulwell, and the head of the family waved me inside when I pulled up. I walked in and he was sitting on a 'throne' made of bundles of fake twenties, it even had a drinks holder. He'd heard I was going to London and asked me to deliver a large amount to a business colleague Rather than argue I said I would for a pack of notes worth £5000 if they were real. We kitted the car up like normal supporters with scarves out of the windows and daft hats on to avoid the police. Mission accomplished we got to The Den and I sent Pete in to test a note, he was straight in. I'd told him to stand at the top of the steps so I went along the queue, gave every other person a twenty and told them to give the change, a tenner, to the lad with the daft hat. We changed about 150 so we were well up. I went to the beer queue and handed out more twenties then took the change ... ... when the hand went on my shoulder I thought I'd been rumbled and it was a copper. I went to run for it until I saw who it was standing laughing at me
