Any way there's no chance of seeing this again which is a pity considering what we have to watch now at half time At halftime, when Donne was to take spot kicks against the Millwall mascot, Zampa the Lion was nowhere to be seen. Then the sea of South Londoners parted, and out he marched, straight from the stands. This was unusual. Donne typically met the rival mascot before each match."We have a chat, have a beer and a half -- that's what mascots do," he says. "They'd put someone in the costume to fill me in" -- to beat him up. Then Donne heard a Millwall hooligan shout, "Rip his head off, Zampa!" As Cyril stomped onto the field from his position in front of the Swansea fans, a hush fell over the Vetch. Swan and lion were now standing beak to snout in the center circle. Zampa was 6 feet tall and heavyset, his face permanently frozen in a s----eating grin. "What's going on then?" Donne shouted at his colleague, but the man inside Zampa gave no reply. Instead he threw a jab at Cyril. Here we go then, thought Donne. "I'm looking up at the stadium control room, and I'm saying to myself, 'Eddie, behave!' I'm the groundsman. It's my life." But Zampa kept swinging. Then he reached to pull off Cyril's head, a serious no-no. Donne's response was swift. "I gave him an uppercut," he says. The crowd roared, thousands of people cheering on this rumble in a cartoonish jungle. "His head came off in my hands," Donne recalls, so Cyril clomped off the field and drop-kicked it into the Millwall stand. The headless lion limped away. "Don't f--- with the Swans!" Donne shouted after him. Police officers dashed onto the field. "I just ran straight down the pitch, down the tunnel," Donne says. Two officers were right behind him. Cyril skidded around a corner and slipped into a dressing room. The policemen hammered on the door, shouting, "Where's that bird? Where's that mascot? We need him out here!" Donne shimmied out of the costume and calmly walked out another door. The police found Cyril in a pile on the floor. Donne says that when his girlfriend, Rebecca, a new mother, saw photos of the brawl, she told him, "There's absolutely something wrong with you!" It had been light-hearted until Zampa grabbed Cyril by the head, only for Cyril to retaliate by ripping Zampa’s head off and drop kicking it into the crowd at the Vetch Field and allegedly sating “Don’t **** with swans”.
From what I read it was a complete cock up. It was supposed to start at 12.30 and they left at 12.00. So people arrived for the 12.30 start were all left bemused as to what was going on.
....and they complain about the Americans...... Levien and Kaplan are probably looking at it and thinking - nothing to worry about here.
On the way home. Pretty much a ‘standard’ victory - but had we had any real pace and penetration, we could have thumped them. Mulder did really well when called upon, Roberts and John were both competent at full-back, whilst VdH and Carter-Vickers were solid. In fact, Carter-Vickers was my MoM. Dan James looked dangerous, Baker-Richardson tried hard whilst Grimes really looks a decent Championship player. Special mention to Byers - looks a decent prospect. Routledge battled hard. Celina was quiet until Oli appeared, All in all, 3 decent points.