The good old days ...

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<laugh> ****ing glad I never went to matches with you in those days! :emoticon-0105-wink:
And I'm saying that as a 6th Dan!:emoticon-0102-bigsm

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 <laugh>

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.
 
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We were going to almost 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 <laugh>

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.

<laugh> <laugh> 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?
 
It was amazing how many away games were total chaos, as if the police were absolutely useless.

Aldershot was just the same as Chesterfield. The away end filled up, with hundreds still outside, so people went in anywhere. We, with a few hundred more, ended up in their mainstand seats. When the SC holders arrived the police wanted us out but there was no more room on the terraces ...

... so we ended up sitting in the aisles of a rickety overcrowded wooden stand full of pensioners <doh>

Long story alert!

Before the game we'd had an incident on the dual carriageway coming into Alldershot. A minibus from Peterlee, carrying a well known gang, had an IRA flag in the back window purely to wind up the local squaddies.

We just happened to have an imitation pistol and ski mask in the glove box of Steve Nattrass's car. That sounds very much like an outrageous lie but it's not, we had it for comedy purposes on those long journeys up and down the country.

I was in the front passenger seat, put the mask on and got Steve to pull alongside. He sounded the horn and, as the Pirates looked over, I slowly raised the pistol onto the door edge. Everyone ducked including the driver <laugh>

The following year, at Millwall, I was in the halftime beer queue and someone put a heavy hand on my shoulder. 'You owe me a pint, I was on that minibus at Aldershot.'

'How did you know, I had a mask on?'

'I'll never forget them eyes you bastard!'
I know most of the lads who were on that bus, and remember them telling me the story <laugh>
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!
 
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I know most of the lads who were on that bus, and remember them telling me the story <laugh>
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!

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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 <whistle>

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 <laugh>
 
It was amazing how many away games were total chaos, as if the police were absolutely useless.

Aldershot was just the same as Chesterfield. The away end filled up, with hundreds still outside, so people went in anywhere. We, with a few hundred more, ended up in their mainstand seats. When the SC holders arrived the police wanted us out but there was no more room on the terraces ...

... so we ended up sitting in the aisles of a rickety overcrowded wooden stand full of pensioners <doh>

Long story alert!

Before the game we'd had an incident on the dual carriageway coming into Alldershot. A minibus from Peterlee, carrying a well known gang, had an IRA flag in the back window purely to wind up the local squaddies.

We just happened to have an imitation pistol and ski mask in the glove box of Steve Nattrass's car. That sounds very much like an outrageous lie but it's not, we had it for comedy purposes on those long journeys up and down the country.

I was in the front passenger seat, put the mask on and got Steve to pull alongside. He sounded the horn and, as the Pirates looked over, I slowly raised the pistol onto the door edge. Everyone ducked including the driver <laugh>

The following year, at Millwall, I was in the halftime beer queue and someone put a heavy hand on my shoulder. 'You owe me a pint, I was on that minibus at Aldershot.'

'How did you know, I had a mask on?'

'I'll never forget them eyes you bastard!'

I still have no idea how we lost that match. ****ing Steve Berry.
 
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It seems to have gone around yesterday. I was also sent an account, at the same time, that was from one of the lads I was with on the day. I think it was in Dave Ashfield's Sunderland book, Relentless Misery.

"This is what happened.... we were walking back and yes the CBS ambushed our lads in a car park we piled in to help and we heard a shout of hes got a blade. I looked over to nev and saw one theirs running in from the side towards nev. I shouted to ya left mate lad came in nev checked stuck his leg out and he went flying I moved turned back and got kicked in the chest by a coppers foot in a horse s stirrup."

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One of the dullest accents ever .
"It's a penalty, it's not fair yer know"
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