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NewI also forgot the wall falling down at Halifax in a 5-1 away win , it just fell over


The whole ground looked like it was falling down, remember there was a flimsy wall between Mens and ladies toilets and you could see straight thro into men's toilets.......not a view I can get out of my head easily ...
 



Golf ball from Man City fans at the back of the Kop many moons ago

One bounce off me head, straight to the railings
 
Anyone remember the away game at Blackburn where someone had found an old settee which was dragged onto the old terrace and set fire to. Talking 1980 ish here. We were late into the ground too as they'd only open end two or three turnstiles and parked a huge police horse between said turnstiles.

I've also been spat on and had coins thrown at Forest...
 
got one of my front teeth knocked out by peschisolido while training before a match i thought id been bloody punched it hit me so hard :D he did come over to me though and ruffled my hair and apologised i was only about 8 at the time .
thats my claim to fame anyway:)
 
managed to dodge a dart thrown at us at Bloomfield Road - then some idiot picked it up and threw it back...

I had a similar experience at Hull in the early 80s. Queuing for a pie, a housebrick came over the wall and hit the bloke in front of me in the head. As he hit the floor, one of ours picked the brick up and threw it back where it had come from. The 4th Division game at Bradford was very similar - so much concrete was coming our way that I ducked every time a pigeon flow over. I was fortunately able to move to the cowshed for the 2nd half.
 
In millwalls Aden they were throwing sharper 2p pieces at us many were stopped by the netting (obviously happened before) our fans were throwing them back. We were 3-0 up in about 15 mins and our fans train was late so they missed first 3 goals. Think final score was 1-4
 
Very wise to watch out for those pigeons. Although, I feel as though I escaped lightly judging by some of the above incidents.

HH
 
I've had coins thrown at me at Barnsley Train Station (you'd think they'd need to hang on to all the money they could get wouldn't you?)

Someone once through a pie at me at Molineux (remember when we shared their terracing when 2 sides of the ground were *being redeveloped*?) It exploded on the chain link fencing and splattered my face with meatiness. I bet whoever threw it was well pissed off when I started eating the bits plastered to my face.
*fucked*

Ayresome Park was the worst though. 89/90 season. It was surrounded by terraced houses and after the match they parked all the coaches 3 abreast on the road outside the ground and it was up to you to find yours. So the Blades fans were milling about in the tiny gaps between the coaches while the locals were pegging various bits of masonry over the top and down onto the Blades fans.
When we finally got on the coaches they were being pelted as well and some windows went through.
Thankfully, the Police were there and they attempted to diffuse the situation in an unconventional way by doing fuck all.
They then gave us an escort to the best road in the area (the one that takes you the hell out of there) but to do this they took us through a housing estate that resembled Beirut. you know the ones where the window cleaners used sanders? There was a barrier at the end of the road which was temporarily open to allow the coaches to bump across a grass verge onto the dual carriageway. The last house before the barrier was the only one on the street that had not been glazed with ply. The garden was full of feral little kids pegging anything that wasn't nailed down at the coaches as they passed. Meanwhile what I presume was at least some of them's Father was in the doorway dressed in a vest that could have crawled into the washing machine on its own. He was drinking some sort of Happy Shopper Special Brew whilst surveying his minions with immense pride.
Never have I been more pleased to get out of a town in all my life.
 
A very nicely penned piece Billy,

Ayresome Park was the worst though. 89/90 season.

would that be the match where we were 3-0 up at half-time?

imagine what that was like for a bunch of Donny Blades (straight up the A19 from Bentley) who had to stand on their kop.

Don't know yer born! (smiley winky thing)
 
A very nicely penned piece Billy,



would that be the match where we were 3-0 up at half-time?

imagine what that was like for a bunch of Donny Blades (straight up the A19 from Bentley) who had to stand on their kop.

Don't know yer born! (smiley winky thing)

Thanks, :)

Don't know about being 3-0 up, I think it might have been 3-1. Did we end up drawing 3-3 but felt like we'd lost? I seem to remember Bernie Slaven scoring against us AGAIN! :)
 
Went to Stockpot a few years ago, evening match, got off the tarin looking forward to a few pints my mate (really my mate) walks straight into one of the victorian pillars holding the station roof up, knowcks himself clean out.
 
Man City away at Maine Road in 93/94 (0-0 draw, Nathan Blake upended for a blatant penalty near the end not given...) - my first proper away game

Some young lass a couple of rows in front of me copped a half whisky bottle in the side of the head thrown from the old Kippax Corner. Blood everywhere, horrible.

Seem to remember the old bill wading in and dragging the guy out who'd thrown it so they must have got him on CCTV
 
I've had coins thrown at me at Barnsley Train Station (you'd think they'd need to hang on to all the money they could get wouldn't you?)

Someone once through a pie at me at Molineux (remember when we shared their terracing when 2 sides of the ground were *being redeveloped*?) It exploded on the chain link fencing and splattered my face with meatiness. I bet whoever threw it was well pissed off when I started eating the bits plastered to my face.
*fucked*

Ayresome Park was the worst though. 89/90 season. It was surrounded by terraced houses and after the match they parked all the coaches 3 abreast on the road outside the ground and it was up to you to find yours. So the Blades fans were milling about in the tiny gaps between the coaches while the locals were pegging various bits of masonry over the top and down onto the Blades fans.
When we finally got on the coaches they were being pelted as well and some windows went through.
Thankfully, the Police were there and they attempted to diffuse the situation in an unconventional way by doing fuck all.
They then gave us an escort to the best road in the area (the one that takes you the hell out of there) but to do this they took us through a housing estate that resembled Beirut. you know the ones where the window cleaners used sanders? There was a barrier at the end of the road which was temporarily open to allow the coaches to bump across a grass verge onto the dual carriageway. The last house before the barrier was the only one on the street that had not been glazed with ply. The garden was full of feral little kids pegging anything that wasn't nailed down at the coaches as they passed. Meanwhile what I presume was at least some of them's Father was in the doorway dressed in a vest that could have crawled into the washing machine on its own. He was drinking some sort of Happy Shopper Special Brew whilst surveying his minions with immense pride.
Never have I been more pleased to get out of a town in all my life.
My sister used to live near Ayresome Park. What a dump. I'm sure I saw a 'Happy Shopper' supermarket in boro. Nothing but Happy Shopper products.
 
Anyone remember the away game at Blackburn where someone had found an old settee which was dragged onto the old terrace and set fire to. Talking 1980 ish here. We were late into the ground too as they'd only open end two or three turnstiles and parked a huge police horse between said turnstiles.

I've also been spat on and had coins thrown at Forest...

I was at that match. I think it would have been 82-83 ish. I was going out with a lass from nearby Darwen (she lived near Bradford and me in Leeds) and she was wearing a scarf that had Darwen connections.

We were very closely watched by a young policeman who couldn't work out what a lass from Darwen was doing in the away end with a Blade!!!
 
I feel deprived! Spat at at Port Vale, coins thrown from the upper tier against Forest and a punch coming out of Molineux is all.
 



Only mildly related but a funny story all the same.

My brother String got dragged off the cop for throwing stuff. Turns out it was bog roll or argos slips or something. Imagine my parents delight at seeing their eldest paraded around the edge of the pitch by two coppers.
 
I remember the fuzz at hillsboro , obviously a pig fan ejecting a blade after Davisons goal for throwing a pie , one hed been eating and that went skyward with joy on scoring , if anyone found it they probably finished it off we were half way up the upper deck hed have to have been geoff capes to get near the nearest owl
 
Walking from the train station in Chesterfield with around 2,000 blades, singing n shouting, surrounded by coppers on horses, on foot and with dogs, one cop shouts stfu or we are coming in. 30 secs later a police dog dashes thru the crowd "I'm only about 14 so in the middle" and bites my leg, 14 stitches after the game at Chesterfield royal hospital oh and had a police horse stand on my foot in Manchester .
Luckiest escape waiting on I think it was Piccadilly station Manchester loads of manure fans followed us on, usual taunting etc they start to cross the tracks as a train pulls in full of city fans who disembark swiftly and attack the manure fans leaving blades, probably around 80-100 to catch their train n watch the ruck in comfort (relative)
 
Thanks, :)

Don't know about being 3-0 up, I think it might have been 3-1. Did we end up drawing 3-3 but felt like we'd lost? I seem to remember Bernie Slaven scoring against us AGAIN! :)
John Francis heads us into the lead. Bernie Slaven equalised before half time. Two quick goals by Ian Bryson, Alan Comfort (now a lay preacher) and Slaven (again) makes it 3-3

 
Bert had a snooker ball (white) chucked at him at Ayresome Park season 70-71. It missed, as did the bottles at Hull that season.

I was at both those games. I didn't escape a good battering at M'boro but avoided the bottles at Hull.

Worst I remember was Valley Parade during our 4th division season, bottles, darts, bricks , coins, sauce bottles, kitchen sink,
 
My uncle left Prenton Park in an ambulance after falling down some steps and cracking his ribs celebrating a Blades goal... I was born post-health and safety so I too feel deprived of any "fun" moments...
 
Worst I remember was Valley Parade during our 4th division season, bottles, darts, bricks , coins, sauce bottles, kitchen sink,

I remember that game. There was an almighty storm in Sheffield and we nearly aquaplaned under a car transporter on the way to the game.

At the match from memory fans shared one end and were throwing lumps of decaying terrace at each other.

Strangely not as bad as it sounds. But a real indication of how times have changed.
 
I was at both those games. I didn't escape a good battering at M'boro but avoided the bottles at Hull.

Worst I remember was Valley Parade during our 4th division season, bottles, darts, bricks , coins, sauce bottles, kitchen sink,

Got bottles chucked at us at Tottenham one night match, League Cup round about 1971.
 
Elland Road, Easter Monday 1990.
My mates and I had bought tickets for the Lowfield Road stand. I can't remember why but some of us went in the car whilst others went on a bus (probably Mick Reilly from Wadsley Bridge). Being on 'their end' we parked up and made our way surreptitiously to the ground. Whilst walking amongst the throng of Leeds fans a familiar bus went past with some even more familiar faces, having recognised us, banging in thd windows, pointing and shouting our names. Amid some less than friendly glances we did answered with what any self respecting Blade would do....."fuck off you Sheffield wankers"...Got through the whole day unscathed. Must admit to a sense of relief about the result though!
 
Got bottles chucked at us at Tottenham one night match, League Cup round about 1971.
October 1970. Highlights of the match was shown on sportsnight that night. My mum wouldnt allow me to watch it as I had school in the next day. Never saw footage of the two Spurs goals and Ted Hemsley's leveller
 
The 70's were dangerous times. Leeds, Wednesday, Newcastle, Man City fans on the Kop, pitched battles, dozens of arrests. Away games likewise, smashed coach windows, punch ups ups in and outside the grounds. Saw a guy get stabbed in Pond St bus station once.
 
Man City away at Maine Road in 93/94 (0-0 draw, Nathan Blake upended for a blatant penalty near the end not given...) - my first proper away game

Some young lass a couple of rows in front of me copped a half whisky bottle in the side of the head thrown from the old Kippax Corner. Blood everywhere, horrible.

Seem to remember the old bill wading in and dragging the guy out who'd thrown it so they must have got him on CCTV

I was there as well maxtheblade and the image of that lass remains to this day. I clearly remember there were quite a few of the City fans pointing out to the cops the cunt who threw the bottle. I have since felt all right about the old school City fans for at least pointing it out.
 



Like fuck it just fell over. It fell on me, scraping right down my leg and ruining a brand new pair of Levi. We were stood in front of it with people/kids sat on top of it. We conceded early on and then we got a penalty, when that decision was given I was leaning back against the wall and I felt it move and wobble. I said to everybody I was with that this thing is going to fall over and they all laughed, but I moved away from it further down the terrace. Kenworthy scores the penalty, wall goes over right down my leg. An older guy behind me had a big brick fall directly on his ankle and break it. We tried to get the stewards/police to get him some help. They thought it was kicking off, so the copper whacks me across the shoulder with his baton. Bleeding leg and knackered shoulder.

Brick through the coach window at leeds left me with a cut head.

Oldham. Every time I went something happened!

Wildest was Newcastle. Walking to the ground, passing a complex of flats (think they were called St James' Park Flats, demolished ages ago) and heard a mighty crash just in front of us. Somebody had chucked a TV off one of the flat balconies, none of your flimsy flat screen stuff back then, the TV was big fucker which would've killed if it hit.

My lucky escape was being at the Tivoli end at Millmoor when the wall collapsed. Decided I didn't like the crush and moved around the ground to the railway end. I think that was the game Cooperman went up the floodlight pylon to evade the police, or am I confused again?
You should have lived on Park Hill m8
TV's we're getting chucked over the balconies on regular occasions
 

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