health and safety, blades watching

[Hodgyman]

I have been lucky to have hardly any injuries in my 55 years+ of following the blades. The incidents I have been involved with were :

At the front of John Street terrace in the early 60s, I was hit by a number of coins intended for a charity which were intended to land in a "charity blanket" being carried round the perimeter of the pitch. A common occurrence in those days. I was lucky enough to have been wearing my red & white bobble hat to soften the blow as coins were quite big in those days.

Having a punch thrown at me by a Wolves fan when leaving their ground after a cup defeat in the 60s. I saw the punch coming towards me and ducked. The punch landed on my mate and gave him a black eye.

I was crushed on exiting Millmoor after a promotion clinching win. Hodgyman junior escaped injury only by being sat on my shoulders.

 

[blade too long]

Eh?

before the game they were collrcting for save our Boro , they were in dire financial trouble , but they built a new ground and spent millions on players under a new chairman , so as they can keep spending big money they can afford to give me my fiver back , I saved them

 

[blade too long]

in the 60s I remember Leeds fans had all come really early , and tried to take over the kop , I got to the grund 5 minutes before kick off came through the turnstyles and was caught on the shoulder be a leeds fan thrown from the wall side of the steps that went up in the corner where the family stand is now , our fans were helping him find the way out to go to the right end

 

[Tezza1889]

Remember the arsenal cup semi, I ended up on the bramall lane lower, telling a girl stood next to me not to worry about the hooligan element as it was all cameras now so she was safe...

Two seconds after that a glass carlsberg bottle lands on my shoulder bounces and smashes on the floor..

Sold beer in glass bottles to away fans....how dumb..

 

[United Aren't Back.]

Was just prompted by another thread , talking of Barnsley and the odd fracas or unwelcomig hospitality , and was remembering getting hit by a house brick stood at Barnsley rail staion after a sheffield cup game.
I also copped for a slab of crumbling concrete step at Valley Parade and when theyd removed the roof a Blackpool a rivet missed my shoulder by 6 inches , and hit my head-
I also got stoned a la life of Brian on the old half a kop at Burnden Park
.Been pissed on from the upper deck at Goodison
And a seat thrown at me at Preston

Surely theres a case for wearing a yellow vest and a helmet

whats struck you around the years

Chavs from Rotherham pushed me into
the back of a PC on Bramall Lane after the 2 2 Boxing day 2001. Feb 1990, Barnsley white van men called me Susan after a 2 2 FA cup match. Twice Ive exchanged hand signals with Port Vale as they sat in a coach after the game.

 

[Silent Blade]

before the game they were collrcting for save our Boro , they were in dire financial trouble , but they built a new ground and spent millions on players under a new chairman , so as they can keep spending big money they can afford to give me my fiver back , I saved them

That was a few years earlier. They formed a new company in 1986

 

[cahill]

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.

Not as bad as it sounds !!! ... Felt like the London Blitz must have felt

 

[katedeluxe91]

Bury fan pushing another's wheelchair slipped in car park causing both her and the wheelchair to end up on their side. Everyone anywhere near ran to help. Good to see. Seems obvious people would do that but you'd be surprised..

 

[Grappler]

Hudds old ground, Leeds Road, was accessible via an alleyway of truly Orwellian squalor.

Dark, terraced slums, paved only in horse shit. Filthy urchins playing in stolen shopping trolleys, fly-tipped rubble and household detritus piled up for no one to take away.

All it needed was the smell of boiled tripe and we'd be in the 1930s.

"...All it needed was the smell of boiled tripe and we'd be in the 1930s..."

Or Barnsley.....

 

[vorpal blade]

still sell, tripe, cow-heel and udder at Donny Market, because its a proper one unlike that thing on the Moor which is by comparison a mere marketing exercise.

(mind you, I'd be surprised if you can't get tripe there its certainly available elsewhere in Sheffield on a Satdi afternoon)