1970"s. Football Special?

[Sean Thornton]

I’m a bit younger so missed the worst of it but yeah, the 70s and early 80s seemed pretty violent. You risked getting a slap just by going out, even just going round town on a Saturday to the record shops and the like. It was tribal. You couldn’t go out of an evening without seeing a fight.

You’re right about the anxiety, it’s difficult to lose the mentality that at any time, having a drink, walking down the street etc, that someone might take a random pop at you.

Was much the same here in England BB......

 

[silver blade]

Hardly anyone had a car in the 60's/70's if you wanted to go to an away match it was either a supporters club coach or train. Remember going to Bury in the FA cup, we kept looking at our watches because the train kept stopping for no apparent reason. We pulled in after the kick off, the ticket collector at the end of the platform said 'tickets please' he got swept away by hundreds of Blades fans who were not stopping for anything.
Arrived at the ground, the away end was empty & the game under way, a few minutes later it was packed.

 

[bypassblade]

SW12 to S12 to S18 you mention the Villa special was that the one in the FA cup where it rained all day and, game was in doubt? In end we were battered 4-1 great day lol I went season after and I think was a bout 6 coachloads, we got chased all over Birmingham. Yes the grounds were grotty, yes there was violence (if you wanted it) but the 70's still evoke special memories for me. United were and always have been penny pinching skinflints but now, in my older years it's nice to see them spending the rumour is McBurnie is coming 17m. If someone asked me to choose I'd choose 60's and 70's over today as people were closer and polite and nicer, we're a different generation and that's why we say things that unintentionally upset it's how we were brought up.

 

[bypassblade]

If you didn't go on train you went by SUT from Pond Street in a St Trinnians bus lol I even used Shred's coaches from the Greyhound in Attercliffe later (RIP big man). This was long before the days of "loyalty points" you just got up and went, it was the folk you met at these games & BDTBL that made it all special.

 

[LE3blade]

70's trips to burnden park, not for the faint hearted inside or outside the ground

 

[Bert]

70's trips to burnden park, not for the faint hearted inside or outside the ground

Always a scrap there. Blades on their end. Cemetery End was it?

 

[LE3blade]

Always a scrap there. Blades on their end. Cemetery End was it?

railway end before it lost half the stand to the supermarket, was a hail of bricks to and fro, after which there boys went in terrace along the side, kicked off big time in a promotion season when we lost 3-1 edwards goal?
remember a pub along the manny road, with a police horse blocking the doors to stop there fans getting out

 

[GRUMPY BLADE]

It had became obvious to me that you pulled the best birds by getting your haircut and wearing Levi Sta Prest, Fred Perrys and Ben Sherman shirts.

but it's 2019?

 

[GRUMPY BLADE]

You're a strange lot. Getting beaten up or knived by opposition fans, getting beaten or arrested for nothing by nazi coppers, being cramped into dilapidated trains and transported like cattle to death trap stadiums to invariably see your team play piss poor in the pouring rain and apparently that's "Happy Days"?

Never had it so good.

 

[bypassblade]

Remember one year a Bolton we spent 90 minutes dodging bricks that were lobbed at us, Leeds was always naughty and Birmingham City.

 

[bladestrivia]

railway end before it lost half the stand to the supermarket, was a hail of bricks to and fro, after which there boys went in terrace along the side, kicked off big time in a promotion season when we lost 3-1 edwards goal?
remember a pub along the manny road, with a police horse blocking the doors to stop there fans getting out

I went to that game usually went with the sportsman but some reason left it till last minute so couldn’t get a ticket ended up going on service train , on arrival was met by hundreds of blades wacking out at anybody not being in colours I copt for it