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When Billy Tightshirt missed that header at Blackburn in 90 that would've got us promoted, I jumped in the air to celebrate. Because it missed the disappointment in me caused my legs not to co-ordinate properly with the terracing and I fell in a crumpled heap. I got a good trampling, does that count? :)
 
April 1995. Wolves visited Bramall Lane, and went away with a point after United had scored a late equaliser.

I was 17 with long hair walked back to the station to get the train back to Chap when an older Wolves fan turned round and called him a faggot and punched him in the face and i turned round and hit him a boxing combination, the 4th punch a sweet as a nut, upper cut straight on the chin, sending him flying falling backwards in to the steps of the old BR House outside Sheffield Station.

His error being picking on someone younger and not as big as him, but someone who at the time was spending a lot of time on the bags in the boxing gym.
 
I narrowly avoided an absolute pasting against Wigan the day we went down in 2007 but the worst I ever had, oddly, was when I went to see Enfield play Millwall in a pre-season match in about 2002.
 
When we played Forest at home in the Warnock years and lost 3-1 (David Johnson's illegal long throw and Santos getting his face caved-in), I went in the away end with a uni mate. Queuing to get in on Bramall Lane, some paralytic fat idiot decided to kick me off my feet but could barely muster the required limb coordination to keep himself vertical.

Bemused, and with a slightly scuffed trouser leg, I resumed queuing. And there ends my history of football violence.
 
portsmouth the scariest place ive ever been division 3 the season we went down it wasnt a kicking but got chased back to the coach i was only 15 SHIT MYSELF also got a bashing round the ear at bolton the day edwards scored and got kicked in the head just come out of the train station and blades fans were just hitting any one
I got battered at Pompey that day,Jan.81....
A gobshite from Chesterfield decide to taunt their fans from the "safety" of our pen,the steward on our pen gate walked away,leaving their fans to pile in.
Muggins here decided to have a go back,but got knocked to the floor and kicked all over.
 
Bert could give you a long list of punch ups, stabbings, bottles and darts thrown, coach windows smashed etc he saw in the 70's at away games but the red wine incident at Wembley was by far the most serious.


That serious, Bert? Must've been a bottle of Clos des Brusquières. I'd have lost it as well.
 
Loads of stuff from the 70s / 80s too numerous to mention as has been said previously
Same here but 3 standouts ,Norhampton ,wrong time wrong place after a night match ,had about 10 on top of the car as we drove off. Chester - full scale punch up in the city centre ,ended with my car windscreen getting put through as we were ran out of town ,about 10 onto 1. Carlisle , shot at ,one my mates got hit on the leg with an pellet from an air rifle.
 
The season after we last went down i nearly got caught in the wrong place at the wrong time after Hartlepool away. We was parked up near the social club round the back of the away end, and some bloke came up gobbing off at me, i turned round and told him to fuck off, and then about 20 kids appeared from nowhere and gave me a chase through the back whacks of Hartlepool. I'm convinced to this day it was a set up to give an away fan a hiding and i nearly walked right in to it.
 
Stockport away in cup Nov 80? Got there early stood outside pub and turned around drowsy to see a big hairy fucker growling at me...wasn't until I got 100 yards up road that I realised I'd took a bit of a whack on back of head...4 stitches. Word was there was a gang of Citeh lads around...
This ones making me chuckle , we took a mini van driven by my mates da to this game , all rough and ready 15 , 16 , and 17 year olds , so much went on that day , scaping all over the place , at least 1 of our lads was taken to hospital , mini van got smashed up with us inside it , I tried getting onto a coach load of Chessie fans , Fighting all over the ground , I thought it was manure as they where away at Brighton that day , wouldn't mind but Stockport shit themselves when they had to come back to the lane for replay .
But as other people have said , too many to speak about , There was no cctv back then fellas .
Chessie for some reason was a fucking disaster for me got done twice at a night game there once .
 
Too many to mention, single instances and long ago but at least then it was only ever fists n boots, scariest I think will always remember seeing a blade thrown through a plate glass window after a game at Stamford bridge, blood every where, luckily worse than it looked mostly superficial but looked horrendous.
Saw that happing to a city fan , after he'd supposedly stabbed a blade in the arm on the moor , virgin records window if memory serves me right .
 
Thankfully not but had a few near misses on the road all-be-it inadvertently.

The main one being a game in the capital where we managed to stumble into a large group of West Ham. No words were exchanged what so ever, they just walked towards us and threw a couple of punches.....Needless to say as a group of about half a dozen against 30 or more, we didn't wait around to exchange many words.

Another very near miss being Stoke away where on the way from the ground, quarter of a house brick glanced my ear lobe on it's way past me. Following it were a group of Stoke lads who wanted to cause a bit of hassle. They picked off a couple of blades which was highly frustrating considering it was a bit of a family away day and some of the lads took children with them.

After the Play-off final against Wolves at Cardiff, a group of Wolves weren't satisfied with merely gaining promotion and ran at us on the bridge. I vaguely remember a bloke swinging at me for nowt and missing before falling to the floor and getting pinned by half a dozen of Heddlu's finest.....Which admittedly was highly satisfying! Shame our old man ended up in a cell in the aftermath and received a 3 year banning order! His fault though for letting his emotions get the better of him.

Also had a couple of near misses up on Merseyside and at Birmingham where again the home fans had a pop for no reason what so ever.
 



Thankfully not but had a few near misses on the road all-be-it inadvertently.

The main one being a game in the capital where we managed to stumble into a large group of West Ham. No words were exchanged what so ever, they just walked towards us and threw a couple of punches.....Needless to say as a group of about half a dozen against 30 or more, we didn't wait around to exchange many words.

Another very near miss being Stoke away where on the way from the ground, quarter of a house brick glanced my ear lobe on it's way past me. Following it were a group of Stoke lads who wanted to cause a bit of hassle. They picked off a couple of blades which was highly frustrating considering it was a bit of a family away day and some of the lads took children with them.

After the Play-off final against Wolves at Cardiff, a group of Wolves weren't satisfied with merely gaining promotion and ran at us on the bridge. I vaguely remember a bloke swinging at me for nowt and missing before falling to the floor and getting pinned by half a dozen of Heddlu's finest.....Which admittedly was highly satisfying! Shame our old man ended up in a cell in the aftermath and received a 3 year banning order! His fault though for letting his emotions get the better of him.

Also had a couple of near misses up on Merseyside and at Birmingham where again the home fans had a pop for no reason what so ever.

The near misses are the worst i think. There has been a few times i have been near a kicking but narrowly avoided it. Had it at Hartlepool, got bricked last season at Hartlepool and a few years ago i felt an empty pint whistling past my ear walking past the howard after Forest had been at Wednesday and i was on my way back from watching the Blades at Derby.
 
Hopkins gave me a right kick in at old Wembley, those three Wolves idiots battered me in Cardiff by half time and I surrendered to Burnley at new Wembley.

In more recent time Adkins stuck the boot in, though I became hardened to the regular kickings and just toughened up and literally laughed it off.

However, the biggest kicking in my life was Boxing Day 79. I don't think my parents marriage ever recovered from the mood and things said that day, certainly my Scalextric didn't ever recover from being stamped on and my (possibly) irrational hatred of all things pig stem from being an 11 year old on Leppings Lane that day...
 
The following Tuesday (still with a massive swollen shiner), we went to Highbury in the car for the FL second leg. We marched back to Finsbury Park with over a 1000 train bound Blades and all the locals kept out of the way. The 5 of us went downstairs to catch a tube and we get jumped by a mob and kicked to the floor. Of course I got a few in the head again just to 'top up' the eye swelling. Our driver was a bit older and a lot harder and didn't get knocked to the floor. He just stood there smacking Arsenal yoof at his leisure and he had a great night out.

I was working in That London for this match and (obviously) went along. Before the game, I found a boozer opposite the tube for Highbury. I was in the bogs having a slash and a bloke got talking to me. 'When are the Blades fans arriving?' he asked. Right on cue, a mighty roar went up, smashing glass, police dogs barking. 'Er, I think about now.' I said. Some serious violence before, during and after this game - we took around 5k.

Birmingham last match 74-75

Ditto. We took 8000 for a midweek match. Standing on the side terrace (their kop) seemed safe enough given the numbers we had. I was wearing a Blades scarf and, near the end of the match, the Zulu Warriors infiltrated. I've never seen 8k fans make themselves invisible so quickly. They'd targetted me and I got a mighty blow in the back. I reached behind to find my shirt in tatters and blood pouring out. I'd obviously been stabbed but I think it was a bunch of keys as, if it had been a knife and given the force behind it, I'd have probably been dead.

The pitiful remains of our invading army made it back to New Street station in dribs and drabs. The highly-polished floor was covered in pools of blood. As somebody has said, it was all part of going away back then.
 
No pastings but a cabbage in the back of the head on the Uxbridge Rd when charged by QPR , a punch in the side of the head when I thought we were following Bristol City back to Pond Street but were actually in the middle of their fans.

Apart from those a couple of narrow escapes at Ashton Gate in the play offs and last game of the season and the scariest of all Pompey away when one of our fans decked the linesman and Ayresome Park when a couple of us left early in a 4-0 battering only to be surrounded by about 12 boro fans, if we hadn't been so young I think we'd have got a proper kicking.
 
Same here but 3 standouts ,Norhampton ,wrong time wrong place after a night match ,had about 10 on top of the car as we drove off. Chester - full scale punch up in the city centre ,ended with my car windscreen getting put through as we were ran out of town ,about 10 onto 1. Carlisle , shot at ,one my mates got hit on the leg with an pellet from an air rifle.
Was that Chester at Sealand Road, August Bank holiday weekend 1978?

I went to that game on the train on the Saturday (the day of the game) and returned home the following Wednesday.

I can however confirm that there are some lovely views from the windows of Chester Royal Infirmary ;)
 
Was that Chester at Sealand Road, August Bank holiday weekend 1978?

I went to that game on the train on the Saturday (the day of the game) and returned home the following Wednesday.

I can however confirm that there are some lovely views from the windows of Chester Royal Infirmary ;)
1979
 
So it was.

Thanks Silent Blade

I could have sworn it was the year after I got married too.

I do know that I was in big bother because we had coach tickets for Whitby on the Monday and my wife ended up getting her dad to drive to Chester to visit me in the hospital
We got relegated in 1979 and we played at Chester for the first time in our history. I was at the match too. At half time my dad said "Someone at the back just shouted "how are the pigs getting on "". This was the first time I learned about our newish nickname for Wendy
 
Was that Chester at Sealand Road, August Bank holiday weekend 1978?

I went to that game on the train on the Saturday (the day of the game) and returned home the following Wednesday.

I can however confirm that there are some lovely views from the windows of Chester Royal Infirmary ;)

Wish modern Window Cleaners were as dedicated to their craft as you were....
 
Once got an old penny, filed down, with a nice razor sharp edge stuck in my head at Ewood park. Early 70s, missed most of the match being seen too by the Red Cross ambulance men.
 



Just the once - made the mistake of going on my own to Birmingham away with colours on. Lesson learned. March '96 when Andy Walker scored a late winner so it was worth the bloody nose :)
 

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