ever had a kicking while watching the blades

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Not a kicking but..

Liverpool away in the league cup. We walked passed a pub where it all kicked off. Chairs flying etc. We were sat in the home end, my dad refused to be quiet and assured me "it's ok, we can take em" (he was drunk). I was sure we were going to get shoed in, but to be fair the scousers near us shook are hands at the end of the game,
 
Not a kicking but..

Liverpool away in the league cup. We walked passed a pub where it all kicked off. Chairs flying etc. We were sat in the home end, my dad refused to be quiet and assured me "it's ok, we can take em" (he was drunk). I was sure we were going to get shoed in, but to be fair the scousers near us shook are hands at the end of the game,
They shook what?
 
Our - very sorry lack of sleep.
I know the feeling. I've had a week of brain malfunctions. I was trying to explain to my mate that we couldn't get a take out delivered during the Wales Portugal game as it Monday and a lot of restaurants were closed, until he said 'it's Wednesday you senile prick'.
 
I also got hit by a flying beer glass at Lincoln. I went to the hospital with a cut on my upper lip. They said that they could either sew it up or put butterfly stitches on it, and I opted for the butterfly stitches as I wanted to get back to see some of the game. I managed to get back for the second half, but have had a scar on my upper lip ever since
You're surely not trying to pin your looks on one flying beer glass? ;)
 
I know the feeling. I've had a week of brain malfunctions. I was trying to explain to my mate that we couldn't get a take out delivered during the Wales Portugal game as it Monday and a lot of restaurants were closed, until he said 'it's Wednesday you senile prick'.

13 week old junior blade, having tummy issues = me making many mistakes. I sterilised a persil washing ball thing yesterday.
 
13 week old junior blade, having tummy issues = me making many mistakes. I sterilised a persil washing ball thing yesterday.
It's going around. Half the schools in west London have got a vomiting virus.
 
I've said it before and surprised no one has said it by now.

THE GAMEST I ever saw was that bird in the white top Scunthorpe away at the Old Show Ground in the early 80's. The standing area divided and she just kept coming back. I was only young and watching from the seats. All you could see was the usual 80's parting of the waves, a gap appears and then this windmilling bird goes for it and kept going for it, attacking Blades men left right and centre.

Quite rotund and breasty from memory (though I was 13 so most things of interest were a little bit rotund and breasty at that time).

Marvellous woman! Shame she was with Scunny, she'd be a legend if a Bladette!
 
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I also got hit by an egg v Hull away. It was the time when everyone was wearing expensive Fila and Lacoste, and eggs were a common weapon. While they didn't hurt, they ruined your "trendy" look.
I went to Huddersfield with a mate and as we were walking back to my car a van full of Blades passed us, the back door opened and my mate copped an egg square in the centre of his chest.

My enraged mate threw open his jacket to reveal a United shirt and shouted after em "you fucking stupid cnuts I'm a fucking Blade"

He was not impressed, I almost peed myself laughing
 



Liverpool away in the league cup. We walked passed a pub where it all kicked off. Chairs flying etc. We were sat in the home end, my dad refused to be quiet and assured me "it's ok, we can take em" (he was drunk).

Absolute top embarrassing dad behaviour and a shame I can only give you one 'like'. I aspire to take my lad to those levels.

Nearly got us both twatted on the way to the Pig as we walked from Pig Corner up Middlewood Road and I insisted on keeping my hat on. A gang of 10-12 spotted us and crossed the road grunting and fronting, but fortunately I saw a pig I knew in full pig shirt regalia and caught up with him and his piggy mate. Not the brightest lot, so that seemed to confuse them.
 
Probably the same year possibly the same bus. I went down to Pompey on a very early bus with the usual suspects. We parked up by the ground, must have only been 11am, took a walk and were charged by the scariest group of mushers I have ever set eyes on. They charged us all the way back to the coach, and one big Pommpey skinhead actually forced his way on to the coach and started fighting with and nutting people. I was right at the back and a window got put through right next to me. I remember some of the younger lads (including myself) refusing to get off the coach again afterwards, such was the danger outside.
Don't know if it's the same game but we went on the train on the football special , outside Portsmouth station they had a mob waiting but utd were pretty handy however the cops won easily apart from one big bald black guy from Portsmouth who just leapt over cars , it was mad. We lost 4-1,Conroy had a mare and garner got sent off
 
I also got hit by an egg v Hull away. It was the time when everyone was wearing expensive Fila and Lacoste, and eggs were a common weapon. While they didn't hurt, they ruined your "trendy" look.
Hope it didn't spoil your wedge haircut , or forest hills .
 
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I've said it before and surprised no one has said it by now.

THE GAMEST I ever saw was that bird in the white top Scunthorpe away at the Old Show Ground in the early 80's. The standing area divided and she just kept coming back. I was only young and watching from the seats. All you could see was the usual 80's parting of the waves, a gap appears and then this windmilling bird goes for it and kept going for it, attacking Blades men left right and centre.

Quite rotund and breasty from memory (though I was 13 so most things of interest were a little bit rotund and breasty at that time).

Marvellous woman! Shame she was with Scunny, she'd be a legend if a Bladette!
You couldn't twat a bird could ya , she was pretty close to me at the time but I had me hands full , no pun intended , if ya no what I mean .
 
You couldn't twat a bird could ya , she was pretty close to me at the time but I had me hands full , no pun intended , if ya no what I mean .
There was another scunny fan wielding an orange crash helmet ,how the hell he thought he would not get noticed and nicked is beyond me.
 
There was another scunny fan wielding an orange crash helmet ,how the hell he thought he would not get noticed and nicked is beyond me.
In them days it didn't matter , once the scrapping stopped , the police didn't know what to do so just left people to it / stop it .
If you went down then , you'd got a few slaps but not the damage later gangs tried doing , double bladed Stanley's from the scousers in particular .
 
I've said it before and surprised no one has said it by now.

THE GAMEST I ever saw was that bird in the white top Scunthorpe away at the Old Show Ground in the early 80's. The standing area divided and she just kept coming back. I was only young and watching from the seats. All you could see was the usual 80's parting of the waves, a gap appears and then this windmilling bird goes for it and kept going for it, attacking Blades men left right and centre.

Quite rotund and breasty from memory (though I was 13 so most things of interest were a little bit rotund and breasty at that time).

Marvellous woman! Shame she was with Scunny, she'd be a legend if a Bladette!
I remember her absolute quality but we still kicked Scunny all over that day.
Couple of seasons before that we'd been at it with Wolves on the Lane End a one of their front liners was this skin bird dressed in Clockwork Orange gear fucking game she was .
 
We had a small group of girls who fancied themselves in dockers and turned up jeans , 2 of them from our school, saw them gobbing off quite a lot but .never actually fighting.
 
Absolute top embarrassing dad behaviour and a shame I can only give you one 'like'. I aspire to take my lad to those levels.

Nearly got us both twatted on the way to the Pig as we walked from Pig Corner up Middlewood Road and I insisted on keeping my hat on. A gang of 10-12 spotted us and crossed the road grunting and fronting, but fortunately I saw a pig I knew in full pig shirt regalia and caught up with him and his piggy mate. Not the brightest lot, so that seemed to confuse them.

"Dad, we are in the home end, you've had too much Guinness, I don't think we can take em" - my dads reply in his loudest Yorkshire accent "na all a bunch o fannys, we can take em"

He also got punched by a palace fan, telling them basically they were too graceful in victory after the play off final. They should have gloated more......
 



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