My first away game proper,
ie, unsupervised by a responsible adult,
Mansfield 1979-80 season
Me and a mate decided on Friday night that we were going to hitch hike it
Saturday morning we were stood on the parkway thumbing a lift
I got bored after a while and went to Pond Street and got the service bus, my mate carried on hitching
I bought a return ticket so thought I'd be okay
On the way to Mansfield almost every single bus was smashed to shit.
I arrived in Mansfield, and bumped into my mate who had successfully hitch hiked it
We won 4-3 and went to the top of the League.
Total carnage all day, the figure given was 7,000 away fans, but that was a massive understatement
I went back to the bus stop and all buses had been cancelled because of the damage done on the way
I had no money left, I paid for a return ticket, and now there was no return buses, I had maybe 20p on me.
So, a large group of fans decided to walk from Mansfield to Chesterfield and get the bus or the train from there.
I had no choice as a young kid, I had to follow them, or end up being lost in deepest, darkest Nottinghamshire
We all set off walking and every shop and other establishment on Chesterfield Road was plundered and wrecked
The police turned up, rounded everyone up and took us to the police station.
104 fans shared a single police cell for 10 hours, stood up, absolutely crushed, tired, hungry, and almost passing out with dehydration
They let us go at 4 00 in the morning and dropped everybody off in Sheffield City Centre
On the way back in the police van I was talking to somebody from Worksop.
The van drove past his house, but they wouldn't let him out and took him all the way back to Sheffield.
I walked from Sheffield City Centre to Crookes on a Sunday morning feeling like shit and still having to negotiate my Mum and Dad who were frantic
That was my introduction to a United away day