Rodley
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Don’t underestimate Reform UK![]()
Aye estimate they’ll get 2 and they might get 3.
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Don’t underestimate Reform UK![]()
Aye estimate they’ll get 2 and they might get 3.![]()
I’ve only ever been once,got very unlucky. If I was guilty of anything it was being young, working class and following my team. The 1970s were a dodgy to go awayIt’s amazing, I’ve been to Boro a few times for football and a few beers and never seen any trouble!
It’s as if when you’re not looking for it then it won’t find you?!
I'm in disguise with nobodyAre you Derby in disguise
Men as well.On the home end.
That Chinese gaffer tape is tough stuffYou need to have a word with your air stewardesses. She told me to “shut the fuck up and stop being a cry baby” when I told I her I thought the wing was dropping off on my last Crab Airways flight.
Turns out it held on until we landed so I was being a bit of a fanny.
I'm in disguise with nobody
Which one is supposed to be more scary?When Derby was bending down for a bar of soap in the prison showers , I was patrolling the badlands of East Tyrone.
And I can piss further an all
Dunno which would you rather do ?Which one is supposed to be more scary?
Dunno which would you rather do ?
It is a tough would you rather question tbf.Dunno which would you rather do ?
It was quite a night out. Loads of Blades running riot outside Highbury after the full time whistle.
When Arsenal scored, a volley of snooker balls were thrown at the home fans.
The police on horseback charged the united fans who were heading back to the coaches.
Loads went off that night, before and after the game. I remember a few Blades using baseball bats that they had in their van.
We lost in extra time
Gary Armstrong had an article published about Blades fans in the 80s running amok in Middlesbrough town Centre and in the seats at Ayresome Park.
Maybe i'm completely off it but i think Boro are the nearest Yorkshire team to us in terms of fans, passion, support, identity, being shite..............you get my drift. (BTW for some of the more pedantic peeps on here I dont mean 'near' as in geographically)
Remember it well That place wasn’t for the weak lol. It was every bit as bad as all the London clubs with bad reputations tbh I think it was actually worse because of the lay out of the stadium and surrounding areas it was a rough fucking town high unemployment etc football was there entire life. For some reason they breed em bigger n tougher up north east than anywhere else in country lolRemember going when we drew 3-3 under Bassett....week that there was a scandal in Middlesbrough about kids having to go into care or something, all match Blades fans taunting them about.....I was quite relieved when they equalised as they were definitely not happy bunnies![]()
I’ve taken the home end at loads of games and never been afraid.I’ll tell you what being afraid is. It’s not a bunch of hooligans bragging.
Afraid is being told your loved one’s illness is terminal, and there’s nothing you can do.
Afraid is when the end comes, and all you thought was going to happen suddenly stops and becomes something else.
Afraid is waking up at night and for a split second feeling like they are still there, then knowing they are not
So don’t anyone come at me with afraid is a weakness
The Baslow crew are pretty scary. They don’t even take sugar in their tea and you can’t move for them hurling Bakewell puddings at youI’ve taken the home end at loads of games and never been afraid.
Matlock Town, Tideswell, Worksop Town, Frecheville….even the feared Baslow. Ran them all off their own Kop.
They were mobbed up outside the tea room next to the Chatsworth entrance. All head to toe in some expensive Edinburgh Woollen Mill gear.The Baslow crew are pretty scary. They don’t even take sugar in their tea and you can’t move for them hurling Bakewell puddings at you
Absolute carnage. I once encountered some of their ultras when I was wearing a Cotton Traders shirt. They mocked my poverty and started throwing those boiled sweets you get in the little tins at me. Butterscotch flavour IIRCThey were mobbed up outside the tea room next to the Chatsworth entrance. All head to toe in some expensive Edinburgh Woollen Mill gear.
Bone china flying everywhere.
The Baslow crew are pretty scary. They don’t even take sugar in their tea and you can’t move for them hurling Bakewell puddings at you
They were mobbed up outside the tea room next to the Chatsworth entrance. All head to toe in some expensive Edinburgh Woollen Mill gear.
Bone china flying everywhere.
The Baslow crew are pretty scary. They don’t even take sugar in their tea and you can’t move for them hurling Bakewell puddings at you
The sheep has since told people that he never goes looking for trouble but it always seems to find him......The Red Lion and The Parakeet Cafe in Bakewell were their hangouts back in the day. On the way to a game at Matlock we arrived at The Bakewell Pudding shop early and put Blades tea towels up to all the windows. Right laugh!
My mate knocked a sheep out with one punch…..
You say that like it's a bad thing. Do they throw custard also by any chance?
The Baslow Ultra’s march into Bakewell is a sight to behold.Absolute carnage. I once encountered some of their ultras when I was wearing a Cotton Traders shirt. They mocked my poverty and started throwing those boiled sweets you get in the little tins at me. Butterscotch flavour IIRC
I’ve taken the home end at loads of games and never been afraid.
Matlock Town, Tideswell, Worksop Town, Frecheville….even the feared Baslow. Ran them all off their own Kop.
Earl Grey in a flask!The Baslow Ultra’s march into Bakewell is a sight to behold.
I mean, it takes a while as they meander round the 13 Bends. But at the top of the hill they stop to re-group & partake in some cheeky refreshment - a generous slice of coffee & walnut cake with a flask of Earl Grey.
Then they set off en-masse & maraud down the hill into Bakewell. The sound of their Hush Puppies is, well, inaudible - they’re like silent assassins as they take the town & get in everyone’s way as they wander around aimlessly.
As you say - carnage.

They nicked his bag of Portuguese tarts once and put a photo of them eating them, with a small sherry, in the parish newsletter.
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