The game v Arsenal which never was (the Brucie Brucie tek em off game - the game i mean not his dolly birds bra).
Well one of the lads had been nicked early doors for being a bit nawty and was chucked into the blackstock road nick whilst we went to the game which was there to be won as it was anybodys game before they panicked and cheated with 10 to go. Afterwards about 5 of us wondered down the road and to the nick to be told laddo was being detained for the time being but would be let out in the next couple of hours. Being the nice lads that we are we decided to wait for the spanner and wondered into the Gunners Arms where it was steady and whilst we got a few stares we ignored it and got on with drinking a few bevvies and waiting.
There wasnt any bother as the boozer got fuller and fuller and all seemed ok until Wenger popped up on the tele to tell everyone that they wanted to replay the game. The mood in the alehouse changed instantly, especially as one of the lads started shouting 'fkin get in...gu on blades...cheating arsenal twats...'. Needless to say in about 60 seconds it was all looking decidely dodgy and about to come on top a little with what seemed like a hundred arsenal faces all wanting to rip us apart. There was no way out of the alehouse so we put the old Davy Crockett Alamo hats on, stood back to back with our little group, picked up owt worth having in a brawl and told the Arsenal nawties to 'cmon then you fkin wankers', with arms out. It was a case of ok youve cornered us now but some of you fukas are gunna get it first.
Unbelievably the onslaught didnt come and the cockney boys just looked at us as if they thought we were fkin on something (some of us probably were). I remember a big black fella walking up to my mate Jimmy and shaking his hand and saying 'fak me Sheffield your fakin game as fak'...before telling us 'fair dos to ya lads, ya can have a few beers on us' which they proceeded to buy for us. Drinking their ale was a bit uncomfortable as you could see some of em were just itching to start the ruck but it seemed obvious after a while that some of the lads we were with were some of their main lads/faces and seemed to respect our 'fuk it...were all in it together now lads attitude, and probably our bollox for going in there and fronting it out.
Was a bit of a close squeak that one as quite easily one of the lads could have been coming out of the nick to find us all in the local infirmary with pool cues lodged up our a sheffield arses. We laughed about it later but i wouldnt recommend that one. Still they did 'fakin respect Sheffield' afterwards and some cockneys would have been in the next beds to us.
I had a similar encounter when I got out of midland station after traveling over from Ireland overnight , was due to meet a couple of lads in the Howard , unfortunately some are no longer with us , had my suede Nike jacket on , and small Blades badge on walked in and it was fucking chocker , with Cardiff fans , one of them clocked the badge and came over , where are your lads he said , fuck knows I said ! I was expecting to see them in here , one or two started showing off , but the lad talking to me told em to fuckoff as I was on my own , told me to go and get my mates , said see ya later , and shook his hand , walking up past the Globe there was more fucking Cardiff in there as well , it almost came on top , but I pointed to their boy who gave me the thumbs up and they let me be .
Meet a few others but by this time SYP , had them covered , was walking towards London road and met a few Cardiff getting out of a car , lucky for me the guy with the pink Lyle and Scott on didn't have my trainer imprint on his jumper .
Walking up towards the Pheasant , bumped into the second group from the globe along with their Patrick cagoules , we laughed at each other as the police had us both covered and said alright , and winked at each other .
This was the chapter in Mr Cowens book when they were sat in the upper tier of the Bramall stand .
Then there was the time against ,,,,,,,,,,