Those were still the days that Bobby the Wolf, Harry the Dog, and Ginger Billy were knocking about on their own manor at the Old Den. They could be a right set of nasty twats and a few were off their tits. I remember going down to the OD and it was fairly intimidating as it wasn't just a few daft pricks who you had to contend with, it was more the whole fkin community as even the old women stood in their doorways looked like they despised you and swore and spit on the floor as you walked past. Very strange behaviour all siad and done and the new Den is nothing like those days. Very much a change for the better obviously. I also remember our coach having its windows put in another time by those jolly cockernees chucking bricks at us from a distance so that we froze out bollocks off on the way home. Set of fuckers. That said I don't mind Millwall these days despite a few sad twats occasionally still thinking that they have a reputation to uphold. Harry the Dog and Ginger Billy are long gone, and only Bobby The Wolf is still breathing albeit he's just an old man now who probably struggles to get into his pack of worthers originals on a match day.