Who was the Blade nutter in the Anfield Kop in Feb 1972?

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Chris Cook and I had no problems when we hitched to Anfield and back on Good Friday 1968 ..... :D

Cue groans from Silent Blade and Greenwich Blade :D

Good to see you again Ady lad :)
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Tony Hateley first £100,000 pound footballer
Alan Ball was the first one between British clubs. £110,000 from Blackpool to Everton in August 1966. Tony Hateley was bought for £96,000 in summer 1967 according to the link below (Like you, I had always thought it was £100K until I read this link)

http://www.lfchistory.net/Players/Player/Profile/314

I remember reading that Mick Jones (22nd Sept 1967) and Alan Birchenall (late November 1967) were two of the first four £100K transfers between British clubs
 
It should of course have been Jimmy Greaves. Also, you'll no doubt recall who the first £100,000 teenager was.........
 
It should of course have been Jimmy Greaves. Also, you'll no doubt recall who the first £100,000 teenager was.........

Greaves went for £99,999 so as not to be a100k player.
 
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Alan Ball was the first one between British clubs. £110,000 from Blackpool to Everton in August 1966. Tony Hateley was bought for £96,000 in summer 1967 according to the link below (Like you, I had always thought it was £100K until I read this link)

http://www.lfchistory.net/Players/Player/Profile/314

I remember reading that Mick Jones (22nd Sept 1967) and Alan Birchenall (late November 1967) were two of the first four £100K transfers between British clubs


Chelsea paid £100k for Hateley in 1966.
 



Funnily enough I was in Liverpool yesterday and caught the train into Lime street Station. Oh my god I thought the last time I was here was back in the early 70's just getting off the British Rail Footy Special. It brought back many memories of that day.

No sooner had we got onto the platform and started chanting 'UNITED' when we ambushed by a huge mob of scousers. Those at the front took a bit of a beating and one guy got his brown sheepskin coat ripped off his back. Fortunately I didn't own a Clockwork Orange outfit or that might have gone too!
I can't remember if I got split up from my mate in the melee or if I'd gone on my own.
Anyway I did go on their kop and there were a few things I remember from that day.
We lost! 2 nil, I think.
The ball went out for a Liverpool throw and TC kindly/stupidly tossed the ball up to a touchline waiting red (Steve Heighway?). TC turned his back towards our goal. Quick as a flash the red had thrown the ball against TC's back for a one two and was hurtling down the wing with it.
This was the time of strikes and militancy in the docks. There was an almighty bang from the terraces, at which some wag shouted 'Bloody dockers dropped his paypacket' Everyone laughed.
At Half time up to the back of the kop for a piss.The usual crap WC facilities in those days (some things barely improve) Hardly anyone bothered with the bogs but just whipped the old todger out and in full view of all the hundreds of terrace houses around and quickly formed a huge steaming yellow river.
The Fields of Anfield Road were getting torrents of liquid foliage fertiliser !

Those were the days.
 
Funnily enough I was in Liverpool yesterday and caught the train into Lime street Station. Oh my god I thought the last time I was here was back in the early 70's just getting off the British Rail Footy Special. It brought back many memories of that day.

No sooner had we got onto the platform and started chanting 'UNITED' when we ambushed by a huge mob of scousers. Those at the front took a bit of a beating and one guy got his brown sheepskin coat ripped off his back. Fortunately I didn't own a Clockwork Orange outfit or that might have gone too!
I can't remember if I got split up from my mate in the melee or if I'd gone on my own.
Anyway I did go on their kop and there were a few things I remember from that day.
We lost! 2 nil, I think.
The ball went out for a Liverpool throw and TC kindly/stupidly tossed the ball up to a touchline waiting red (Steve Heighway?). TC turned his back towards our goal. Quick as a flash the red had thrown the ball against TC's back for a one two and was hurtling down the wing with it.
This was the time of strikes and militancy in the docks. There was an almighty bang from the terraces, at which some wag shouted 'Bloody dockers dropped his paypacket' Everyone laughed.
At Half time up to the back of the kop for a piss.The usual crap WC facilities in those days (some things barely improve) Hardly anyone bothered with the bogs but just whipped the old todger out and in full view of all the hundreds of terrace houses around and quickly formed a huge steaming yellow river.
The Fields of Anfield Road were getting torrents of liquid foliage fertiliser !

Those were the days.

The guy who had his sheepskin nicked was with Bert and the Ecclesfield gang. His name was Chris Bell.
Following the rumpus the coppers gave us a lift to the ground in their Land Rover in a futile attempt to pick out the lovable scousers who did it, which of course was a waste of time but it did save walking.

A few days later his father was on the phone to the Merseyside police trying to find out if they were chasing up the theft, he was getting nowhere and they were getting stroppy with him until he pointed out he wasn't Mr Bell, he was Chief Inspector Bell....
 
Some people are still fighting the Battle of The Boyne in Belfast.

Which reminds Bert of a passage in a book he once read.

The author was flying back to Belfast for the 12th of July celebrations. Just before landing the pilot announced "We shall be landing at Belfast in ten minutes, the temperature is 21 degrees and local time is 16.90"
 
Funnily enough I was in Liverpool yesterday and caught the train into Lime street Station. Oh my god I thought the last time I was here was back in the early 70's just getting off the British Rail Footy Special. It brought back many memories of that day.

No sooner had we got onto the platform and started chanting 'UNITED' when we ambushed by a huge mob of scousers. Those at the front took a bit of a beating and one guy got his brown sheepskin coat ripped off his back. Fortunately I didn't own a Clockwork Orange outfit or that might have gone too!
I can't remember if I got split up from my mate in the melee or if I'd gone on my own.
Anyway I did go on their kop and there were a few things I remember from that day.
We lost! 2 nil, I think.
The ball went out for a Liverpool throw and TC kindly/stupidly tossed the ball up to a touchline waiting red (Steve Heighway?). TC turned his back towards our goal. Quick as a flash the red had thrown the ball against TC's back for a one two and was hurtling down the wing with it.
This was the time of strikes and militancy in the docks. There was an almighty bang from the terraces, at which some wag shouted 'Bloody dockers dropped his paypacket' Everyone laughed.
At Half time up to the back of the kop for a piss.The usual crap WC facilities in those days (some things barely improve) Hardly anyone bothered with the bogs but just whipped the old todger out and in full view of all the hundreds of terrace houses around and quickly formed a huge steaming yellow river.
The Fields of Anfield Road were getting torrents of liquid foliage fertiliser !

Those were the days.
Interesting. So do you remember the Blade in the Kop wearing the CO outfit and shouting "Sheffield"?
 
September 1972: Wife was nearly nine months pregnant and no sign of our daughter so we rang Liverpool F.C.on the day of the game and they arranged two stand seats for us and we duly collected them just before kick-off; can't remember whether we had to pay so we must have! We sat at the kop-side of their directors box and we were 3 down inside 30 minutes from memory. Daughter born 21st October and of course is a Blade. Suppose if we had won our lass might have been maybe a month older!!
 
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September 1972: Wife was nearly nine months pregnant and no sign of our daughter so we rang Liverpool F.C.on the day of the game and they arranged two stand seats for us and we duly collected them just before kick-off; can't remember whether we had to pay so we must have! We sat at the kop-side of their directors box and we were 3 down inside 30 minutes from memory. Daughter born 21st October and of course is a Blade. Suppose if we had won our lass might have been maybe a month older!!
I was disappointed that I couldnt go to that match because I had to attend the Maud Maxfield 50th anniversary event. When my dad heard the final score of the match we were disappointed at the result but were glad we didnt go to the match after all!
 
Unfortunately not, booze and age has erased that bit of my hard drive!
Cheers, I will copy your story and post it in that FOOTBALL NOSTALGIA group in FB but adding that you do not remember the Blade wearing the CO outfit. He was probably a nutter that was "rejected" by gangs as it seemed he was on his own
 
Listen your uncle Ronnie was front line as was mick cardwell not a back step between them in the days wen it was proper bollocks.
Fought along side them.
I know Mick Cardwell since I was young. He and his 5 brothers (3 Blades and 3 Wendy) lived 3 doors away from my grandmother's. Mark (the youngest) is nearest to my age. Mick stopped watching the Blades in 1977 or 1978. Lots of stories about him (Moose Mulligan) in Ronnie's 2nd book. Not seen Mick since the 1990s
 



Didn't some Blades lob a one armed bandit at one of the Micky Mousers, or was that a myth?
Yes they did. We were in The Arkles that night and managed to walk out of a side door as it was still going on. The bandit was thrown through the door I believe in an effort to stop them getting in
 

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