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Five stitches left eyebrow against the scum when three turds tried to nick my nephews program (FA cup) about 1983 at bbg, broken nose against five Newcastle fans about 1987 at their place, obviously I was defending myself on both occasions but I can't comment on the injuries the aggressors  sustained.

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20 hours ago, GboroRam said:

I don't think enough normal football fans condemn the violent idiots. It's as though they are quietly supporting the violence. 

What completely amazes me is the number of 'books' high street shops stock about football hooliganism which lionise the idiots.

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20 minutes ago, WhiteHorseRam said:

What completely amazes me is the number of 'books' high street shops stock about football hooliganism which lionise the idiots.

makes me wonder if you've actually read any of them.

There are books about murder out there too. Books about serial killers, sex-offenders, bank-robbers, drug-dealers, Mafia mobsters, Gangsters, hitmen, henchmen, hired-goons, thugs and every other kind of violence too.

Although I don't know what 'lionise' means.

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26 minutes ago, WhiteHorseRam said:

 

4 minutes ago, Mostyn6 said:

makes me wonder if you've actually read any of them.

There are books about murder out there too. Books about serial killers, sex-offenders, bank-robbers, drug-dealers, Mafia mobsters, Gangsters, hitmen, henchmen, hired-goons, thugs and every other kind of violence too.

Although I don't know what 'lionise' means.

 

I had to look it up it`s a new word for me TOO basically means to treat someone as a celebrity  

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57 minutes ago, Alan Ramage 4 EVA said:

That man getting ejected still goes see him all the time andI`m fairly sure he has a chapter in one of the hooligan books

He does. And I was on the coach in '84 that went to Millwall early in the day for that night match. And yes, although we did take Millwall by surprise the next few hours felt like decades!! As very irate(to say the least) Millwall fans got their act together and attempted to tear us limb from limb. I will always remember leaving Cold Blow Lane in the dead of night and being told by the police 'We're not going to bother escorting you back to the station. You came here looking for it so you can have it'!!!!!

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Quite a few epsidodes over the years. I remember having to go to hospital with a badly cut head when a Leeds fan smashed over the head when they were given the middle tier behind the goals and we were in the lower tier., getting ambushed at the train station at Shrewsbury, about 10 of us getting chased by a large group of Plymouth fans and when we decided we had had enough so we turned to face them and to our astonishment they all turned around and ran off themselves so we chased them, getting spat at and slapped across the face by an old dear at Millwall. I could go on and on.... happy days

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Walked up to Crystal Palaces ground for an away game....programme seller called me a "Derby c....". What a yobbo!

An away game of the local non-league team - The away "hooligans" consisted of 11 year old chavs getting drunk on Lidls cola stated the match report!

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On 8/16/2016 at 07:18, Mostyn6 said:

makes me wonder if you've actually read any of them.

There are books about murder out there too. Books about serial killers, sex-offenders, bank-robbers, drug-dealers, Mafia mobsters, Gangsters, hitmen, henchmen, hired-goons, thugs and every other kind of violence too.

Although I don't know what 'lionise' means.

I haven't read any of them.

True - guess its all about selling books.

Am hoping for a result soon where we get a winning goal margin that merits 'lionising' our forwards.

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On 16 Aug 2016 at 08:18, Mostyn6 said:

makes me wonder if you've actually read any of them.

There are books about murder out there too. Books about serial killers, sex-offenders, bank-robbers, drug-dealers, Mafia mobsters, Gangsters, hitmen, henchmen, hired-goons, thugs and every other kind of violence too.

Although I don't know what 'lionise' means.

It's like Bette Davis Eyes..but with Lions

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A strange thread and one which brings back a particularly bad memory, though not one connected with Derby. I was 17 at the time.  As a young lad growing up in London I needed some extra cash so I worked a few games for a rather dubious security outfit. The last game I worked was a second division match at Loftus Road with QPR taking on Leeds. It would have been in the early eighties.The professional QPR stewards were minding the home fans (this was not unusual) and the Leeds fans were set on making mischief from the off.  QPR won that day and as the final whistle blew I sensed trouble was imminent. One thing I recall is the obcene levels of abuse handed out by the Leeds fans to their own team throughout the game. It was like nothing I'd heard before or since. Proper dark.

Just before the end of the match, us stewards were meant to retreat to the concourse to 'usher out' the away fans who assumed we were QPR.  I thought I was a bit tasty in those days. I hadn't filled my frame at that time but I'd boxed since I was a nipper and figured I could handle most situations. How wrong I was.

Within seconds of the Leeds lot starting to filter out I'd been verbally abused, spat on repeatedly and was then set upon by a group or horrible little @@@@s. I was cut and knocked unconscious only waking up in a hospital bed many hours after. I was later told that once I'd been knocked to the ground, the same low-rent bootboys who'd attacked me had started to stomp me even though I was clearly out for the count.  Apparently others were casually booting me as they walked past. Some decent fellas amongst the Leeds supporters  formed a protective ring around me, fought off the c'nts in question and in doing so saved my life.  I've no idea why and I never got to thank them. I was in hospital for nearly a week and not right for nearly two years. Thankfully, I recovered fully over time. 

My overriding memories of the so-called top lads of the day was that they were, by and large, a feral pack of feckin cowards who were totally non-descript outside the company of their pathetic, hanger-on mates. By and large, they were nothing without a crew behind them with very few notable exceptions.

I took my lad to his first game a few years back and did so with no little trepidation as it was Derby vs Forest at PP. Thankfully these days fans are not reminiscent of the swivel-eyed ****** that used to mar our beautiful game. Nothing worse than a bit of stiff banter and a few choice words were exchanged. I don't miss the darker days and have no romantic notions about them. There are times when as a man you are forced to fight.  The football was never one of them in my book.

Is this what you were looking for @uttoxram75?

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6 minutes ago, 86 points said:

A strange thread and one which brings back a particularly bad memory, though not one connected with Derby. I was 17 at the time.  As a young lad growing up in London I needed some extra cash so I worked a few games for a rather dubious security outfit. The last game I worked was a second division match at Loftus Road with QPR taking on Leeds. It would have been in the early eighties.The professional QPR stewards were minding the home fans (this was not unusual) and the Leeds fans were set on making mischief from the off.  QPR won that day and as the final whistle blew I sensed trouble was imminent. One thing I recall is the obcene levels of abuse handed out by the Leeds fans to their own team throughout the game. It was like nothing I'd heard before or since. Proper dark.

Just before the end of the match, us stewards were meant to retreat to the concourse to 'usher out' the away fans who assumed we were QPR.  I thought I was a bit tasty in those days. I hadn't filled my frame at that time but I'd boxed since I was a nipper and figured I could handle most situations. How wrong I was.

Within seconds of the Leeds lot starting to filter out I'd been verbally abused, spat on repeatedly and was then set upon by a group or horrible little @@@@s. I was cut and knocked unconscious only waking up in a hospital bed many hours after. I was later told that once I'd been knocked to the ground, the same low-rent bootboys who'd attacked me had started to stomp me even though I was clearly out for the count.  Apparently others were casually booting me as they walked past. Some decent fellas amongst the Leeds supporters  formed a protective ring around me, fought off the c'nts in question and in doing so saved my life.  I've no idea why and I never got to thank them. I was in hospital for nearly a week and not right for nearly two years. Thankfully, I recovered fully over time. 

My overriding memories of the so-called top lads of the day was that they were, by and large, a feral pack of feckin cowards who were totally non-descript outside the company of their pathetic, hanger-on mates. By and large, they were nothing without a crew behind them with very few notable exceptions.

I took my lad to his first game a few years back and did so with no little trepidation as it was Derby vs Forest at PP. Thankfully these days fans are not reminiscent of the swivel-eyed ****** that used to mar our beautiful game. Nothing worse than a bit of stiff banter and a few choice words were exchanged. I don't miss the darker days and have no romantic notions about them. There are times when as a man you are forced to fight.  The football was never one of them in my book.

Is this what you were looking for @uttoxram75?

Blummin eck mate. Just shocking. 

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