Seagull over Canaryland
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Have witnessed several canine related incidents at away games over the years, mainly at Palace games, must be something to do with their fans having a dog provoking aroma.
However the most vivid example of Police animal violence I recall was at Wemberlee circa 1971 for the Ingerland v Scotland home international when it felt like there were about 80,000 pissed jocks (think of extras from the battle scenes in 'Braveheart'), all desperate to pulverise the home team and support. To their credit it was a brilliant and intimidating atmosphere and certainly seemed to carry onto the pitch as well. The jocks had a decent team, and were hard as nails - I recall in the first minute seeing Billy Bremner launch into club team mate Norman Hunter (not unknown for him to dish it out either) with a tackle that would be an instant red and video nasty these days but they both got up and carried on kicking lumps out of each other for another 89 minutes. England snatched a rather lucky 1-0 win which was great but seemed likely to be a recipe for lots of nawtiness after the match. Loads of plod about of course, including mounted Police. Skirmishes kicked off all over the place on the way back to the tube station. A Police horse was startled and jumped backwards, lashing out with its rear legs, planting both rear hooves hard into the groin of a kilt wearing jock who happened to be in the wrong place. There was a sickening crunching sound but he didn't wince (I think he had already drunk plenty of painkiller) but just coughed up his false teeth and slowly slid down the lamp post he was leaning against and laid in a crumpled heap before his mates dragged him away. I don't know how the impact didn't kill him - his crown jewels can't have been the same since.
However the most vivid example of Police animal violence I recall was at Wemberlee circa 1971 for the Ingerland v Scotland home international when it felt like there were about 80,000 pissed jocks (think of extras from the battle scenes in 'Braveheart'), all desperate to pulverise the home team and support. To their credit it was a brilliant and intimidating atmosphere and certainly seemed to carry onto the pitch as well. The jocks had a decent team, and were hard as nails - I recall in the first minute seeing Billy Bremner launch into club team mate Norman Hunter (not unknown for him to dish it out either) with a tackle that would be an instant red and video nasty these days but they both got up and carried on kicking lumps out of each other for another 89 minutes. England snatched a rather lucky 1-0 win which was great but seemed likely to be a recipe for lots of nawtiness after the match. Loads of plod about of course, including mounted Police. Skirmishes kicked off all over the place on the way back to the tube station. A Police horse was startled and jumped backwards, lashing out with its rear legs, planting both rear hooves hard into the groin of a kilt wearing jock who happened to be in the wrong place. There was a sickening crunching sound but he didn't wince (I think he had already drunk plenty of painkiller) but just coughed up his false teeth and slowly slid down the lamp post he was leaning against and laid in a crumpled heap before his mates dragged him away. I don't know how the impact didn't kill him - his crown jewels can't have been the same since.
... I hope the Police dog brushed his teeth afterwards! 
