scooter1
How soon is now?
hopefully not the last instalment mate ?
It sounds like a fitting end
hopefully not the last instalment mate ?
May 1983
I once thought, as we all do, I would be young forever. I was in my prime and when I looked around me, everyone else was too.
But the illusion of invincibility evaporated one afternoon in May 1983, a home game against Manchester City.
Near the Station the Queens Head was heaving with away fans. I was with maybe thirty boys en route to the game. A few scuffles then a huge brawl began. I heard breaking glass.
For a split second in my periphery a strange blur. It was a pint glass flying through the air. I ducked instinctively but to no avail.
I remember turning away after the impact and the crimson flow splashing all over the pavement. “f***” someone said. “f***ing Hell”.
I took sixteen stitches in the face, but notwithstanding the needlework, I was still back on parade the following weekend. I went up to Club Maximus in Leicester Square, a great night.
Mr Kays!!
Remember sitting down with my Coke and a straw, aged about 9.
The flashing tiles were calling but I didn't know how to dance! Happy days.
This is a great thread.
Good work Cavern.
Too young to remember the early eighties but have had some great trips following the Albion.
14 of us piled in the back of a windowless, and seatless, transit to go to the relegation game at Ipswich in 1992.
A light fitting got smashed in that station pub and a collection went round to replace it. It raised about £200! One of our number invaded the pitch when Meade scored and got arrested and after the game someone asked where he was. He got nicked too!
We waited ages for the two get released. When it came to court, they lost the paperwork and they got let off!
The department store was after the game in 85, the snowy pitch game.
We went on a little stroll around the town post match & somebody spotted their mob legging into said dept store. Mayhem ensued inside.
My main memory of that day was a gobby fat twat in a pink jumper over to our left giving it large all game.
It kicked off big time outside after the game & I last saw the "one fatty pinky, there's only one fatty pinky" being stretchered into an ambulance.
Then we went walkabout.
not the chelsea artexer
Not strictly west st firm, but does anyone remember a big bloke from whitehawk, really tasty, used to be a skinhead but not around the time of wsh , steve j ? also another very tasty bloke from whitehawk, , used to be a hairdresser believe it or not, but very hard, geoff s ?
Knew Steve very very well in those skinhead days and when I left home moved in at Geoffs mums gaff down Springfield Road and ended up living with Geoff in a gaff in the flats at the back of the 'hawk!
That was ummmm......30 years ago FFS!!!
Peace be with you All.
'Peace'?! An empty word coming from a bunch of thugs and bully boys.
May 1983
I once thought, as we all do, I would be young forever. I was in my prime and when I looked around me, everyone else was too.
But the illusion of invincibility evaporated one afternoon in May 1983, a home game against Manchester City.
Near the Station the Queens Head was heaving with away fans. I was with maybe thirty boys en route to the game. A few scuffles then a huge brawl began. I heard breaking glass.
For a split second in my periphery a strange blur. It was a pint glass flying through the air. I ducked instinctively but to no avail.
I remember turning away after the impact and the crimson flow splashing all over the pavement. “f***” someone said. “f***ing Hell”.
I took sixteen stitches in the face, but notwithstanding the needlework, I was still back on parade the following weekend. I went up to Club Maximus in Leicester Square, a great night.
The resilience of Youth eh.
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Remember that one well - came out the Cranbourne up Queens Road and where it bears left to join Surrey Street on that corner was a boozer - The Feathers - filled with City, as the front lads went past they came out and in the battle that followed it kicked off for 5+ minutes and hands up we were backed off down Queens Road with Nigel G getting a broken arm (from memory)!!
May 1983
I once thought, as we all do, I would be young forever. I was in my prime and when I looked around me, everyone else was too.
But the illusion of invincibility evaporated one afternoon in May 1983, a home game against Manchester City.
Near the Station the Queens Head was heaving with away fans. I was with maybe thirty boys en route to the game. A few scuffles then a huge brawl began. I heard breaking glass.
For a split second in my periphery a strange blur. It was a pint glass flying through the air. I ducked instinctively but to no avail.
I remember turning away after the impact and the crimson flow splashing all over the pavement. “f***” someone said. “f***ing Hell”.
I took sixteen stitches in the face, but notwithstanding the needlework, I was still back on parade the following weekend. I went up to Club Maximus in Leicester Square, a great night.
The resilience of Youth eh.
QUOTE]
Remember that one well - came out the Cranbourne up Queens Road and where it bears left to join Surrey Street on that corner was a boozer - The Feathers - filled with City, as the front lads went past they came out and in the battle that followed it kicked off for 5+ minutes and hands up we were backed off down Queens Road with Nigel G getting a broken arm (from memory)!!
Hey Brighton Bluenose, It was the Feathers! Not the Queens head. Thats where I took the glass. Another memory put back in the right box.![]()
Hey Brighton Bluenose, It was the Feathers! Not the Queens head. Thats where I took the glass. Another memory put back in the right box.![]()
I once dated the landladies daughter from the Feathers. They had a big angry alsatian dog who would growl at me when she left the room. I swear it was half human. "You f*** my sister and I'll chew your balls off". She was sweet as, so I often took my life (at least my balls) in my hands.
You have a memory of being hit with a pint pot. I just got back a memory of something far nicer.........
Good how this all works.
I was in that station pub at Ipswich
Remember the collection glass going round (think pub window got smashed too)
I also remember the pub staff not being able to handle the rowdy fans
A few people started pouring pints for themselves as the pub was understaffed, it got a bit out of control and the young pub staff shit themselves and f***ed off out the back and then there was a free for all
I dont remember what happened afters as had to then get to ground which was jampacked and got into the game late
I once dated the landladies daughter from the Feathers. They had a big angry alsatian dog who would growl at me when she left the room. I swear it was half human. "You f*** my sister and I'll chew your balls off". She was sweet as, so I often took my life (at least my balls) in my hands.
You have a memory of being hit with a pint pot. I just got back a memory of something far nicer.........
Good how this all works.
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Remember that one well - came out the Cranbourne up Queens Road and where it bears left to join Surrey Street on that corner was a boozer - The Feathers - filled with City, as the front lads went past they came out and in the battle that followed it kicked off for 5+ minutes and hands up we were backed off down Queens Road with Nigel G getting a broken arm (from memory)!!
Remember that one well - came out the Cranbourne up Queens Road and where it bears left to join Surrey Street on that corner was a boozer - The Feathers - filled with City, as the front lads went past they came out and in the battle that followed it kicked off for 5+ minutes and hands up we were backed off down Queens Road with Nigel G getting a broken arm (from memory)!!