Thread full of Terrace nostalgia

[Brighton till i die]

so stopping this happening ever again is stupid?

dont be f***ing DAFT.

that wasn't caused by the terraces...it was the f***ing metail fences, with doors that didnt burst open upon too much pressure, couple with dumb arse f***ing police/stewards opening the gates outside to all the fans.

you are obviously in the same, diluded, boat as Taylor.

 

[Pretty pink fairy]

it was brighton doing the throwing..!!

i know csider

 

[Jimmy Grimble]

Someone do a poll on whether they would rather stand on a terrace or sit down. I want to block anyone who votes they'd rather sit down.

 

[Taybha]

Sorry cant remember the year,but it was a wednesday night game v huddersfield at the goldstone,and for watever reason it absolutely went mental afterwards,in the street behind the chicken run,id say no more than 100 Udders came up behind a few of us and started taking the piss i thought oh well there goes me pretty face,when from behind and in front of us Brighton fans converged on these poor buggas,it was nasty to say the least,i cant remember throwing a punch and if i did at that age it wouldnt have done much but when the dust settled after a good 15 mins,i counted at least 8 bodies strewn accross the road. Cant think of a more orchestrated bit of ambushing by the family club that is my beloved Albion fans than that..Hangs head in shame but way back then it gave me a buzz,Now? probably not.

 

[Pretty pink fairy]

there were a few huddersfield in the bottom of the east terrace next to the away corner that night and it kicked off there too, now how do i know that......mmmmmmmmmmmmm

 

[Dave the OAP]

there were a few huddersfield in the bottom of the east terrace next to the away corner that night and it kicked off there too, now how do i know that......mmmmmmmmmmmmm[/QUOTE

not how I remembered it


I remember going to see town playing at millwall in the early 80's and there was about 1000 town fans converged on cold blow lane...We were all stood waiting for the game to start when there was a hell of a din and all hell broke loose. Seemly two coaches full of town undesirables were dropped off at the wrong end and then to make matters worse, they were let into the ground.

this was at the time when the panorama programme was aired and evey team with a firm wanted a crack at supposedly the best...we heard afterwards that three coaches had been stopped at toddington after town fans attacked a load of manu fans.

those days were mental and hopefully well gone. what ever reichy poos and the rest think, they were dreadful days and hopefully never to be be repeated

 

[Brighton till i die]

added a bit of spice to what is now mostly a f***ing dull boring occassion though eh?!

 

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Preston v Spurs 1966

 

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Oxford v Preston 60's

 

[csider]

Loving the tighty whightys

 

[Storer68]

Is that the Holland-England game in dusseldorf in the European Championships in W Germany 1988. That as fk ing mental. Squaddies from the local British Army bases burst in without tickets (an no one was gong to argue with them!) which meant that the tiny bit of the ground allocated for England fans was wildy overcrowded. Only one gate opened to let people in .

Personally, I prefer sitting down and seeing the game, rather than being pressed up against someon'es (invariably a smelly bloke) back, unable to move and staring at the back of their shitty mullett for three hours without being able to move

 

[The Wookiee]

Is that the Holland-England game in dusseldorf in the European Championships in W Germany 1988. That as fk ing mental. Squaddies from the local British Army bases burst in without tickets (an no one was gong to argue with them!) which meant that the tiny bit of the ground allocated for England fans was wildy overcrowded. Only one gate opened to let people in .

Personally, I prefer sitting down and seeing the game, rather than being pressed up against someon'es (invariably a smelly bloke) back, unable to move and staring at the back of their shitty mullett for three hours without being able to move

1982 world cup (Spain) v France