[Albion] Whats the game you was shit scared the most?

[PILTDOWN MAN]

Probably , the Millwall away play off match . I had been working at a construction site along the Old Kent road during the day and killed time in a pub nearby .
During a visit to the gents a geezer using a adjacent urinal said to me " you are from Brighton aren't you " . In a state of panic I actually told the truth and said " no Worthing " , zipped up and made a calm exit .

Agree went with my brother and we forgot where we parked the car, not nice wondering around not knowing where the f*** we were.

 

[Gazwag]

At Millwall when we beat them which was the first time they had lost a home game in ages. Kept in for ages and then police escorted back to the tube where we jumped in a cab back to our car

 

[Jack Straw]

Tottenham 1978.
My poor parents, they had myself and three friends all 10 to look after.

I've got a lot to choose from, but this one really stands out. Went on the Seagull Special train. Got off at Northumberland Park station, and the first thing we saw when we got to the road, was someone absolutely smothered in blood, laying on the ground. He could have been dead by the look of him. Walking down the road to the stadium, a Brighton coach came past with hardly a window in tact, with supporters singing and shouting through the glassless windows.
No segregation, so we just joined the first queue and got in to the ground. The atmosphere was evil. You could smell it in the air. We took our position behind a goal, probably the Park Lane End where their lot congregated, and kept quiet throughout the whole game. Their chants of "We're the barmy Tottenham Army" rang round the ground. Blood-curdling. It was only us not joining in, but a few movements of the lips kept us safe.
There were just under 50,000 there for that one. Probably included several thousand Brighton supporters, but no one dared show their allegiance.
The game finished 0-0, and my over-riding memory is that of Steve Perryman running twenty yards towards Wardy who was standing by the corner-flag, and kicking him!
Got back to the station unharmed, and ended as a very unenjoyable, enjoyable day out!!

 

[essbee1]

As someone pointed out, Chesterfield 2000. Police decided they'd charge at us with batons raised in a side
street to keep us away from the Chesterfield lot I guess. I was only trying to get to the bloody game.

 

[Neville's Breakfast]

As someone pointed out, Chesterfield 2000. Police decided they'd charge at us with batons raised in a side
street to keep us away from the Chesterfield lot I guess. I was only trying to get to the bloody game.

It wasn’t that great afterwards either. We were parked in a car park near the Labour Club which had come under attack from our lot. There was fighting around us in the car park as we made it back to our car. I had forgotten about that one. I must say I prefer these days where you can just concentrate on the football and day out rather than wondering whether you are going to be ambushed.

 

[POSKETT AT THE VALLEY]

Maine Road. Millwall, Spurs, Arsenal at home mid to late 70s.

 

[GingerBeerMan]

I've got a lot to choose from, but this one really stands out. Went on the Seagull Special train. Got off at Northumberland Park station, and the first thing we saw when we got to the road, was someone absolutely smothered in blood, laying on the ground. He could have been dead by the look of him. Walking down the road to the stadium, a Brighton coach came past with hardly a window in tact, with supporters singing and shouting through the glassless windows.
No segregation, so we just joined the first queue and got in to the ground. The atmosphere was evil. You could smell it in the air. We took our position behind a goal, probably the Park Lane End where their lot congregated, and kept quiet throughout the whole game. Their chants of "We're the barmy Tottenham Army" rang round the ground. Blood-curdling. It was only us not joining in, but a few movements of the lips kept us safe.
There were just under 50,000 there for that one. Probably included several thousand Brighton supporters, but no one dared show their allegiance.
The game finished 0-0, and my over-riding memory is that of Steve Perryman running twenty yards towards Wardy who was standing by the corner-flag, and kicking him!
Got back to the station unharmed, and ended as a very unenjoyable, enjoyable day out!!

There was no fan segregation in the 70s?

 

[Neville's Breakfast]

There was no fan segregation in the 70s?

They only started segregating fans at the Goldstone in the late 70s. Even then it wasn’t always effective as in those days you paid on the gate and not many wore colours.

 

[Official Old Man]

Don't we get this thread every year?
Anywhere in the 70's.
In particular Cardiff on the Seagull train. Just looked it up and the tunnel under the line on Clare Road was my most scary moment ever. No police and running back alone to the station. Didn't go to Cardiff for around 40+ years.
Sheffield was the safest in that we were strip searched at the station and kettled both to and from the ground.

 

[TWOCHOICEStom]

Honestly I think one of the night matches at the Goldstone when a load of fans sprinted from the North trying to get to Bellotti when he came out to the directors box. I was only a wee lad and sat just to the left side of it in the West.

 

[Neville's Breakfast]

Don't we get this thread every year?
Anywhere in the 70's.
In particular Cardiff on the Seagull train. Just looked it up and the tunnel under the line on Clare Road was my most scary moment ever. No police and running back alone to the station. Didn't go to Cardiff for around 40+ years.
Sheffield was the safest in that we were strip searched at the station and kettled both to and from the ground.

Bloody hell. That may have been just you.

 

[essbee1]

It wasn’t that great afterwards either. We were parked in a car park near the Labour Club which had come under attack from our lot. There was fighting around us in the car park as we made it back to our car. I had forgotten about that one. I must say I prefer these days where you can just concentrate on the football and day out rather than wondering whether you are going to be ambushed.

I remember the rammed pub I was in (away friendly) emptied around 2pm. I thought to myself "have they moved the kick-off time
or something?" What I hadn't realised was that it was indeed about to "kick off".

 

[wellquickwoody]

Home to Leeds mid eighties. Me and a mate got ourselves in the frontline facing up to a mob of the Neanderthal twats, then most of the frontline melted away! Tried to ‘stand’ for a few moments, with bluff, bravado and shadow kicks n punches before realising that we were hopelessly outnumbered and doing a frantic offski.

 

[Mellor 3 Ward 4]

Home games
Spurs (78?)
Chelsea first game of the season one year - they were everywhere.
Millwall (77?) - think we won 3-2

Away
Millwall play-offs
Cardiff (any time in th 80s!)

 

[Algernon]

Goldstone 1995
Dean Wilkins testimonial.
West Stand

Yes I know, not very rufty tufty.
I had my kids with me and some over the top gobby sweary druggie/drunkard was trying to goad pretty much anybody into a fight because apparently the whole stand wasn't singing loud enough.
He was in the row behind us and I could just see it all falling onto me and my kids.

I've never felt scared for myself or anyone I've been with at one of our games any other time.
I guess I've not been to those against the correct opposition.

 

[Comrade Sam]

My top 3 would all be Millwall away, they made a bonfire out of copper's helmets on the terrace once. The win in '85 was unbelievable and my first away game. The next 4 or 5 weren't any better, nor was a change to a New Den. Then going to Pompey at that time (85-91) wasn't that nice either.

 

[Bansko Seagull]

Spurs (home) 78. Terrifying. But on the Friday night I was watching a work colleague’s punk band in the Hungry Years when it dawned on me that all I could hear above the extremely loud band was ‘Glory Hallelujah‘. We escaped via a side door and returned to my friend’s car and spotted that all the cars had their tyres slashed. For some reason they had not damaged our little Renault 4 so we jumped in and headed hom, only to discover that as we waited by the red traffic light at Kings West, all the Spurs fans were being marched to the beach and were surrounding all the cars. Hopefully those days are now well and truly over.

 

[Eric Youngs Contact Lens]

I've got a lot to choose from, but this one really stands out. Went on the Seagull Special train. Got off at Northumberland Park station, and the first thing we saw when we got to the road, was someone absolutely smothered in blood, laying on the ground. He could have been dead by the look of him. Walking down the road to the stadium, a Brighton coach came past with hardly a window in tact, with supporters singing and shouting through the glassless windows.
No segregation, so we just joined the first queue and got in to the ground. The atmosphere was evil. You could smell it in the air. We took our position behind a goal, probably the Park Lane End where their lot congregated, and kept quiet throughout the whole game. Their chants of "We're the barmy Tottenham Army" rang round the ground. Blood-curdling. It was only us not joining in, but a few movements of the lips kept us safe.
There were just under 50,000 there for that one. Probably included several thousand Brighton supporters, but no one dared show their allegiance.
The game finished 0-0, and my over-riding memory is that of Steve Perryman running twenty yards towards Wardy who was standing by the corner-flag, and kicking him!
Got back to the station unharmed, and ended as a very unenjoyable, enjoyable day out!!

sound pretty horrible, but, I think the post that prompted your reply referred to the Home game (same season) and the fact that the match was stopped for significant periods.. this would get my shout too! (similar age as others, 10 years old in the relative safety of the West Stand)

Chelsea at Home c.1984 was pretty horrible too.. sheer volume of away fans, far more than allocation, loads in the home terraces, this was when they had seated away stands in the west stand extension, a huge pitch invasion at the end of the match. I think there was loads of trouble the night before. I think this was my first match on the terraces!

 

[studio150]

Surprised no one has mentioned Everton away December 1979.

That was the first time we had gone there after getting promoted to Division 1, buses laid on to run everyone back to the station, only trouble was that Everton fans were on the same buses and proceed to whack everyone including girls and old folk, followed by running battles at Lime Street Station.

So bad I think only about 20 or so of us went back next time.

Can also confirm Millwall away on numerous occasions. Can't say I ever jumped into a taxi to get back to the car, but have taken an hour to get back to the car, after being told not to go down that road as we can't guarantee your safety, and having to walk almost to New Cross Gate before doubling back.

Also after the play off game, walking back to the car behind a couple of coppers on the overside of the road from a Millwall pub, when glasses starting being thrown across the street at us.

And most games in late 70s and early 80s, you gained a sixth sense to avoid trouble. If not in a convoy, always best to walk quickly giving the impression of knowing where you were going, and avoiding speaking as the southern accents were a real give away up north.

 

[origigull]

Cardiff springs to mind. Probably about 20 to 25 years ago, getting out of the ground felt like running the gauntlet

Any away game in the 70’s was more than often a bit hairy.

Always away to Cardiff , back in the 70s was awful place to go and support the Albion

I remember Cardiff late 70s my bro in law, my brother and myself were asked the time by a bunch of Cardiff in the ground. They had been eyeing us up most of the game. Just then the full time whistle sounded and we jumped over the fence onto the pitch and calmly walked down the tunnel with the players. Luckily my bro in law had played for BHA reserves and we were escorted outside. We walked about 10 yards when another mate of mine who I worked with started to talk to us. He was wearing colours. That was the longest 2 min talk I can remember.