jozer
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Post by jozer on Jun 23, 2014 11:06:37 GMT
I lived in Sheffield at the time, and had been to the third round at rotherham. As i recall 4th Round was home to exeter? I phoned BR to get a ticket to Bristol for the day, and the woman told me the price- I said "****ing hell love! I want to go to Bristol not buy the ****ing place!" Then apologised as it wasn't her fault.
Couldn't get a ticket for Barnsley either. Annoying as it was another one within 15 miles of me.
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Post by badbloodash on Jun 23, 2014 19:56:07 GMT
Just using a bit of poetic licence, instead of the best away game, how about the ''best'' in terms of sheer terror? I went on the Supporters Club coaches to Millwall in the mid-'70s. Everything went well until we reached the New Kent Road, when lots of people who were drinking on the side of the road would smash their beer glass and show us the jagged edges as we passed by. I was definitely a little on edge. When we were dropped off we made our way down Cold Blow Lane towards the stadium, and people were coming out of houses to confront the Rovers supporters. I particularly remember an elderly man kicking a Rovers supporter wearing his slippers. We eventually made it to the ground and took our seat in the stands, opposite us was a ship sailing up what must have been a canal. It really was surreal. The Millwall fans made a hell of a fuss throughout the game (Knees Up Mother Brown, and Maybe It's Because I'm A Londoner and all the other London songs) until the Rovers scored. 0-1 was not the ''right'' score, and foolishly we all celebrated the goal. Bad error on our part, and the Millwall fans let us all know all about it. The stand that we were sitting in was a wooden stand similar to the South Stand at Eastville, and very soon small fires started appearing and fans were trying to climb from the terraces into the stand. The police were doing their best, but I really was getting concerned. Thank goodness Millwall eventually scored, and in time the game ended. The game passed by in a haze, and I was relieved when it was all over. Outside of the ground some Millwall supporters were physically trying to ''tip'' a police horse over, and very nearly succeeded as well, by using brute force and marbles. The whole game was an absolute nightmare from start to finish, and it's the only game that I have ever attended that I have been relieved to get out alive. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to compare some scenes to a war zone. I've been to all the ''big'' grounds, but I've never witnessed scenes like I did that day. I heard later that some Millwall fans had followed some Rovers supporters as far as Paddington, with obvious results.
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Post by PessimistGas on Jun 23, 2014 21:13:01 GMT
Just using a bit of poetic licence, instead of the best away game, how about the ''best'' in terms of sheer terror? I went on the Supporters Club coaches to Millwall in the mid-'70s. Everything went well until we reached the New Kent Road, when lots of people who were drinking on the side of the road would smash their beer glass and show us the jagged edges as we passed by. I was definitely a little on edge. When we were dropped off we made our way down Cold Blow Lane towards the stadium, and people were coming out of houses to confront the Rovers supporters. I particularly remember an elderly man kicking a Rovers supporter wearing his slippers. We eventually made it to the ground and took our seat in the stands, opposite us was a ship sailing up what must have been a canal. It really was surreal. The Millwall fans made a hell of a fuss throughout the game (Knees Up Mother Brown, and Maybe It's Because I'm A Londoner and all the other London songs) until the Rovers scored. 0-1 was not the ''right'' score, and foolishly we all celebrated the goal. Bad error on our part, and the Millwall fans let us all know all about it. The stand that we were sitting in was a wooden stand similar to the South Stand at Eastville, and very soon small fires started appearing and fans were trying to climb from the terraces into the stand. The police were doing their best, but I really was getting concerned. Thank goodness Millwall eventually scored, and in time the game ended. The game passed by in a haze, and I was relieved when it was all over. Outside of the ground some Millwall supporters were physically trying to ''tip'' a police horse over, and very nearly succeeded as well, by using brute force and marbles. The whole game was an absolute nightmare from start to finish, and it's the only game that I have ever attended that I have been relieved to get out alive. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to compare some scenes to a war zone. I've been to all the ''big'' grounds, but I've never witnessed scenes like I did that day. I heard later that some Millwall fans had followed some Rovers supporters as far as Paddington, with obvious results. Millwall is always an experience. From behind the goal the home crowd on the sides up to the halfway line don't watch the game, they concentrate on the away end making slit throat gestures and w****r signs. Even kiddies no more than 5 years old.
I remember having bottles of p*ss thrown at us at Cardiff.
The closest I ever got to getting a real kicking was at Gillingham in the late 90's when a couple of us were chased by a load of bovver boys down an alley. I have never been so scared but we just about managed to get away. This happened not long before a Fulham fan was kicked to death in similar circumstances. (I remember it as the following week, but it might have been a while later)
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wsmjohn
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Post by wsmjohn on Jun 23, 2014 21:33:25 GMT
I remember the dark days when we went to Twerton and were struggling under Bobby Gould, I think Gerry Francis had just taken over and we went to Wigan. They had very low attendances, no smart new all seater stadium in those days and I do believe it was around 1987.I had travelled up with four friends from Weston, no one knew where the ground was and we thought the Rugby League ground was their stadium due to the big size and these northerners laughed at us waiting outside the ground but eventually gave directions to the football ground. When we got to the ground it had a typical non-league set up,these two old men started a conversation and invited us into their supporters club for a drink on the condition we did not cause any trouble and hid our colours. We left the supporters club and got in the ground wishing the two old men the best of luck and shook hands. At that time we were only taking one coach away, there was about ten of us behind the goal. We had heard that the coach had broken down on the motorway and was waiting for it to get fixed or replaced. We sang all ten of us but we were losing 4-0 by half-time the coach arrived with an extra 50 fans. We made a hell of a noise on this grass bank with a little bit of terrace and Rovers managed to fight back to 4-3, Wigan were finding it hard to hold on at the end but it finished 4-3 and all these northerners were applauding us. To this day I hope those two old chaps managed to see Wigan in the Premier League. For some reason I have been thinking about our dark days recently as a club and thought about directors who did not always help Rovers, perhaps through their arrogance or for their own financial gains but I believe we have to think positive now as how low can we go from here and lets hope Darrell Clark can be our Gerry Francis. UP THE GAS
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Post by empirebaypete on Jun 24, 2014 5:36:35 GMT
Just using a bit of poetic licence, instead of the best away game, how about the ''best'' in terms of sheer terror? I went on the Supporters Club coaches to Millwall in the mid-'70s. Everything went well until we reached the New Kent Road, when lots of people who were drinking on the side of the road would smash their beer glass and show us the jagged edges as we passed by. I was definitely a little on edge. When we were dropped off we made our way down Cold Blow Lane towards the stadium, and people were coming out of houses to confront the Rovers supporters. I particularly remember an elderly man kicking a Rovers supporter wearing his slippers. We eventually made it to the ground and took our seat in the stands, opposite us was a ship sailing up what must have been a canal. It really was surreal. The Millwall fans made a hell of a fuss throughout the game (Knees Up Mother Brown, and Maybe It's Because I'm A Londoner and all the other London songs) until the Rovers scored. 0-1 was not the ''right'' score, and foolishly we all celebrated the goal. Bad error on our part, and the Millwall fans let us all know all about it. The stand that we were sitting in was a wooden stand similar to the South Stand at Eastville, and very soon small fires started appearing and fans were trying to climb from the terraces into the stand. The police were doing their best, but I really was getting concerned. Thank goodness Millwall eventually scored, and in time the game ended. The game passed by in a haze, and I was relieved when it was all over. Outside of the ground some Millwall supporters were physically trying to ''tip'' a police horse over, and very nearly succeeded as well, by using brute force and marbles. The whole game was an absolute nightmare from start to finish, and it's the only game that I have ever attended that I have been relieved to get out alive. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to compare some scenes to a war zone. I've been to all the ''big'' grounds, but I've never witnessed scenes like I did that day. I heard later that some Millwall fans had followed some Rovers supporters as far as Paddington, with obvious results. I've got one very similar. West Ham away. It would have been around 1980. I was only eighteen and my mate (Myles are you on the forum?) was sixteen. We went on the supporters coach, of which there were two. We went in the away end, which despite us taken approximately 100 on the two coaches had very few Rovers supporters in it. It did however have a tremendous amount of West Ham fans ( I use the terms fans loosely). All game we were surrounded by them. Offering to show us the way to the toilet. Opening their harrington jackets showing off blades. I was convinced I was going to die. I ended up the game with the back of my head covered in cigarette burns. We asked the police for an escort back to the coaches, but they said if they protected us the West Ham fans would kick s**t out of the police. At the end of the game we just ran back to the coach. Thinking about it now the West Ham fans must have let us go knowing we were s**t scared. They could have beaten us up easily. The following season I was down the local on the night before we played West Ham away. Some of my other mates wanted to go, but I wasn't up for it. Until I had four pints of Hofmeister (remember that s**t lager?). So I said I'd drive. A couple of doors down from where I lived was a family from East London. West Ham fans. So I nipped down and borrowed a scarf. When we got to West Ham I insisted on going in the stand and wearing a Hammers scarf. It was quite bizarre walking around seeing all the Gasheads there. But no one spoke. Everyone just nodded to eachother. In front of us was this big fat West Ham supporter and his missus. He kept pointing to the away end at the half dozen Rovers supporters and telling his other half that was all we brought because we were scared. We lost that day 2-0. My mate who i was with that day even jumped up and down when West Ham scored.
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Post by empirebaypete on Jun 24, 2014 6:24:40 GMT
I haven't read all the thread, however some of the ones I would have mentioned have already been talked about. City NYD Gary Smart. Fulham in the play offs. Blackpool 1990. Wolves away with Dennis Baileys goal (car broke down, and got home in time to go to work next day). I saw the Chris Garland header too I've just remembered these. Crystal Palace away. Boxing Day 1978. The supporters club train broke down and we didn't get there until half time. We were bottom or close to it and they were top. As we got there late they let us in for free. Steve White got a goal and we won one nil. After the game there was a police escort back to the train station. It didn't stop the Palace thugs trying a couple of ambushes on the way though. I seem to remember standing behind a row of police as bottles were being chucked at us. Another was Preston away in the FA. 3rd January 1981. It was the season Terry Cooper was in charge and we hadn't won all season. It was a third round tie. We romped to a 4-0 lead. The heavens opened and we thought the game was going to be called off. Thankfully the second half got underway. Then Preston got 3 back, but we held on to win 4-3. So many memories, and probably so much I've forgotten too. Away games that didn't happen. Wigan called off about ten minutes before the game started. I'd traveled up on Thursday and stayed with a mate up that way. Luton on the supporters club train. I can't remember how far it got but I remember being on train for a long time while we waited to go home. I remember we were stopped on a bridge overlooking a high street. Someone threw a toilet roll out the window. It hit the pavement with still a far bit of it left. An old lady came over picked it up, tore off the streamer and put it in her shopping bag.
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Post by Isaac Hunt on Jun 25, 2014 10:10:05 GMT
Given where I live and the number of, at that time, arrogant Southampton fans - the Andy Williams winner in that 3-2 will take some beating.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 25, 2014 14:21:00 GMT
That Luton train someone suggested we all get off and walk to millwall that he could see . It was pointed out it was a siding with floodlights or something similar . Good job really lol
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Post by Wreckless on Jun 25, 2014 14:56:11 GMT
How about a Home game that was like an Away Game.
Chelsea, Tuesday Night, Eastville 1975.
I had hitched down with my friend - a Chelsea supporter. He wanted to go in the Chelsea End. Given that he was wearing his scarf and had a broad London accent, I thought this was probably the safest place for him to be and agreed to go with him
We went one up (Bannister) before Ossie equalised around 70 mins. The Chelsea fans had been a bit restive, not helped by the fact that their team weren't playing well and that we were out in the open and it was raining. I had been hiding my smiles and laughing inwardly. Then 5 minutes from time, right in front of us, Dave Staniforth heads into the net. Dead silence, except for yours truly who jumps briefly in the air to celebrate, before remembering where I am. The Chelsea fans were not happy (to say the least) and my friend suggested that we leave, which we did, to great abuse.
By now it was chucking it down, but at least we were first to the M32 slip road and got a superb lift back towards London in one of the biggest Jags I have ever seen, driven by a Chelsea fan who picked us up thinking we were both Chelsea supporters. It was somewhere around Swindon that he twigged that I was an alien, by which time he couldn't really chuck us out.
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Post by brizzle on Jun 25, 2014 15:09:35 GMT
So many memories, and probably so much I've forgotten too. Unfortunately so. I know exactly how you feel pete.
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Post by didlesknowmydad on Jun 25, 2014 15:20:00 GMT
!1 Feb 1992 - FA Cup replay. Liverpool 2 Bristol Rovers 1
That was the most memorable for me (apart from our Wembley visits of course!). I shall never forget Billy's stupendous opener and the impressive first half display.
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Post by mehewmagic on Jul 5, 2014 15:15:05 GMT
I remember having bottles of p*ss thrown at us at Cardiff...
that wasn't piss.
that was welsh cider
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Post by Deleted on Jul 5, 2014 16:35:12 GMT
Been to mot of the games mentioned,8-2 at Brighton,Liverpool in the cup etc, all these games were special for many reasons. Another was Villa away in the league cup quarter finals,biggest crowd i had been in up to then,all one side of Villa park enclosure singing Harrold But for sheer atmosphere it has to be Liverpool away,just for the gas support
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Post by mehewmagic on Jul 7, 2014 15:00:38 GMT
Stockport away in the league September 2009, I was staying in Manchester as my girlfriend at the time was living there. Met a couple of gasheads in Manchester at about 11 and started drinking. We were in a pub and got talking to a couple of Norweigens who were off to the United game the next day. Next thing we know we're drinking with them and on the train to Stockport. One of them were sick outside Stockport station, we of course continued drinking and went to the ground. Rovers took an early two goal lead and I can remember nothing of the game apart from Gasheads singing "There's only one Fraiser Foreskin" and the Norweigens mooing and making milking jestures at the Stockport supporters. I was there as well.
stone cold sober.
but I also don't remember anything after the early 2 goal lead because not a lot did happen. stocky were dreadful. we were quite happy to just dominate without adding to the score I think.
little did we know they would be easily relegated that year, and that our super start to the season wasn't quite so super...
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Post by mehewmagic on Jul 7, 2014 16:14:25 GMT
Anyone else remember Blackburn away in 1990 or 1991 I think it was. Night game and we scored twice in the last 10 mins to get a 2-2 draw. When we was 2 down Frank Stapelton was through on goal and he rounded Brian Parkin to slot the ball into the empty net and put them 3 up. The ball ended up getting stuck in mud on the goaline and Brian scrambled back and got to the ball before a Blackburn player. That made the comeback even more sweeter. Yes I remember that one, it was back when I used to travel to every away game. I know we were 2 down, but I didn't realise it was such a late comeback- didn't Carl Saunders get both?
history books say march 1991. 'Olly and Saunders.
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