Swansea v Cardiff -> 1984

My first ever Cardiff away game ... We were 2 up and lost 3 v 2

I was little naive and decided to travel down on Public bus .. running battles everywhere and im still not sure how I made it home in 1 piece

Anybody else remember this one ? I'm sure it was all over media back pages.

brilliant day, travelled by train an trashed the joint, swansea had tunnels in them days to get to the ground

I was there.

i was safe and sound in the west terrace with 4000 others

Wonderfull dayout..!!...East terrace that day..Donned In Burburry Golfer,Lois Cords & Trimm trabb... .Loads from the rhonnda,Neath & Port Talbot plus the Ely Trendies ......

Wonderfull dayout..!!...East terrace that day..Donned In Burburry Golfer,Lois Cords & Trimm trabb... .Loads from the rhonnda,Neath & Port Talbot plus the Ely Trendies ......

I notice you're avatar has this game!!!

I was only 15 at the time, living in Surrey and my grandad took me and my brother. We couldn't get in the Cardiff end and, with my grandad being from swansea, he took us on the north bank. I remember there being sackloads of aggro in the ground and City fighting jacks (my memory is a little hazy on this) and then running to the north bank, which is obviously LordNinian's avatar snap) and all lining up in front of the terrace goading the jacks on. I also remember the fighting in the north bank. Amazing game for my first City away game (of sorts)

Wonderfull dayout..!!...East terrace that day..Donned In Burburry Golfer,Lois Cords & Trimm trabb... .Loads from the rhonnda,Neath & Port Talbot plus the Ely Trendies ......

I notice you're avatar has this game!!!

I was only 15 at the time, living in Surrey and my grandad took me and my brother. We couldn't get in the Cardiff end and, with my grandad being from swansea, he took us on the north bank. I remember there being sackloads of aggro in the ground and City fighting jacks (my memory is a little hazy on this) and then running to the north bank, which is obviously LordNinian's avatar snap) and all lining up in front of the terrace goading the jacks on. I also remember the fighting in the north bank. Amazing game for my first City away game (of sorts)

Wonderfull day of 80s terrace mayhem....With the 200 or soo on the East Terrace...looking across to the waves of City in the west terrace was absaloutly delicious....But I must say the attempted suicide mission near the end of the game to infantrate the north bank,we came out second best with the hoards of our west wales neighbours leaving the ground...

This game honestly made me sick to be a cardiff fan, i took my nephew, he hasnt been since. He got whacked by a swansea fan coming out of the ground, was only 14 but looked big for his age. Got a broken nose, and a black eye from it.

By the time i turned around to defend him, the attacker already ran off.

I wasn't even born, I dont think us youngsters will ever understand how good it used to be.

Lordninian i bet u felt the bollocks in jumbo cords & trimm trabs

i remember this day very well..... some how doubt sunday will be a repeat

im on that avatar funny enought ,can remember it now ,was with all the neath pt lads under the tiered stand and all ran out to the north bank across the pitch,jb shit their selfs. got nicked after the game and ended up in court some months later with pontypools finest,mr r. £100 fine the good old days.

I wasn't even born, I dont think us youngsters will ever understand how good it used to be.

Lordninian i bet u felt the bollocks in jumbo cords & trimm trabs

Yehhh brilliant mun....i can see myself in the avatar pic..near the touchline black webge,burburry and dark cords..
We went down there again a few weeks later to watch the last ever home international against N.Ireland....2 car loads from the upper rhondda fach..we made away again to the east terrace,only to be sussed out by the north bank ,by the middle of the first half we were surrounded by 30 or soo jacks in Fila & pringle...They had a go at us for our terrace attire calling us scruffs and havnt we heard of fila etc...little did they know we were all dressed in armani jumpers,burburry jackets & Harriss tweeds...around that time terrace fashion was changing on a weekly basis so I think we knocked them off their tracks with this early Italian & outer hebredies labels.. ..then one of them asked my lumper of a mate.."Who the f**k are you"...replying in true rhondda fashion..."Cardiff why!! and what are you going to do about it?"With that it kicked off and spilled onto pitch as the game was still in play....the law soon rounded the fila/pringle brigade up and made a few swift arrests...luckly for us we managed to get away with just being escorted around the pitch towards the west terrace ...Happy days...
I can understand the feeling of some people regarding this as my childern have season tickets...but back then it was a way of life and I would never change those memories if I could...

loved that one.

Took the Pullman crowd by surprise,breaking through the police line at the station. Dominated the town and paid to go in the East Terrace, only to be relocated from the pitch to join the 4000 in the West Tce.

I wasn't even born, I dont think us youngsters will ever understand how good it used to be.

Lordninian i bet u felt the bollocks in jumbo cords & trimm trabs

Yehhh brilliant mun....i can see myself in the avatar pic..near the touchline black webge,burburry and dark cords..
We went down there again a few weeks later to watch the last ever home international against N.Ireland....2 car loads from the upper rhondda fach..we made away again to the east terrace,only to be sussed out by the north bank ,by the middle of the first half we were surrounded by 30 or soo jacks in Fila & pringle...They had a go at us for our terrace attire calling us scruffs and havnt we heard of fila etc...little did they know we were all dressed in armani jumpers,burburry jackets & Harriss tweeds...around that time terrace fashion was changing on a weekly basis so I think we knocked them off their tracks with this early Italian & outer hebredies labels.. ..then one of them asked my lumper of a mate.."Who the f**k are you"...replying in true rhondda fashion..."Cardiff why!! and what are you going to do about it?"With that it kicked off and spilled onto pitch as the game was still in play....the law soon rounded the fila/pringle brigade up and made a few swift arrests...luckly for us we managed to get away with just being escorted around the pitch towards the west terrace ...Happy days...
I can understand the feeling of some people regarding this as my childern have season tickets...but back then it was a way of life and I would never change those memories if I could...

I was seeing stars after that kicking Lord Ninian, if you remember a Swan, standing on a corner a few weeks earlier, remembered us.

I wasn't even born, I dont think us youngsters will ever understand how good it used to be.

Lordninian i bet u felt the bollocks in jumbo cords & trimm trabs

Yehhh brilliant mun....i can see myself in the avatar pic..near the touchline black webge,burburry and dark cords..
We went down there again a few weeks later to watch the last ever home international against N.Ireland....2 car loads from the upper rhondda fach..we made away again to the east terrace,only to be sussed out by the north bank ,by the middle of the first half we were surrounded by 30 or soo jacks in Fila & pringle...They had a go at us for our terrace attire calling us scruffs and havnt we heard of fila etc...little did they know we were all dressed in armani jumpers,burburry jackets & Harriss tweeds...around that time terrace fashion was changing on a weekly basis so I think we knocked them off their tracks with this early Italian & outer hebredies labels.. ..then one of them asked my lumper of a mate.."Who the f**k are you"...replying in true rhondda fashion..."Cardiff why!! and what are you going to do about it?"With that it kicked off and spilled onto pitch as the game was still in play....the law soon rounded the fila/pringle brigade up and made a few swift arrests...luckly for us we managed to get away with just being escorted around the pitch towards the west terrace ...Happy days...
I can understand the feeling of some people regarding this as my childern have season tickets...but back then it was a way of life and I would never change those memories if I could...

I was seeing stars after that kicking Lord Ninian, if you remember a Swan, standing on a corner a few weeks earlier, remembered us.

Talk about recognising people, I was managing a shop in Cheltenham at the time and on the morning of the game told my Asst manager I was taking the rest of the day off to travel home and watch the game. I got on the train still in my suit, changed at Cardiff Central and when we pulled into Neath the train filled with Cardiff lads. I remember some blond fella standing where I was still sat and kinda smirked at me sitting there in my suit, but he didn't give me any grief. Anyway, train pulls into Swansea, home for a quick change and off to the match. I was involved when you lot decided to come around the back of North bank to get us on our way out! Alas we battered you all the way to High St station! On the way back towards town about a hundred of us were walking past the Dragon hotel, and around the corner walks my little blond friend with about 4/5 of his mates! He looked me straight in the eye and looked like his whole world had just ended! But I kept my mouth shut and let him on his way! And thats the way it was in them days, I don't remember feeling any hatred, it was all just a crack and I never remember anyone getting badly hurt. The hatred seems to have started when the violence stopped. Mainly by people who were not old enough to have been involved.

I wasn't even born, I dont think us youngsters will ever understand how good it used to be.

Lordninian i bet u felt the bollocks in jumbo cords & trimm trabs

Yehhh brilliant mun....i can see myself in the avatar pic..near the touchline black webge,burburry and dark cords..
We went down there again a few weeks later to watch the last ever home international against N.Ireland....2 car loads from the upper rhondda fach..we made away again to the east terrace,only to be sussed out by the north bank ,by the middle of the first half we were surrounded by 30 or soo jacks in Fila & pringle...They had a go at us for our terrace attire calling us scruffs and havnt we heard of fila etc...little did they know we were all dressed in armani jumpers,burburry jackets & Harriss tweeds...around that time terrace fashion was changing on a weekly basis so I think we knocked them off their tracks with this early Italian & outer hebredies labels.. ..then one of them asked my lumper of a mate.."Who the f**k are you"...replying in true rhondda fashion..."Cardiff why!! and what are you going to do about it?"With that it kicked off and spilled onto pitch as the game was still in play....the law soon rounded the fila/pringle brigade up and made a few swift arrests...luckly for us we managed to get away with just being escorted around the pitch towards the west terrace ...Happy days...
I can understand the feeling of some people regarding this as my childern have season tickets...but back then it was a way of life and I would never change those memories if I could...

I was seeing stars after that kicking Lord Ninian, if you remember a Swan, standing on a corner a few weeks earlier, remembered us.

Talk about recognising people, I was managing a shop in Cheltenham at the time and on the morning of the game told my Asst manager I was taking the rest of the day off to travel home and watch the game. I got on the train still in my suit, changed at Cardiff Central and when we pulled into Neath the train filled with Cardiff lads. I remember some blond fella standing where I was still sat and kinda smirked at me sitting there in my suit, but he didn't give me any grief. Anyway, train pulls into Swansea, home for a quick change and off to the match. I was involved when you lot decided to come around the back of North bank to get us on our way out! Alas we battered you all the way to High St station! On the way back towards town about a hundred of us were walking past the Dragon hotel, and around the corner walks my little blond friend with about 4/5 of his mates! He looked me straight in the eye and looked like his whole world had just ended! But I kept my mouth shut and let him on his way! And thats the way it was in them days, I don't remember feeling any hatred, it was all just a crack and I never remember anyone getting badly hurt. The hatred seems to have started when the violence stopped. Mainly by people who were not old enough to have been involved.

yes wierd this.............and joe public keep saying things like..ooooooo cardiff v swansea this week there will be murders...........i dont even argue anymore.........the hatred seems to have caught the imagination more than the trouble ever did..

One of the best away days ever, east terrace that day, and pitch and north bank

seems like there was a fair few off here there that day back in 84.....cant say i ever saw the jacks on the pitch at ninian..

I wasn't even born, I dont think us youngsters will ever understand how good it used to be.

Lordninian i bet u felt the bollocks in jumbo cords & trimm trabs

Yehhh brilliant mun....i can see myself in the avatar pic..near the touchline black webge,burburry and dark cords..
We went down there again a few weeks later to watch the last ever home international against N.Ireland....2 car loads from the upper rhondda fach..we made away again to the east terrace,only to be sussed out by the north bank ,by the middle of the first half we were surrounded by 30 or soo jacks in Fila & pringle...They had a go at us for our terrace attire calling us scruffs and havnt we heard of fila etc...little did they know we were all dressed in armani jumpers,burburry jackets & Harriss tweeds...around that time terrace fashion was changing on a weekly basis so I think we knocked them off their tracks with this early Italian & outer hebredies labels.. ..then one of them asked my lumper of a mate.."Who the f**k are you"...replying in true rhondda fashion..."Cardiff why!! and what are you going to do about it?"With that it kicked off and spilled onto pitch as the game was still in play....the law soon rounded the fila/pringle brigade up and made a few swift arrests...luckly for us we managed to get away with just being escorted around the pitch towards the west terrace ...Happy days...
I can understand the feeling of some people regarding this as my childern have season tickets...but back then it was a way of life and I would never change those memories if I could...

I was seeing stars after that kicking Lord Ninian, if you remember a Swan, standing on a corner a few weeks earlier, remembered us.

Talk about recognising people, I was managing a shop in Cheltenham at the time and on the morning of the game told my Asst manager I was taking the rest of the day off to travel home and watch the game. I got on the train still in my suit, changed at Cardiff Central and when we pulled into Neath the train filled with Cardiff lads. I remember some blond fella standing where I was still sat and kinda smirked at me sitting there in my suit, but he didn't give me any grief. Anyway, train pulls into Swansea, home for a quick change and off to the match. I was involved when you lot decided to come around the back of North bank to get us on our way out! Alas we battered you all the way to High St station! On the way back towards town about a hundred of us were walking past the Dragon hotel, and around the corner walks my little blond friend with about 4/5 of his mates! He looked me straight in the eye and looked like his whole world had just ended! But I kept my mouth shut and let him on his way! And thats the way it was in them days, I don't remember feeling any hatred, it was all just a crack and I never remember anyone getting badly hurt. The hatred seems to have started when the violence stopped. Mainly by people who were not old enough to have been involved.

Great post 64.

Andrew Dibble was in goal for us that day and he took some shyte in our local pub after the game .

I was there wearing my Militant badge, few people tried to buy it off me, but no chance !