Wales v Scotland and the scousers. Anfield 1977

My mate in work told me his story today of the Wales v Scotland World Cup qualifier decider 1977, or the Joe 'cheating toothless Jock b*stard' Jordan game as I call it. (First time I have been devastated by a sporting event as I recall - similar to yesterday!)

So briefly his tale was, as a spotty 13 year old, his elder bro and 5 mates they take a train from Aberystwyth to liverpool. At lime st station they notice loads of shabbily dressed local scouser kids wandering round on the lookout, for what they rightly assumed was pickpocketing opportunities among the drunken revellers. Then, they get a lift off a local in a transit to the ground only to be set upon by drunken jocks who tried to rock the van over. When they got to the ground, it was going off all over the place with even Jocks fighting among themselves and the OB when they werent scrapping with our lot! On the Kop, once inside it was a tirade of glass bottles being thrown and because they were squeezed in shoulder to shoulder they couldn't even defend themselves or duck. They let in way to many people at that end, and could have been a Hillsborough type situation. Consistent scrapping on the Kop all through the game, so my mate (the only one not bleeding) and his gang got out early somehow (they werent letting fans out before the end!!) only to witness what he described as a war outside, carnage! Police cars being attacked, fighting everywhere. My 13 yr old mate was then separated from his older mates in the chaos, so ran far away from it in search of the station to hopefully meet his mates. It was then he got jumped by scouser kids, where they took almost everything including his jacket and train ticket! And found out that loads of these locals were waiting in the wings watching the fighting, for a good thieving opportunity! Mental!!!! Eventually he made his way to a cop shop and they dropped him off at a coach park for Wales fans, where luckily in tears by now he meets up with his older brother and friends, who gave the poor sod a real hard time!

Scouse people that I have known have been lovely folk, and theres bad eggs wherever you go in the world, but the "thieving scousers" saying?! Not just a saying then!!

Was just 17 back then and that night on the Kop it was like Rorkes Drift and i took the biggest hammering i have ever taken at the football and absolutely shit myself but survived to tell the tale

Was just 17 back then and that night on the Kop it was like Rorkes Drift and i took the biggest hammering i have ever taken at the football and absolutely shit myself but survived to tell the tale

Pretty much echoing my mates summary of the whole day!

I was there too. Absolute bloody chaos. Went up by special train to birkenhead and then a fleet of double deckers through the Mersey tunnel. Streets were lined with Jocks for our "home" game. Whenever the bus stopped at lights they tried to force their way on to get at us. Threat of violence everywhere. The kop was all standing then. It should have been our end but was 70% Scottish. Welsh to the right, Scots to the left. Bit of a no-mans land in-between with a lone copper wielding a large truncheon above his head to keep fans apart. Bottles flying overhead for the entire game. Not for the faint hearted.

I was there too. Absolute bloody chaos. Went up by special train to birkenhead and then a fleet of double deckers through the Mersey tunnel. Streets were lined with Jocks for our "home" game. Whenever the bus stopped at lights they tried to force their way on to get at us. Threat of violence everywhere. The kop was all standing then. It should have been our end but was 70% Scottish. Welsh to the right, Scots to the left. Bit of a no-mans land in-between with a lone copper wielding a large truncheon above his head to keep fans apart. Bottles flying overhead for the entire game. Not for the faint hearted.

One of the scariest experiences.....and there have been a few over the years with City, mind!

I was 17 with a group of mates, in the middle of the Kop, giving it large back and waving a big Wales flag. The Jocks charged at us...I remained defiant, waving the flag. Until I realised that my muckers had legged it and I was pretty much on my own as the Jocks closed in. Gave a cursoury jab at one of them with the flag.....then dropped the bleedin thing and legged it!!

The whole day was a bloody nightmare......SHAME ON THE FAW for turning our home game into carnage, just for the money.

Truth is, I can't remember much hassle with scousers. Liverpool was a God foresaken hole back then. Nearly derelict. The locals seemed to just keep their heads down and let the daft Celts get on with it. But it was really scary, not kn ow what or who was around the corner, looking to batter you.

My mate in work told me his story today of the Wales v Scotland World Cup qualifier decider 1977, or the Joe 'cheating toothless Jock b*stard' Jordan game as I call it. (First time I have been devastated by a sporting event as I recall - similar to yesterday!)

So briefly his tale was, as a spotty 13 year old, his elder bro and 5 mates they take a train from Aberystwyth to liverpool. At lime st station they notice loads of shabbily dressed local scouser kids wandering round on the lookout, for what they rightly assumed was pickpocketing opportunities among the drunken revellers. Then, they get a lift off a local in a transit to the ground only to be set upon by drunken jocks who tried to rock the van over. When they got to the ground, it was going off all over the place with even Jocks fighting among themselves and the OB when they werent scrapping with our lot! On the Kop, once inside it was a tirade of glass bottles being thrown and because they were squeezed in shoulder to shoulder they couldn't even defend themselves or duck. They let in way to many people at that end, and could have been a Hillsborough type situation. Consistent scrapping on the Kop all through the game, so my mate (the only one not bleeding) and his gang got out early somehow (they werent letting fans out before the end!!) only to witness what he described as a war outside, carnage! Police cars being attacked, fighting everywhere. My 13 yr old mate was then separated from his older mates in the chaos, so ran far away from it in search of the station to hopefully meet his mates. It was then he got jumped by scouser kids, where they took almost everything including his jacket and train ticket! And found out that loads of these locals were waiting in the wings watching the fighting, for a good thieving opportunity! Mental!!!! Eventually he made his way to a cop shop and they dropped him off at a coach park for Wales fans, where luckily in tears by now he meets up with his older brother and friends, who gave the poor sod a real hard time!

Scouse people that I have known have been lovely folk, and theres bad eggs wherever you go in the world, but the "thieving scousers" saying?! Not just a saying then!!

i was at that game and all you had before game was scots asking av he no tickets?? lots were drunk when we got inside we were about 1k of us in the cop surrounded by 20k scots all they were doing was lobbing anything they could at us i got hit by can lucky only half full, blood flowing used scarf to wipe the blood off, (still got scarf) oh those were the days! as side line bumped into joe jorden taking training with brizzel city many years ago i ask him whats it like being known as a cheat? no anser just a smile.

I was also their,,,a sixteen yr old then, went up on a Cyril Evans coach, picked up on Aber Sq.
Very intimidating at the time, crammed right at the back of the Kop, & it was like witnessing a real life battle scene from the Brave heart film.
Can't remember much of the game,,,didn't Toshack have a goal disallowed?

I was also their,,,a sixteen yr old then, went up on a Cyril Evans coach, picked up on Aber Sq.
Very intimidating at the time, crammed right at the back of the Kop, & it was like witnessing a real life battle scene from the Brave heart film.
Can't remember much of the game,,,didn't Toshack have a goal disallowed?

no he didnt score but there keeper made brilliant save from him, i believe it was 0-0 at time

Was there that night and it was carnage,we scrapped in the corner of the kop all night,on heading back to the coaches we ran in to a load of scousers by the coaches who wanted to tax us of our cash etc,we smashed them to bits,they misread our mood.a couple of years later at np we kicked the shit out of the jocks all the way up Tudor road and in town, in revenge,which is why it was total warfare at np the night jock stein died,those rangers fans on the bob bank regretted being on there that night,revenge is a dish best served cold.

oh the 70s eh.

it makes me laugh how much british society has evolved in 50 years.

Too young to have been there but on a similar slant I walked into the Italian end above us pissed up when we played them in milan

kin shit myself

Too young to have been there but on a similar slant I walked into the Italian end above us pissed up when we played them in milan

kin shit myself

Hope you wasn't in the front row up there... lots of body fluids coming over the top on us poor Taffs that night!!

Dirty bastards..!

I was there to ! I was 16, Frightning ! There were Scots offering money soon as we got off our coaches .As I can remember. Wrexham fans had sold their allocation to Scots ! It was our home game because of us being banned from Ninian Park we had to play at Anfield. There were no jacks anywhere or Wrexham fans ! Fighting all the way throughout game and bottles raining down on us all the way though game. We were cheated out of it to, with Joe Jordans famous handball incident. Then when Daglesh made it 2-0 ! We decided to leave by having of jumping downat top of Kop tunnel exit which was quite a height ! We were totaly out numbered by way of. bad ticketing distribution by the W.F.A. The memory of that night have always stayed with me ! Harrowing !

The Joe Jordan game, the cheating ba...rd! I was also there stuck in the corner of the Kop.

i was there myself that night told my storey before on this board it was a nightmare looking at the posts above a lot of you went pretty much through what i went through that night fighting on the kop bottles being thrown at us fighting outside i was only 15teen at the time our bus left us up there he panicked the minute we got there when he seen all those pissed up jocks not a place to be left when you are only a kid we managed to get back to lime street station and got the train home we didnt even have a train ticket the police just wanted us out of there city and let us on the train only took us as far as cardiff .it was only by chance that a fellow from port talbot who was working for the royal mail at the time knew who we all were and took us alway back to port talbot we were sitting in the back of the van on top of all the mail bags by the time we got back it was six oclock in the morning how some one never got killed that i will never know but thank god no one did .but hillsborugh very nearly happened in anfield that night it was just one mad day

forgot to had to the above post we managed to avoid the socusers when we jumped in a taxi to the station we coul see them all from the taxi lurking round every corner even the taxi driver said we got out in time

The Joe Jordan game, the cheating ba...rd! I was also there stuck in the corner of the Kop.

i must have been standing with you because thats where i was

I was there to ! I was 16, Frightning ! There were Scots offering money soon as we got off our coaches .As I can remember. Wrexham fans had sold their allocation to Scots ! It was our home game because of us being banned from Ninian Park we had to play at Anfield. There were no jacks anywhere or Wrexham fans ! Fighting all the way throughout game and bottles raining down on us all the way though game. We were cheated out of it to, with Joe Jordans famous handball incident. Then when Daglesh made it 2-0 ! We decided to leave by having of jumping downat top of Kop tunnel exit which was quite a height ! We were totaly out numbered by way of. bad ticketing distribution by the W.F.A. The memory of that night have always stayed with me ! Harrowing !

same here mate never forgotten that night it has stayed with me as well you dont know how lucky were we were