GREAT IDEA FOR A NEW FOOTIE BOOK

Now i'm sure any of you who watched football any time in the sixties seventy's and eighties, will have a few stories where you got chased, smacked, where you had to hide and duck and dive to save taking a pasting or some other close calls.

Got be a best seller and I can see Annis counting the coin now
It would make a great change form the we are the hardest fans in the world type of book, and a real good self piss take, own up first an we can have a coward of the County award. I got a few, up my sleeve.

Got chased through MFI at Mansfield one year in the early 90's and hid behind a wardrobe till the coast was clear.

City fans in reminiscing about the hooligan days SHOCKA

City fans in reminiscing about the hooligan days SHOCKA

But hardly glorifying it are we, perhaps it didn't really happen and then there would be no real stories to tell.

One of my keep your head down and keep sh-tum moments happened at Leeds in the cup in the seventies. We lost badly on the pitch and there had been loads of scraps and arrests before the game, so we all expected a warm welcome outside after the game.

i was with around forty other Aberdare lads and we had traveled up on one of the football special trains. When we came out of the ground we walked down the road and a load of Leeds yobs came running down the side street chucking all sorts at us.
We chased them up the street and across a few other streets and then made our way back down to the road where by now there was literally thousands of leeds fans all looking for blood, we done the old blend in routine, some better than others, it was the longest walk ever back to the station.

At one time I could see one of my mates Gary Sam on the other side of the road, surrounded by a crowd of Leeds fans, some kicking the back of his legs and giving him sly digs in the back etc.
He seen me and I felt helpless, so kept my head down, still feel bad about it even though on the train back we had a laugh about it, in all fairness he said he'd have done the same, but it does still rankle with me.

What Cardiff City book would you recommend for a first read
Mite give one a read on a holiday

What Cardiff City book would you recommend for a first read
Mite give one a read on a holiday

Well it got to be mine surely you wouldn't expect me to reccomend anything else, The Rise and Fall of Cardiff City's Valley Rams, not on sale in any good book shops, but Annis can get you one.

What Cardiff City book would you recommend for a first read
Mite give one a read on a holiday

Well it got to be mine surely you wouldn't expect me to reccomend anything else, The Rise and Fall of Cardiff City's Valley Rams, not on sale in any good book shops, but Annis can get you one.

Arr okay, what about eBay or amazon?

What Cardiff City book would you recommend for a first read
Mite give one a read on a holiday

Well it got to be mine surely you wouldn't expect me to reccomend anything else, The Rise and Fall of Cardiff City's Valley Rams, not on sale in any good book shops, but Annis can get you one.

Arr okay, what about eBay or amazon?

Yeh they on amazon, and at the airport (Cardiff)

One of my keep your head down and keep sh-tum moments happened at Leeds in the cup in the seventies. We lost badly on the pitch and there had been loads of scraps and arrests before the game, so we all expected a warm welcome outside after the game.

i was with around forty other Aberdare lads and we had traveled up on one of the football special trains. When we came out of the ground we walked down the road and a load of Leeds yobs came running down the side street chucking all sorts at us.
We chased them up the street and across a few other streets and then made our way back down to the road where by now there was literally thousands of leeds fans all looking for blood, we done the old blend in routine, some better than others, it was the longest walk ever back to the station.

At one time I could see one of my mates Gary Sam on the other side of the road, surrounded by a crowd of Leeds fans, some kicking the back of his legs and giving him sly digs in the back etc.
He seen me and I felt helpless, so kept my head down, still feel bad about it even though on the train back we had a laugh about it, in all fairness he said he'd have done the same, but it does still rankle with me.

I remember that day at Leeds we lost 4-1 and after the game it was a hell hole and one I'll never forget. But it was a bad season all around as we were relegated a few months later.

But the one time that really sticks in my mind was the following season away at Southend where I was grateful to a bunch of city fans for saving me from a kicking. I was the first to pass my driving test and so always drew the short straw in driving to away games and never enjoyed a drink unlike my mates who were always pretty much hanging by kickoff time.

Anyway on this day one of my mates had really had a skinfull and was going on and on about having chips and when we passed a chippy he walked in and wasn't coming out until he had a bag. The place was heaving and was obviously going to take a while, my other two mates, also pissed weren't in the mood for waiting so carried on to the ground.

I waited outside for him to make sure he was OK and whilst waiting a group of Southend fans came up giving me all this Welsh C**t stuff. One started pushing me and telling me he was going to give me a kicking when half the chippy emptied, the Welsh half, and shall we say saw them off.

That was the closest I ever came to a kicking and before that I never knew the lads who helped me, although I did see them at many away games after. But it taught me one thing and that is Bluebird fans in those days looked after their own much more so than today I would say.

Now i'm sure any of you who watched football any time in the sixties seventy's and eighties, will have a few stories where you got chased, smacked, where you had to hide and duck and dive to save taking a pasting or some other close calls.

Got be a best seller and I can see Annis counting the coin now
It would make a great change form the we are the hardest fans in the world type of book, and a real good self piss take, own up first an we can have a coward of the County award. I got a few, up my sleeve.

Anfield 1977 watching Wales v Scotland wasn't one of my better days, I must have run across the whole of Liverpool, all day chased and beaten, and my first ever away game. 16 years of age got back home broken nose broken cheekbone, mind you my mates were impressed

Ive had a good read of most books by annis and gwyns vallyrams book and in fairness there all really good reads some really good storys in them from the old days from clashes vs the police to how other fans looked at are fans its an eye opener reading any of them tbh if you wasnt on the terrace back then, some people think its promoting hooliganism nad bragging as where most including myself see it how it is and was back then same as any book its a true detailed look at whatever the story is about. Annis is working on a new one as we speak so i think.

City fans in reminiscing about the hooligan days SHOCKA

But in all honesty we all read these type of books and I have yet to read a how cardiif ruled the world the one
And thiers that many true stories you simply couldnt make up who needs fiction

City fans in reminiscing about the hooligan days SHOCKA

Thats like saying andy mcnab talking about his SAS days or david beckham talking about his younger days or any other book for that matter aint that what books are about storys no matter whatever book your reading or have i missed something

Now i'm sure any of you who watched football any time in the sixties seventy's and eighties, will have a few stories where you got chased, smacked, where you had to hide and duck and dive to save taking a pasting or some other close calls.

Got be a best seller and I can see Annis counting the coin now
It would make a great change form the we are the hardest fans in the world type of book, and a real good self piss take, own up first an we can have a coward of the County award. I got a few, up my sleeve.

Anfield 1977 watching Wales v Scotland wasn't one of my better days, I must have run across the whole of Liverpool, all day chased and beaten, and my first ever away game. 16 years of age got back home broken nose broken cheekbone, mind you my mates were impressed

I was 15 years old when I went to that game and it is by far the most hooligan filled game I have ever been to. I can remember the Welsh fans being backed into the top left-hand corner of the Kop (I have been back to Anfield twice since and that corner still gives me the shivers) and if wasn’t for some nutters running straight at the Scots and making some room I’m convinced that a Hillsborough type crush would have happened.

After the game I ditched my Welsh Flag and proved Einstein wrong by travelling faster than the speed of light whilst running back to our coaches.

Another tight coroner I can think of was being in Derby once and surrounded by loads of their hooligans. Obviously sticking out one approached me and asked me the time (the old classic way of detecting your accent)

I had no idea what a Derby accent sounded like so I tried mimicking the guy’s voice. He looked surprised when I answered ‘half-past one’ and disappointingly said Cheers mate and walked on!

Until that point I had no idea I had a bit of the Rory Bremner’s about me.

It was in the early 80s and away to Bolton. We came out of the train Station which was empty except a few plod and we were chanting Soul Crew Soul Crew, our oldest must of been about 19/20 but more around my age of around 17/18.
There must of been around 20/30 of us we was giving it large walking the side of the main road. Maybe just over 1/2 mile we came to a Junction and there was two Pubs opposite each other. We thought Jackpot a few beers here.
The small door was opened and on entering the whole place went stony silent. We had just walked into there main Lads Pub and the one opposite was the same. It was a hail of glasses came in our direction which backed everyone into the car park which was full of stones (Fairly large ones ) and we let fly at em which slowed them right down. But now there was a couple of hundred of them and we were talking 20 to 40 year olds they chased us back to the train station. Fook we were bloody quick and we had to be we ran straight past those same coppers and on to the platform. The old Bill was pissing themselves. We ended up getting a escort with the snarling Bolton fans following and they put us into the ground nearly 2 and a half hours early. Epic fail

It was in the early 80s and away to Bolton. We came out of the train Station which was empty except a few plod and we were chanting Soul Crew Soul Crew, our oldest must of been about 19/20 but more around my age of around 17/18.
There must of been around 20/30 of us we was giving it large walking the side of the main road. Maybe just over 1/2 mile we came to a Junction and there was two Pubs opposite each other. We thought Jackpot a few beers here.
The small door was opened and on entering the whole place went stony silent. We had just walked into there main Lads Pub and the one opposite was the same. It was a hail of glasses came in our direction which backed everyone into the car park which was full of stones (Fairly large ones ) and we let fly at em which slowed them right down. But now there was a couple of hundred of them and we were talking 20 to 40 year olds they chased us back to the train station. Fook we were bloody quick and we had to be we ran straight past those same coppers and on to the platform. The old Bill was pissing themselves. We ended up getting a escort with the snarling Bolton fans following and they put us into the ground nearly 2 and a half hours early. Epic fail

Young and fearless i see nukes, bet you had brownies in your pants and run faster than usane bolt back then

One of my keep your head down and keep sh-tum moments happened at Leeds in the cup in the seventies. We lost badly on the pitch and there had been loads of scraps and arrests before the game, so we all expected a warm welcome outside after the game.

i was with around forty other Aberdare lads and we had traveled up on one of the football special trains. When we came out of the ground we walked down the road and a load of Leeds yobs came running down the side street chucking all sorts at us.
We chased them up the street and across a few other streets and then made our way back down to the road where by now there was literally thousands of leeds fans all looking for blood, we done the old blend in routine, some better than others, it was the longest walk ever back to the station.

At one time I could see one of my mates Gary Sam on the other side of the road, surrounded by a crowd of Leeds fans, some kicking the back of his legs and giving him sly digs in the back etc.
He seen me and I felt helpless, so kept my head down, still feel bad about it even though on the train back we had a laugh about it, in all fairness he said he'd have done the same, but it does still rankle with me.

I remember that day at Leeds we lost 4-1 and after the game it was a hell hole and one I'll never forget. But it was a bad season all around as we were relegated a few months later.

But the one time that really sticks in my mind was the following season away at Southend where I was grateful to a bunch of city fans for saving me from a kicking. I was the first to pass my driving test and so always drew the short straw in driving to away games and never enjoyed a drink unlike my mates who were always pretty much hanging by kickoff time.

Anyway on this day one of my mates had really had a skinfull and was going on and on about having chips and when we passed a chippy he walked in and wasn't coming out until he had a bag. The place was heaving and was obviously going to take a while, my other two mates, also pissed weren't in the mood for waiting so carried on to the ground.

I waited outside for him to make sure he was OK and whilst waiting a group of Southend fans came up giving me all this Welsh C**t stuff. One started pushing me and telling me he was going to give me a kicking when half the chippy emptied, the Welsh half, and shall we say saw them off.

That was the closest I ever came to a kicking and before that I never knew the lads who helped me, although I did see them at many away games after. But it taught me one thing and that is Bluebird fans in those days looked after their own much more so than today I would say.

I'd liked to have said i was one of those that rushed out to help, but in truth if it had happened whilst i was there, it would have taken more than that to get me out of a chippy.

300 millwall,and just (me) fu*king done the lot of them. ( sorry just woke up. ) CCFC

Now i'm sure any of you who watched football any time in the sixties seventy's and eighties, will have a few stories where you got chased, smacked, where you had to hide and duck and dive to save taking a pasting or some other close calls.

Got be a best seller and I can see Annis counting the coin now
It would make a great change form the we are the hardest fans in the world type of book, and a real good self piss take, own up first an we can have a coward of the County award. I got a few, up my sleeve.

Anfield 1977 watching Wales v Scotland wasn't one of my better days, I must have run across the whole of Liverpool, all day chased and beaten, and my first ever away game. 16 years of age got back home broken nose broken cheekbone, mind you my mates were impressed

That Anfield trip was my stag night for my first marriage, 50 of us on a coach, when we got back after the game, at least ten had dressings ranging from bandages to slings or simply plasters etc, most of us had been involved in some fight in some place, just how it was, and to cap it all it must have been about 12.30 when the driver got back to the coach and he was pissed, we had to help him onto the bus, mad mad day.

It was in the early 80s and away to Bolton. We came out of the train Station which was empty except a few plod and we were chanting Soul Crew Soul Crew, our oldest must of been about 19/20 but more around my age of around 17/18.
There must of been around 20/30 of us we was giving it large walking the side of the main road. Maybe just over 1/2 mile we came to a Junction and there was two Pubs opposite each other. We thought Jackpot a few beers here.
The small door was opened and on entering the whole place went stony silent. We had just walked into there main Lads Pub and the one opposite was the same. It was a hail of glasses came in our direction which backed everyone into the car park which was full of stones (Fairly large ones ) and we let fly at em which slowed them right down. But now there was a couple of hundred of them and we were talking 20 to 40 year olds they chased us back to the train station. Fook we were bloody quick and we had to be we ran straight past those same coppers and on to the platform. The old Bill was pissing themselves. We ended up getting a escort with the snarling Bolton fans following and they put us into the ground nearly 2 and a half hours early. Epic fail

Young and fearless i see nukes, bet you had brownies in your pants and run faster than usane bolt back then

Suprising how quick you can run when you have got that lot chasing you

Young and fearless i see nukes, bet you had brownies in your pants and run faster than usane bolt back then

Suprising how quick you can run when you have got that lot chasing you

Oh yes at that age you didnt really give care or even think about it either untill it goes off

Young and fearless i see nukes, bet you had brownies in your pants and run faster than usane bolt back then

Suprising how quick you can run when you have got that lot chasing you

Oh yes at that age you didnt really give care or even think about it either untill it goes off

That is oh so true Chief

So disappointed that I never experienced the terrace days

So disappointed that I never experienced the terrace days

Footballs now what it used to be watching it from the atmospheres to the smell in the air its all gone

The amount of times we all got back to the special train by hook or crook, fair means or foul, and the when safely in our setas burst out laughing mostly with relief at how close we came to getting kicked shitless, only to do exactly the same two weeks later at an even more scarey place.

It really was like a roller coaster, you crap yourself queuing up to go on it and then think you were top man when you walked off it alive, and then look to the next bigger and scarier roller coaster to test yourself yet again, mind you I,v yet to fall off a roller coaster, but I have taken a kicking at a few away grounds.

So disappointed that I never experienced the terrace days

Footballs now what it used to be watching it from the atmospheres to the smell in the air its all gone

I often watch 80's videos of football matches and football hooliganism as its so interesting

There seems to be more police and stewards than fans nowadays!

So disappointed that I never experienced the terrace days

Footballs now what it used to be watching it from the atmospheres to the smell in the air its all gone

I often watch 80's videos of football matches and football hooliganism as its so interesting

There seems to be more police and stewards than fans nowadays!

I didnt think my post was about hooliganism im just saying its not what it used to be besides i wasnt watching football on the terrace untill the 90s and most of it had gone by then compared to 70s 80s i bet , but i know its been a massive change in every way of what it was like to go to fooball back in the very early 90s to today thats what i ment by my post, so them who watched from are terraces home and away in the 70s or 80s well it must a bigger change again in every way comapred to todays modern game

So disappointed that I never experienced the terrace days

Footballs now what it used to be watching it from the atmospheres to the smell in the air its all gone

I often watch 80's videos of football matches and football hooliganism as its so interesting

There seems to be more police and stewards than fans nowadays!

I didnt think my post was about hooliganism im just saying its not what it used to be besides i wasnt watching football on the terrace untill the 90s and most of it had gone by then compared to 70s 80s i bet , but i know its been a massive change in every way of what it was like to go to fooball back in the very early 90s to today thats what i ment by my post, so them who watched from are terraces home and away in the 70s or 80s well it must a bigger change again in every way comapred to todays modern game

Totally agree!

So disappointed that I never experienced the terrace days

Footballs now what it used to be watching it from the atmospheres to the smell in the air its all gone

I often watch 80's videos of football matches and football hooliganism as its so interesting

There seems to be more police and stewards than fans nowadays!

I didnt think my post was about hooliganism im just saying its not what it used to be besides i wasnt watching football on the terrace untill the 90s and most of it had gone by then compared to 70s 80s i bet , but i know its been a massive change in every way of what it was like to go to fooball back in the very early 90s to today thats what i ment by my post, so them who watched from are terraces home and away in the 70s or 80s well it must a bigger change again in every way comapred to todays modern game

Totally agree!

Thats why alot of older fans dont go to the football anymore but theres always new to take the seat off the ones who left .