Your Bad Days At A Match (1 Viewer)

oscillatewildly

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Forgot Liverpool away league cup quarter final, thousands of Cov went had the whole Kremlin Road stand and half the Anfield Road terrace, those sporting scousers smashed coach windows galore but failed to impress in the hand to hand stuff.
Was that really qtr final stage? Didn't go that night but went to replay at home. After the game remember witnessing running battles down Swan lane, across Gossy green and then still going on at bottom of Humber road as we waited for No 13 back to Willenhall.
# Not Humber Rd - Gulson Rd.
 

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Cov kid 55

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Wonder if anyone remembers loads of City being kicked off a train coming back from Wolves one night match around 1971/72. Made national headlines. We had a massive following that night and one of the trains coming back was wrecked and the emergency stop cord being pulled all the time. Train stopped again at small station and loads of cops got on and threw loads off who didn’t have seats, I knew some who had to thumb it back from god knows where but with a bit of luck it was a road with lots of Cov cars travelling back home.
I was on this train as a 13 year old, but I think (if it’s the same incident) that this would be 1967/68? My Mum gave me hell the next day, although I had nothing to do with the trouble.
 

usskyblue

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Sometime in the 80’s I once sat next to an obese bloke on the Harry Shaw coach. I got half a fucking seat. I could deal with the numb arse but the smell of his skin-flap cheese haunts me to this day.

It would have to be all the way to and from Ayesome fucking Park too.
 
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Nick

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I used to give it loads when I was about 15 walking through the away fans seeing if they would move. (Properly a dick)

A lot of them did until some bigger boy was playing the same game and nearly put my shoulder out of place.

Was sheff utd, same day I was stood in the queue and somebody ran up and knocked the bloke out in front of me then walked off.

It was that day I realised I wouldn't make it in the firm.
 

The Great Eastern

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Sometime in the 80’s I once sat next to an obese bloke on the Harry Shaw coach. I got half a fucking seat. I could deal with the numb arse but the smell of his skin-flap cheese haunts me to this day.

It would have to be all the way to and from Ayesome fucking Park too.
Smeggy Simon then ?
 

oscillatewildly

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Sometime in the 80’s I once sat next to an obese bloke on the Harry Shaw coach. I got half a fucking seat. I could deal with the numb arse but the smell of his skin-flap cheese haunts me to this day.

It would have to be all the way to and from Ayesome fucking Park too.
I wonder if that was not just the same trip - but the same coach I was on?!
I had been deliberating all week about going to this game (1988/89?) A few buddies had already booked up on HS and I left it till Friday afternoon to do the same. I was booked on 'coach' No 5. I arrived at White St coach park the next morning with just about 5 mins until departure - Walked past coaches 1, 2, 3, when I got to coach 4 it was apparent there would not be another coach alongside it - hidden in it's 'shadow' was the frickin minibus, with a big No '5' on the windscreen.
I got on and immediately got the impression it was full and I didn't have a seat. Only when I walked further up the aisle did I realise the back seat of 5 was occupied by 4 - including a rather large chap. Begrudgingly they all squeezed together/apart to concede my seat.
That wasn't the end of the trial tho as only 4 people at any one time could sit back given the available shoulder room.
It's fairly obvious that on such a long trip you need to occasionally adjust your posture, so when ever one person leaned forward, the previously 'denied' one would immediately sit back as a few inches became available. and so it carried on - through the howling storm that blew our little bus sideways all the way up to the North East.
You know the town you've arrived at has got a bit of form when even the local constabulary 'big' it up by warning you not to use the pubs in town.
Three or four probably wished they'd ventured a little further north to the utopian paradise they call Sunderland as they trudged to the turnstiles a couple of hours later with slightly flatter and bloodier noses than what they'd arrived with.
 

singers_pore

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My dad who is now 79 and my two older brothers and both in their early 50s went to that game and said it was the scariest atmosphere they’ve encountered at football

I was there as a 13 year old. Apart from the game my most vivid memory was the blur of Doc Marten boots and Stanley knives on the terrace. It was mad.
 

Wiseoldfool

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That incident happened by Pool Meadow near the old fire station, the West Ham fan’s name I’m sure was Barry Hedges. It was a fight between to groups and the unfortunate West Ham fan fell and hit his head on the kerb, causing some permanent brain damage, two Cov lads got bird for it, I knew both. The lad injured was game for a ruck, just unlucky.[/QUOTE
I was on this train as a 13 year old, but I think (if it’s the same incident) that this would be 1967/68? My Mum gave me hell the next day, although I had nothing to do with the trouble.
It was definitely 71/72 the game we qualified for Europe.The police arrested a large number of fans and had to appear in a special court the following day, where Cov City fan and solicitor represented them all and got them off.
 

oscillatewildly

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It was definitely 71/72 the game we qualified for Europe.The police arrested a large number of fans and had to appear in a special court the following day, where Cov City fan and solicitor represented them all and got them off.
Your honour, if I could present exhibit 'C' - We qualified for Europe by finishing 6th at the end of 1969/70.
 

Gazolba

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With Sunderland fans complaining rightly or wrongly at some of our fans behaviour on Saturday, it got me thinking <snip> This is just a few crazy away days, when you thought you'd never get home in one piece. Any other incidents ?
The worst incident I was ever involved in was at, of all places, a Nuneaton game.
I can't remember who they were playing but it must have been a special game for us to go there. A cup game against league opponents probably.
I was at the game with my father.
All of a sudden a rain of rocks was flying in the air toward the section of crowd we were in.
They were sizeable missiles that could do serious damage.
We immediately got out of there and never went back to Nuneaton after that.
 

Liquid Gold

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When I was too young to be drinking I once drank way too much before a match. It was a pretty bad day falling asleep on the seats at half time, being woken up by stewards only to be sick on myself and have my trousers fall down while being escorted out.

Funnily enough I don't remember the game.
 

bringbackrattles

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The worst incident I was ever involved in was at, of all places, a Nuneaton game.
I can't remember who they were playing but it must have been a special game for us to go there. A cup game against league opponents probably.
I was at the game with my father.
All of a sudden a rain of rocks was flying in the air toward the section of crowd we were in.
They were sizeable missiles that could do serious damage.
We immediately got out of there and never went back to Nuneaton after that.
If I recall they did go well in the FACup some years ago, and played Middlesbrough I think ? Sounds like that game.
 

Nick

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When I was too young to be drinking I once drank way too much before a match. It was a pretty bad day falling asleep on the seats at half time, being woken up by stewards only to be sick on myself and have my trousers fall down while being escorted out.

Funnily enough I don't remember the game.
Checkatrade final wasn't it?
 

wince

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When I was too young to be drinking I once drank way too much before a match. It was a pretty bad day falling asleep on the seats at half time, being woken up by stewards only to be sick on myself and have my trousers fall down while being escorted out.

Funnily enough I don't remember the game.
Was it last week at Sunderland
 

fellatio_Martinez

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Back in the 90s when I was a kid I went to a game ay Highfield Road Versus Derby County. It was one of those relegation must win games we always found ourselves in.

Derby went ahead and there was a commotion behind us. Paramedics turned up and took this man out on a stretcher. He died of a massive heart attack.

It was a very surreal and horrible experience. We lost too.
 

Adge

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Me and a mate during our school days decided to go to spurs away and I think it was 1988. Think Bennett got the equaliser and the game finished 2-2. There were fists flying as we ran back to the “safety” of the Harry Shaw coach parked not 200 yards outside the away end.
As we were pulling away from the stadium bricks rained down on the coach smashing 2 of the windows nearest to us. Mate was very lucky as the brick shattered glass all over his lap! That was one freezing cold journey back to Cov.

Another one that sticks out is the cup match in the 90’s v West Brom. Dublin and N’dlovu scoring late on to give us a 2-1 victory.
5 of us were ambushed as we came out by masses of Baggies boys and we all split up and headed in different directions away from the melee trying to find our way back to the station. I managed to find 1 of our group down some side street and after turning another corner we were faced by another mob of 30. :eek:
As we were about to accept our fate I heard a voice from the back-
“No that’s Adge-he’s Cov!”
Never been so relieved in my life!
Stuck with them then to the station and made a few phone calls (landline at that time) when we got home to make sure the others had made it back ok.
 

Monners

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Unfortunately there must some stories of those that weren’t quite so lucky. I have been, but a few close calls - Man.City away, Spurs (at home - the only time I saw my late Dubliner father ruffled by it - “ cover up your scarf son!). Luton away and watching Kettering Towm at Nuneaton
 

Terry_dactyl

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Christ! Reading these I’ve either been very lucky or going to different games to everyone else!
The nearest I’ve had to trouble was getting told to “sit the fuck down” after celebrating when cov scored against Pompey at HR in about 1988...and that was by Pompey supporting dad. Prick.
 

JAM See

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Home to Portsmouth 2001. A lot of decent fellas (and some not so decent) ended up with criminal records, and some went to PRISON because of the behaviour of those southern cunts. Horrible day, horrible fans!
 
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The Great Eastern

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The worst incident I was ever involved in was at, of all places, a Nuneaton game.
I can't remember who they were playing but it must have been a special game for us to go there. A cup game against league opponents probably.
I was at the game with my father.
All of a sudden a rain of rocks was flying in the air toward the section of crowd we were in.
They were sizeable missiles that could do serious damage.
We immediately got out of there and never went back to Nuneaton after that.
That could have been the FA Cup game I went to. The one I saw was versus Scunthorpe who brought quite a few 'lads' and intent on showing this 'small sleepy backwater' team what it was like to lock horns against a league team. Cue, mass fights all over the place including on the pitch before the game. I'd say Nuneaton probably got the better of the action. I recall one Scunny gang leader walking along the side of the pitch, ignoring the old bill ordering him and his mates to stand still. The nearest copper grabbed hold of him by his long blond hair and dragged him over the pitch surround wall to nick him....ouch ! Said copper wasn't exactly gentle.
 

Terry_dactyl

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Portsmouth 2001. A lot of decent fellas (and some not so decent) went to PRISON because of the behaviour of those southern cunts. Horrible day, horrible fans!
Christ! Reading these I’ve either been very lucky or going to different games to everyone else!
The nearest I’ve had to trouble was getting told to “sit the fuck down” after celebrating when cov scored against Pompey at HR in about 1988...and that was by Pompey supporting dad. Prick.

My dad ended up a steward at HR. He had a face off with a load of Pompey fans that day, threatening violence etc...what goes around comes around!
 

COVKIDSNEVERQUIT

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Wonder if anyone remembers loads of City being kicked off a train coming back from Wolves one night match around 1971/72. Made national headlines. We had a massive following that night and one of the trains coming back was wrecked and the emergency stop cord being pulled all the time. Train stopped again at small station and loads of cops got on and threw loads off who didn’t have seats, I knew some who had to thumb it back from god knows where but with a bit of luck it was a road with lots of Cov cars travelling back home.
Yeah I was on that Train, luckily I had a seat. LOL
 

COVKIDSNEVERQUIT

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Forgot Liverpool away league cup quarter final, thousands of Cov went had the whole Kremlin Road stand and half the Anfield Road terrace, those sporting scousers smashed coach windows galore but failed to impress in the hand to hand stuff.
I was at that game, our coach got smashed up pretty bad and left with out us, had to thumb a lift back too Cov, got home at 5 in the morning I was so knackered I never went into work that day , bloody scousers .
 

singers_pore

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Two more grim stories.

Away at WBA in the quartfinal of the FA Cup (maybe 1981?). A fan tried to scale the fence which divided the two sets of supporters, but his thumb sliced clean off at the top which was razor sharp. Next few minutes involved said rhumb being chucked between the city and WBA supporters. I don’t think he ever got it back.

Early 80s home game against ManU. A city fan had his face slashed to ribbons by United fans with Stanley knives. His skin was literally hanging from his face.

When people go on about hooligans these days they’ve got no idea.
 

OffenhamSkyBlue

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Went to the away game at the Baggies in 84/85 season. Some of you may remember a section of seating in the back corner behind the terracing in the away section.
At the start of the game, there was a block of about 50 empty seats, into which (we assumed) a coach-load of SBA filed.
When West Brom scored their third, there was clearly a Baggies fan or two in that seating section, and as one, the coach party stood up and beat the living shit out of these guys, then threw them over the 12 foot drop onto the terracing, where there were then set upon by the standing hordes until rescued by the OB. Can't have come out of it well.

We got thumped 5-2 but never stopped singing "Bobby Gould's Sky Blue Army" the entire match! Happy days :eek:)
 

Cov kid 55

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I think this was the game, 15 April 1969. A Tuesday night, so I got home really late. It was a 1-1 draw, with City’s goal scored by the late, great, Ernie Hunt. It couldn’t have been later than this, as I left Cov with my family, in December 1969.
 

Wiseoldfool

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I think this was the game, 15 April 1969. A Tuesday night, so I got home really late. It was a 1-1 draw, with City’s goal scored by the late, great, Ernie Hunt. It couldn’t have been later than this, as I left Cov with my family, in December 1969.

Yeah that's it I went by train,but not the one that was stopped
 

richnrg

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Sometime in the 80’s I once sat next to an obese bloke on the Harry Shaw coach. I got half a fucking seat. I could deal with the numb arse but the smell of his skin-flap cheese haunts me to this day.

It would have to be all the way to and from Ayesome fucking Park too.
Good old Micky Quinn. These days the players have their own coach, fortunately.
 

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