The famous NME and their taking of the Fulwell

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Just found this shite on a link that was posted earlier. :oops: :oops:

My first real season as a mag, we were relegated,i was raised on crap football played in front of probably the most passionate, and possibly the most violent fans in England. No one ever came to Newcastle then, but away matches were guaranteed mindless violence. It seemed normal to me, the way it had always been, coming from a small Durham town to

Newcastle, I entered a different world, and became a different person. By 16 i was proud to be a "Geordie Boot-Boy". It was the highlight of my week. After what seemed a lifetime, all of a sudden we were back, and I

was just the right age to enjoy it. 20, well paid job, loving life and most of all loving my days out at wherever Newcastle happened to be playing. Through travelling to away games i had got to know a bunch of lads who I trusted my life with. We had evolved over a few years, from yobbish cider drinking skinheads into a sharp, well organized and reliable little squad, as we then called it. The casual fashion was king of the terraces, sqauds became firms or mobs and we were the N.M.E….Newcastle Mainline Express.



Officially we had about 80 members, we each had a number, we paid

£1 a week each to cover each others fines. Getting lifted gave us status.

As soon as the fixtures came out, only 1 mattered, Mackems away. WE were gonna do them, simple as that. It was all we talked about, it had to be special, we were just too good for it not to be. Some very intelligent, and some very evil minds set to work. It just so happened that 2 weeks before the game , Sunderland reached the milk cup final, fuck did we hear about it, it made us worse. We had to shut the mackem bastards up, properly. All of a sudden it was on, we were going to buy 200 tickets for the Fulwell end, humiliate them, they would remember this forever. Amazingly we got the tickets, 2-3 at a time mostly but someone actually asked for and received 100. It was agreed we would travel to Sunderland by metro to Shields, then bus, in 3 groups and keep our heads down, to escape the bizzies. it worked. We were at the turnstiles, adrenaline pumping, stomach churning, knowing nods and glances, no one spoke. 15 minutes into the match was the time. Nervously, excitedly we began the stairs, fuck the fullwell end was big, and full. I still wasn’t in when I heard the all too familiar sound of violence, a growling sort of roar, and loud as fuck in the middle of the mackems beloved sanctuary, "NME-NME-NME" then "United" the poor fuckers didn’t know what had hit them.



They ran in all directions, pulling each other out of the way, not 1 fought back, we were murdering them. It became a free for all, they wouldn’t fight back, they just tried to get away in sheer panic. I was loving it, picking targets. Everyone was. The bizzies didn’t expect it either, most were at the roker end where the mags were, it took them 2-3 minutes to move in. The roker End was going mental "geordie aggro- geordie aggro" echoed, the mackems were silent. As the bizzies moved in we just all stopped, instead of hitting them we were bouncing up and down singing "we fucked the fullwell". The mackems just watched us do it. The bizzies didnt really pull us out, we walked out, business done. Right up the side of the pitch, while the players looked on. I swear some newcastle players, (wont say who) were laughing and smiling.



The Roker end was still hammering out "geordie aggro", we passed the main stand , packed with furious mackems, We just laughed and flashed wanker signs. The odd coin came at us, and to our great amusement, the Fullwell now wanted to fight. We were buzzing, arrogant, smug, you name it, right there on the pitch at Roker park, the mackems were humiliated and they knew it. The bizzies started to get aggressive, probably because we wanted to do a lap of honour. they started pushing us and whacking us towards the Roker end. About halfway up the pitch lots broke into a run towards the mags, arms held high , like we had won the cup or something. The mackems swore vengeance, but 25 years later we are still waiting. They never got over it, today they try to

play it down, saying the Fulwell was the kids end. But everyone knows that for derby games it most definately wasn’t. I stopped going to football years ago, got married and brought up a family. Through face-book i have got back in touch with lots of the lads. it all seems like yesterday, recently for a laugh I said its the 25th anniversary of us doing

the Fullwell, we should have a re-union, someone suggested we do it again to celebrate. Within 2 hours about 50

grandad hooligans were up for it, ha ha ha who knows, we might just do it. N.M.E. Mag for life….
 


Did I mention that it was all utter shite. :oops:
 
I do remember it, approx 200 thugs punching out at grandads and kids unexpectedly. If they were that hard why didnt they do it in their groups of two or three on the way to the ground instead of keeping their heads down.:oops:

Like most thugs they can only fight in large groups against people not expecting or wanting it, one to one they brick it and run.
 
I do remember it, approx 200 thugs punching out at grandads and kids unexpectedly. If they were that hard why didnt they do it in their groups of two or three on the way to the ground instead of keeping their heads down.:oops:

Like most thugs they can only fight in large groups against people not expecting or wanting it, one to one they brick it and run.

They also knew exactly where the "lads" were and didn't go near, when they started to get a bit off aggro back from the lads coming in and moving along, they scarpered.
 
I posted this a while back...

I was in the Fulwell that day. Soon after the kick-off, about 150 mags began chanting “United”. They were to the right of the back central section as you looked at the pitch, surrounded by a load of bemused looking middle-aged blokes and kids, who cleared away leaving them stood in a circle on their own. There was a stand-off for about 10 seconds (the red fence ran down the terrace between them and the middle section) before the police took them out, although they hardly looked reluctant to leave.
 
"someone asked for and actually got 100(tickets)". Superb fabrication :lol::lol::lol::lol:
 
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