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My Boy Harry
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the Charlton/Millwall incident was scary like. As you correctly state the turnstiles were miles away and it was a big ground. That paddock was huge. I was about 17 at the time and I remember that there were probably about a dozen of them. I didnt cotton on what was going on at first until my mate grabbed me and told me that we were off. there was absolutely no way at 17 years old was I standing and having a go at Harry The Dog and his mates. Not a chance. Well out of my league. I remember running half way up that paddock and looking back and they hadnt even bothered to chase us. If we'd stood then it would have kicked off but they were of absolutely no mind to go trundling around the stadium after us.I was in far worse situations over the years including Earls Court but that was the most frightened I can ever remember being. The turnstiles were miles away and word spread that the mob coming through them were Millwall. Our main lot were still in the pubs, we were all young sitting ducks. When they charged we legged it. That paddock was massive and my legs stopped working about half way up. I stood with an old Charlton fan and his son who was about my age (14 ish). I ran back down and straight on to the pitch as soon as they passed, arrest looked more appealing than Millwall.
One thing that stands out for me about those days is that there was always someone in the group blissfully unaware of any danger, no matter how obvious it was.
3-3 at Upton Park was a nightmare for anyone who stood in that end, every goal triggered a free for all. Razor sharpened 2p pieces rained down on us as we waited to leave after the final whistle, it was a grim affair. When we got out about 50 of us were attempting the walk back to the tube, I really did not want to, ‘oh to be on a bus’.
West Ham were everywhere, a huge mob in front slowing up, a huge one behind closing in and hundreds across the road waiting for their moment. The further we got away from the ground the fewer the coppers and the more of them there were. We were a small group of donkey jackets in a sea of claret and blue. Eventually the gaps closed up and they came across the road, Frankie shouted ‘backs to the wall the lads’ so we all grouped together looking outwards, here we go, we were in a bad situation. At that moment my mate started wandering away, someone grabbed him and dragged him back just in time. We all made it on to the tube relatively unscathed, everyone was hugely relieved. During the post mortem we asked what the fuck he was doing? he replied, ‘going for a programme.’
Thirty minutes before the kick off another lad was berating the driver to put his foot down as we made a final approach to the Old Den, everyone was giving us the come on and doing cut throat sign, it looked deadly out there. Dressed in red & white from head to toe this lad was adamant he was going for a 'quick pint'?
Half a dozen of us were sat in a big Arsenal pub on Holloway Road after the match. One of the lads came back from the bar to casually announce he’d overheard a group them talking. They were planning to ‘Attack those Sunderland wankers’ the minute the police riot vans parked directly outside the left. As we were the only Sunderland in the place it triggered an alarm in everyones head but his. He’d even heard it before he bought the pints which we now had to sup sharpish with one eye on the police vans.
I'm sure that game was on The Big Match, Brian moore commentating. I think we lost 2 v 3. Might have been Roy Greenwood's debut. If people remember Shoot! was on ITV on the sunday but if London Tv had televised The Big Match ie their equivalent and it involved NUFc or SAFC that was the match we got on the sunday.
The 3 v 3 game. that was our first trip to WHU and we were advised by a Man United fan that we knew from CLS not to go in the South Bank. He told us to go in The Chicken Run opposite where the players came out. We took his advice and it was indeed very good advice. I remember watching the SAFC fans coming into the ground from around 2pm and being picked off one by one as the WHU fans charged through what appeared to be a gap in the fence. Before the game we'd walked down that way as we made our way to The chicken Run and had seen a mob of WHU, about 50 of them waiting. almost certainly the likes of Cass Pennant, Bill Gardener et al will have been in that group.
Incidentally that game was superb. We stood next to an old bloke in TCR, WHU fan, who had watched them since the year dot. He told us that it was one of the best games he had ever seen at the ground.
I think we lost the next year down there 0 v 2. Barry Siddall played a blinder from memory as it was like The Alamo.