Rangers and the Famous ICF


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If you invite Celtic or rangers to almost any game in england they will want to put on a show , so to speak , will always be trouble
Shearer had Celtic down for his testimonial.... remember outside the Newcastle arms on the way to the Irish centre before KO.....big battle with the mouthy twats and a lot of the feckers got put on their arses .... ....to be fair...some of them were that pissed they wouldn't of known what day it was ...
 
So were you 13 when you read them? You seem an expert that’s all.

I read a couple when I was younger, watched a bit of Danny Dyer at uni and they all seemed like sad old fellas.

Are you trying to say I’ve got it wrong and they are all cool as fuck and great role models?
 
rangers 100% had all roker end maybe not the section next to the mainstand but defo rest of it and clockstand for bennos testimonial.
I was in mainstand paddocks at roker end , remember 2 in there end stand on barriers with mag shirts on fuking nob heads. It was a great sight tbf at half time when they had all their big banners being passed about over them in bith stands .
 
Once you’ve read one book on football violence you’ve read them them all. Essentially a fat, usually bald, single fella, who has amounted to nothing in his life talking about how great it was fighting with other equally sad fat bald men.

Surely only 13 year olds read this shit?
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For Bennetts game was in the Wheatsheaf waiting to meet me Dad so we could have a pint before going to the game. Packed out with them who were well pissed up and a couple of big Chelsea ***** who giving it "Rule Britannia etc " . Was standing near the pool table when this raggy little blue starts with "do you know who we are? " and proceeded to start hurling pool balls all over place. Me Dad appeared at the side door on Roker Avenue so I just walked straight over and got him out before he got in. As we are walking down Roker Avenue a group of Sunderland lads (SCF?) were coming up and were met by a hail of debris - bricks, bottles, lump of concrete, - which knocked them back a little but not alot. All I really remember about the game was there was wanker in the CS paddock with a black and white shirt on. Went to the game up there but didn't see any bother but was in the car so it was a bit of an in and out job.
There was a lad in corner of Fulwell End wearing a Celtic top, they were going ape shit!
 
Once you’ve read one book on football violence you’ve read them them all. Essentially a fat, usually bald, single fella, who has amounted to nothing in his life talking about how great it was fighting with other equally sad fat bald men.
Statue defenders these days 😆
 
Meet the RJF

Beginnings
Rod: In 1979 there were a lot of really useful firms operating out of ITV and "The Rainbow Boys" were one of the best in the business. The problem was, because we were new, we were always on the outside looking in. It was time to make a bit of a noise and show them we could handle ourselves.
Freddy: We decided we were going to take Play School in their home pub, Chatters wine bar in Hampstead. On the face of it, it was a f*cking ridiculous thing to do. They were pretty handy and had a big reputation, but that didn't mean nothing to us. We were ready to make our mark and didn't care how we did it.
Jane: We got there early and just kept a low profile. Pretty soon the whole place was filling up. There were quite a few faces in there: Fred Harris, Derek Griffiths, Big Ted. I can't say it bothered me. All I was thinking was, "You're going to get it, you numpties!"
Rod: I think it was Johnny Ball who clocked us. I can remember him saying something like "I can think of a number: the three fu*kers stood over there" and it all kicked off. Even though they hit us with everything they had, we took it. All I can remember is Freddy screaming, "Hold the line, just hold the f*cking line" and we did.
Jane: I didn't think they could believe that three of us had taken about forty of them at their place. They just melted away, flicking the V's at us and looking like a total set of p*ssies. I saw Hamble with blood p*ssing from an open head wound. To be honest I was too wound up to care.
Rod: We walked away from there with our heads held high. The Rainbow Boys would have to take notice now. Rod, Jane and Freddy had well and truly arrived.

The Battle of Blue Peter
Rod: There's been a whole heap of bullsh*t spoken about who vandalised the Blue Peter Garden. The truth is that place got torn up in one of the maddest, bloodiest children's television rucks I can ever remember.
Jane: Blue Peter were always giving it some about how they were the best in the business. We were happy to let them think that. Our feeling was they'd got sloppy and hadn't fought anyone decent for about five years. Their shows always went out live, so the plan was to wait until the end of the live broadcast and pile in. The trouble was it didn't work out like that.
Freddy: We'd gone over the wall and started heading towards them. It was Simon Groom and Janet Ellis and we could tell we'd taken them by surprise.
Rod wades in and bang, bang, bang they both go down like a sack of sh*t. It was all a bit too easy and we couldn't work out why the camera crew were holding back. Then we realised, they'd been having some sort of past presenter's reunion. They all came pouring out of the studios: Noakes, Purves, Singleton; all ready to kick seven shades of sh*t out of us.
Jane: As far as we were concerned there was only one thing to do. Stand our ground. Other firms would have run but we just thought, ##### it, this far and no further. It wasn't easy mind. They were tooled up with bottle tops from a bring and buy sale. Peter Duncan was just wading into us with a bicycle chain shouting, "Take that you c*nts!" I honestly didn't think we'd last much longer.
Rod: Then we heard it. The best sound in the world; "Up above the streets and houses, Rainbow climbing high!" It was The Rainbow Boys battle cry...the cavalry was coming. Zippy dropped the nut on Biddy Baxter and suddenly things were a bit more even. I swear on my mother's grave if security hadn't stepped in we'd have murdered the b*stards.
Freddy: The garden was totally f*cked. They covered it up and said it was the work of vandals. No it wasn't, it was the scene of our finest hour.

Cheggers can't be boozers

One of the major problems about ambushing the Blue Peter crew just after they got off air in the late 70's and early 80's, was that we could only do so on Mondays and Thursdays, and even then it all depended on our mob finishing filming early, piling into the minibus from Teddington studios and getting to Television Centre by 5.30. But it didn't always work out as planned, as getting through the Hogarth Roundabout and Hammersmith on time couldn't never be guaranteed. Rush hour traffic is a f**king pain, but to the likes of Lesley Judd, Tina Heath and Percy Thrower, it proved to be a godsend...... and saved their bacon on many an evening.

All of which meant that we used to turn our attention to some of the crews from weekend TV programmes. And more often than not, Saturday mornings meant just one thing......... Swap Shop. One of the most under-rated firms back in the day, news that the show was to come to an end, in 1982, was met with disbelief. Edmonds & co. hanging up their steel toe-caps? We didn't believe it for a second and decided to pay them a little visit. Especially as we'd heard rumours that Edmonds had been mouthing off about us to Peter Powell and DLT, during an edition of Top of the Pops.

Many a battle over the years has been organised via telephone, but we tried something a little different that Saturday morning. And when Edmonds took a call live on air from "Rod from Teddington", looking to swap a Scalextric and a Subbuteo World Cup edition, for some Sergio Tacchini sportswear, you could see his expression and mood change dramatically. For the rest of the show he seemed distracted and edgy. He knew. The Rainbow boys were on their way.

At about 12.30, the scene was set. We'd managed to get past the shoddy security and got our minibus into Television Centre car park. Just then Edmonds, Chegwin, and Philbin all emerged and were standing just a few yards away, awaiting their fate. And then all hell broke loose. We piled out and headed straight towards them, accompanied by the Rainbow theme tune blaring out of our minibus speakers. They all saw this and came hurtling over, following their trademark battle cry, the f*cking pathetic & unrealistic "dinosaur" roar from Posh Paws.

It promised to be a good do, both sides three-handed. But with Edmonds fresh from a full English in their canteen, and Chegwin having just downed a four-pack of Lamot, they were well fired up for it. It was tough going and things were looking bleak. But just as we looked odds on to be backed off all the way to Wood Lane itself, a stroke of luck. Totally unknown to us, Jeffrey, and our regular musical guest Christopher Lillicrap, had travelled up earlier to join our little welcoming committee. They leapt over the wall and proceded to batter the living sh*t out of them, Jeffrey with the giant storybook and Christopher brandishing his guitar like a ninja. I'll never forget the sight of Jeffrey going absolutely f*cking mental and repeatedly muttering "Edmonds. Do the Edmonds. Do the c*nt."

It all got too much for Philbin & Chegwin, who decided to run off as the fists and boots rained in on them, leaving Edmonds to face the music, and to be fair to their tidily-bearded leader, at least he was prepared to stand and take a hiding, unlike his so-called right hand man (& woman).

Anyway, job done. Edmonds sparko on the deck, his trademark jumper now caked in blood and ripped to shreds... it was a sight to behold. We had well and truly taken out their "Swap" boy, and painted his whole world with a rainbow..... of claret.

Awesome read. That rainbow battle cry must have sent shivers through the spine of any oppo hoolies
rangers 100% had all roker end maybe not the section next to the mainstand but defo rest of it and clockstand for bennos testimonial.
I was in mainstand paddocks at roker end , remember 2 in there end stand on barriers with mag shirts on fuking nob heads. It was a great sight tbf at half time when they had all their big banners being passed about over them in bith stands .

they were a quality team then. Champions league semi finalists earlier the same year. Narrowly beaten by a superb Marseille team. Beat our league champions on the way aswell.
 
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Once you’ve read one book on football violence you’ve read them them all. Essentially a fat, usually bald, single fella, who has amounted to nothing in his life talking about how great it was fighting with other equally sad fat bald men.

Surely only 13 year olds read this shit?
Have you not read from the beginning of the post?
By the sounds of it you should be out defacing them.
**** wadn’t dare
 
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A few years ago, whislt living in Elgin, I travelled down to Murrayfield (Tynecastle was being done up iirc) on a local Rangers supporters bus.

Once the drink started to flow, some of them heard my accent and Benno's testimonial came up.

All I can say is that most of the lads recalled battling all day and night in Sunderland and mentioned that to this day they respect the Sunderland boys for it.

For those not present at RP....they certainly heard about it.

Not that I condone any of it for the record!
 
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Reading a decent book by Sandy Chuff, no bigging it up, told it as it was. If you don’t like the 80’s footy violence then don’t read the rest of the thread. Was at RP for Benno’s testimonial in ‘85 and know exactly what went on. What I didn’t know was about our lads turning up 4 years later at another testimonial, this time at Ibrox. In his book he stated Mackem’s were in a Glasgow boozer after the match (Blue nosed pub) and gave as good as they got. Anyone there? Again, if you don’t like the content move on
How do you know he told it as it was? The writer of every book on football hooliganism I’ve read has never come out second best when numbers were equal,or 70/30 in favour against.100/1 against sometimes.
 
He did, but only after one of them appeared in a mags top.

Nah we started that, they started going mad for no reason. I was watching them as I was next to the fence trying to spot me mate.

Looked halfway up the Fulwell and some lad in celtic top.

Cue one of them to take jumper off to show mag top - he got on his mates shoulders and did it.

All on us that one though 100% sure.
 
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