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Out You Go! part 5 A selection of NUFC.com reader tales about being chucked out of toon matches.... |
Occasion: Various Location: Millmoor / Stamford Bridge Guilty Party: GB Rotherham (A) 1982 "Me and me mate Daft Eric paid to go into the stand behind the goal
and managed to
sneak into some empty seats down the side at half-time. After the messiah
(Keegan) scored his
fourth to put us 4-0 up, I says to Eric if he scores a fifth we'll get on the pitch
knowing full well this was being shown on Match of the Day. Chelsea (A) 1996 - F.A.Cup "Sir Les equalised deep into injury time and
came towards the Toon fans to celebrate.
Being in the second row I saw the opportunity to repeat the heroics of 1982 as above. ******************************************************* Occasion: Arsenal (h) mid
1980's "making our way to the top west corner of the
Gallowgate end, my mate produced a
'screaming rocket' from beneath his coat. At this time, various fireworks were launching
themselves towards the pitch and we thought it would be fun to join in (being about 14 at
the time.) "I was also called into the station a couple of days later about the incident, we were both given warnings and told not to enter SJP again after the bloke dropped the charges." ******************************************************* Occasion: Various "Call the ref an effing barsteward from all of 90
yards
away. Cue ejection downstairs, details taken, then ejection from the ground along with
about 5 other master criminals. A meat wagon proceeds to follow us up the road at the back
of the main stand and watch us as we turn right to the Holte End turnstiles and go back
in. "So drunk the 3 of us could barely stand. Thought it
would be a good idea to go in their 'end' but find out on entrance (1st time there') that
their 'end' is actually on the side and we were stuck on our own surrounded by half empty
seats. "It was then we played our trump card my mate was a serving member of the Met and had his warrant card on him so we manage to get chucked in with our own while the Bolton herberts got ejected - justice prevailed." ******************************************************* Occasion: Manchester United
(h) "Earlier in the summer we had been staying at a caravan site near Bamburgh, and I had
made a great friend for the week called Philip...he was older than me and told me he went
in the Leazes end on his own...loved Hawkwind's "Silver Machine"
and lived in Long Benton. "Anyway, we lost contact after the holiday...forgetting to swap phone no's. I was desperate to join his cool world, and even persuaded my Dad to drive me up to Long Benton to see if he was hanging out on the street. No joy. "However the game came...very excited...Bovril, Mars Bar and a seat on the paddock
barrier...washed down with Pop Robson. I think we got beat 2-0, it wasn't a bad
game...best bit was half-time, as across the field from the Leazes end came my new buddy Phil...waving. "Had he seen me, or was he just Mental Benton? I'll never know...or maybe he was in a Silver Machine...." ******************************************************* Occasion: Unidentified home
game "Back in the mid eighties, if it snowed
before a game the terracing had to be cleared. They used to pile the snow up at the bottom
of the terracing. ******************************************************* Standing in the Leazes end next to the small band of away
fans, Newcastle scored
early on and me and my two mates did the usual jump up and down celebration. A copper grabbed
hold of my arm and pushed it up my back then marched me off, snarling abuse at me calling
me a 'reckless little tosser'. Inside a pre-fab building near the Millburn stand I was
forced to turn out my pockets then roughly searched by another copper, ****************************************************** "A load of us from school went together (14/15 year olds) all the Mags were in the right
hand side of the Fulwell End. As kick off got closer we were getting crushed up against
the railings round the stupid paddock in the middle (some kind of season ticket thing I
think). Me & a mate managed to get under the railings with a view to going out the
gate & getting a better place back with the Mags. Occasion: Boys
match "I can't remember exactly when, but it must have been 1969/70 because I was still at
primary school. It was Newcastle schoolboys versus Sunderland ( I think) schoolboys, an
evening match." "The resulting trip down the tunnel, affording views into white-tiled changing areas and panelled corridors was far more thrilling than the match. I was deposited in an office and harangued by a man behind a huge desk. I remember the conversation very clearly. Probably because I was sh*tting myself. "What's your name?" I told him. "What School do you go to?" "St. Teresa's" " A Catholic, eh? Call yourself a Catholic, you should know better than to behave like that." (He clearly wasn't keeping up-to-date with events in Northern Ireland) "Er, sorry" "You're a disgrace to your school and your religion; you'll end up nowhere behaving like that. Right, take him to the car park and throw him out. And if the police are there, they can have him." "Funnily enough, they weren't; I can remember wandering around, ending up in the Civic Centre grounds, trying desperately to count the cheers, so that when I returned home I would know the score. I managed to avoid talk about the match until statistics were furnished by less catchable friends in the morning. "Whether throwing nine-year-old children onto the streets of central Newcastle on dark nights was official club policy at the time escapes my memory, but what would happen these days: a) to the child; b) to an organisation whose idea of nipping "hooliganism" in the bud was to give the perpetrator a once-in-a-lifetime sight of the holy of holies, then jeopardize his chances of living to watch any more football anyway? "My crime was to be bored by a Sunderland match..... "PS The bloke was right, I joined the dregs of society: I'm a University lecturer." ******************************************************* "I used to go to the match with a bunch of nutters, some very big, some more normal
sized, but no less nutterish. PM, average size, was bet that he couldn't head butt the
advertising hoardings that went around the top of the old Gallowgate. These were 1/4 inch
thick steel things. To prove his 16 year old man hood PM pull himself up and head butted
the board. ******************************************************* Occasion: Charlton
(a) early 1990's "This was the first time I had gone to an away game alone, having always gone with my dad before. West Ham were less than friendly towards us at the time, so it was an adventure getting to the ground. Although my dad's family are from Newcastle, I've always lived in London, so tried hard not to give myself away with 'me browd acksent' as I passed through the airport-style metal detector that the stewards were herding the real away fans through. `"Feeling confident once inside, I started to join in the singing etc after about fifteen
minutes. Despite my obvious allegiance to the black and white cause, a rather tired and
emotional Geordie cottoned on that I was from south of Watford, shouted "you soft
southern shite", unzipped his fly and proceeded to share the results of a hard
morning's drinking with me.
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