It was worse for me when we beat them 3-0 at the start of the 76/77 season (I think - could've been the following year) with 2 Dave Roberts headers among the goal. Me and my mate had to get from the South Stand to where the Orchard Park bus went from through a street load of Sunlan fans. Scarfless and a bit battered we made it!
I used to work on an evening in Springfield club on Anlaby Common. For a short time, we lived in Sutton. So after working one New Years' eve from 6 pm - 2 am, I was driving home and going down Cottingham Rd, and was pulled over by the police. Asked if I had been drinking, I said yes, how many did you drink, I said 4 or 5 pints. Then asked to blow into the breathalyser which came up negative. With a puzzled look on his face, he asked what had I been drinking and Orange juice was the answer. I was smartly told to piss off.
Ah memories, I was a little scrote in the bottom corner of the North Stand standing by the fence so the ball was heading right towards us, going in all the way. I was with my older brother, luckily he was 6 ft 5 and solid so nobody bothered us walking out.
Someone launching a book, popped up in my feed... https://www.thehullstory.com/allarticles/not-all-ticket-hull-city
One for the oldies; was there actually a difference between the city psycho’s, silver cod squad, and kempton fusiliers? Or just different names for the same group?
I walked past Cod on Saturday with no City colours and no-one even looked in my direction. How times have changed.
Is she that woman who used to stand in the Well at BP and try to hit opposition players and the linesman with her umbrella?
14 years ago today, Newcastle 1 City 2. A great day out in Eddie Stobarts executive box, aside from Rico puking up in my car on the way home, lightweight!
Terrible passenger, tell everyone you feel sick so lower the window, raise it back up THEN puke! Still, when you've shoved down a three course meal and sandwiches as well as quaffing bitter, lager, cider, brown ale and champagne, then nicked two bottles of cider and a bottle of champagne to take home, I suppose it's to be expected. Greedy bastard!
I was there. We hadn't let a goal in at home until that match. I was walking along Anlaby Road on my own when four Bolton lads decided to walk with me. I knew I had a problem. They were relatively amicable and talked about the game but I could feel there was a menace in them. One looked at my scarf and said, "I've got one if those at home. We use it as a bog roll." I laughed with them. I went into a shop near the mirrors place, close to Kennings in the hope that they would move on but they waited for me and we continued to the ground. I thoroughly expected to get attacked but when we got to Boothferry Park they just went in and left me unscathed. Great match though.
