Ive been thinking about this thread over night, and its a pretty honest account of the day, no one saying we ran them here and there etc,just toe to toe and hope to get out.Stoke lads as normal dont do too bad in that situation....what is also interesting is if you read the book about the Zulus, they have nothing to say about this day....lots of snide remarks about how they dont rate stoke, but nothing about the day....says it all
I noticed that when I read it. I guess they only told the stories which made them look good. Charging across the pitch at their ground I dont think they expected to meet that kind of resistance
Not read their book Zulu, gave up on hoolie books after reading that shite in the Man City one, but I bet they don't mention the 2 games after 1992, 94 and 95 at their place when Stoke ran them in that park after the game, can remember them trying to ambush our escort only for Stoke to charge out and run them all back up that hill.
Zulus, fair dos were a big mob in the 80s and had the better of us a couple of times at our place, no point lying, but can anyone remember 60 Stoke going in their end at St Andrews mid 80s time.
Only 30 of us entered their paddock,the intention was two coach loads would go in. The coaches got split up and some melted due to lesser numbers .
that was the mob from the glebe of which i used to frequent in them days,we travelled down that night on the old bone shaking staniers coaches, think there were only 30 of us in that paddock that night and the coaches were indeed split up but fuck me did we have a laugh at hilton park services on the way home!anyone else remember that night
Post by white wall boy on Jan 1, 2011 22:48:53 GMT
I watched some shit documentary on tele a while back and it covered this subject, they had some Brum hoolie on saying the intention was to have it out on the pitch and they were pissed off Stoke stayed in the away end. Something similar happened against Leeds years before and they did get out onto the pitch for a barney....mad bastards.
That old standing end segregated down the middle was creepy, it had that netting and blue sheeting separating the fans, you couldn't see much and all you could hear was faint chants of zulu army and some fucker on a tambourine? 94 going back to the coaches the old bill lost it and it was every man for himself
i took my dad with me, saw a bit of trouble before kick off but when we finally left.......shit sherlock!!!!! Police horses guiding us down an alley into the brummies, you can imagine......finally found the car, my dad aint been to an away game since...not a good one, but we got a point (didnt we?)
We scanned the skies with rainbow eyes and saw machines of every shape and size We talked with tall Venusians passing through And Greenhoff tried to climb aboard but the Captain shook his head And away they soared Climbing through the ivory vibrant cloud Someone passed some bliss among the crowd And we walked back to the road, unchained
After reading the Hillsborough thread and having contributed on the Oakwell thread who remember's the awful day at St Andrews.After Paul Barnes scored(still a dubious goal).Must admit i was very scared that day,recall walking back to the coach area and the police kept telling us get back on your coach or we can not keep you safe.
Remember it well...trouble started in main stand when Birmingham scored...me and bro fighting brom in seats...cops came in and nicked us...locked us up in ground temp cell with blues lads...right pisser ..... then thrown out of ground with letter off miss Brady banning us for life...stayed round after loads of trouble...had to walk with some local girls holding there shopping bags...because blues had surrounded new street station to pick off stoke....cowards and always will be....always run...we r stoke...
Post by mistersausage on Sept 24, 2011 15:53:54 GMT
Went with my mate Keith and my leather needle got some serious action that day. My knuckles were still aching weeks later from hitting any part of the human body I could find and ending up hitting skullbones.
Nowadays the knuckles in my right hand are truly fucked and swell up badly in the winter, all down to the fun I had following Stoke home and away.
The leather needle ended up snapping off in some cunters thigh.
what pissed me off the most in the weeks after was that stoke fans were hounded by the police with pictures of the lads who stood and fought the brummies back.It was on central news nearly every night in in loads of daily papers saying the police want to know who this person is and contact them in confidence.Quite a few lads got banned from football for a very long time yet they probably saved alot of lives that day
That's a very good call. Our lot might not be angels, but they were all over the papers, and sounded out for what I would say was defending against a marauding group. I can just pick myself out on that footage, and it makes me angry to this day.