Used go to away matches with Mick and a guy named Maco, remember going Sheffield Utd on a coach from the Glebe i think and going in their stand, Micky stood in the turnstile arguing with the guy about the cost while we crawled between his legs to get in free, the stupid turnstile guy ran after us and left all the money for Mick to pick up lol, didn't stay in the stand long but we sure gave it a good go, ended up getting on the pitch and been escorted into the away end. Fun days
I remover you being escorted back tricky evening. Outside too
I know we had a run around after trying get to the bus, trouble is not many knew where it was parked due to us jumping off before the match to go look at the sites lol
Not sure it was the same game, but a bunch of us went on the Special to Sheff Utd in the 74-75 season. Of course we had a fantastic team back then and so did they.
All of us would have run a mile at the first sniff of naughtiness, but one of the faces mentioned on this link spotted us on the train and wandered over for a chat. Let's call him Tarquin.
Us: "Are you going in their end, Tarquin"?
Tarquin: "Hmmm....might pop in".
At about 3.05 there was a disturbance in the home end, and sure enough a band of about 30 renegades was escorted round the perimeter to the away end - including Tarquin.
Can you give us a better clue. Loads of the lads were called Tarquin back in the day....
You're not inaccurate. Do you recall when that notorious firm led by Tarquin, Tarquin, Tarquin, Tristram and Tobias found themselves in the White Horse, Parsons Green (aka The Sloaney Pony) ahead of a game at Chelsea?
The pub ran out of sun-dried tomatoes, Greek olives and overpriced Sauvignon Blanc.