Went to a night match at Boro and got there earlier than we anticipated. Parked on road with graveyard on left and ambulance station on opposite side.
Large mob of Boro fans in distance suddenly seemed to be getting nearer.
I remember saying we’re either going to end up in the ambulances or the graves!
The few Wednesday fans that were there, some started legging it away up the road.
We were a bit like rabbits in the headlights, and froze. Eventually crossed to the same side of the road to the Boro mob. Think they must have thought we were their lot.
Continued our walk to the ground keeping a few yards behind them. They kept looking back. Casually took the first road on the left and headed down to the ground not daring to look back to see if they were following us.
Scary time indeed. There’s so many tales to tell about following Wednesday away in the 70’s and 80’s.