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Away Days in the 80's


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Impressed by people's memories. Mine is rubbish when remembering years, seasons and that, and probably forgotten most games entirely. A few memorable ones though.

Watford away, 4-0 down by half time. Lottery ticket hut outside the Wednesday ground kicked to pieces. Fans on the asbestos roof smashing it to pieces. Pelted with missiles. Mate thrown out on three occasions for jumping over the turnstyles without paying, then returning.

Blackburn away, Spider Mellor scoring a goal and the noise made the old wooden stand I was in rock and vibrate.

Bolton Away, travelled there and back in a Daimler belonging to Cliff, the Landlord at the Crcket Inn Totley. Spent most of the game looking up at the players as it was the old Burnden Park and I seemed below pitch level.

Hull away. Got smacked outside the ground as a young teenage lad. Got in the ground and there was a great atmosphere. Hull fans were goading us, so Wednesday ran across the pitch, jumped in their end, and gave them a good kicking, then ran back to our terrace. Wondered where one of our friends had gone and found him unconscious with dusty feet marks on the back of his black jacket. In the stampede to get to their fans, he'd lost his footing, gone down, and got trampled on.

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Was it the one near Lou Macaris chippy?

We ended up in there after the game against them when it was one of Big Rons last in charge, we were singing "Atkinson out" when we went 1-0 up...

Think they won 2-1 in the end

Thought we won that 2-0..Sterland pen..can't remember the other one...

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Atkinson was sacked on the 6th November 1986

We played them on the 11th October 1986 at Old Trafford. And lost 3-1

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I was at both, but the enduring memory for me was Atkinson under pressure, and predicted to lose his job if we beat them.

And I thought it was hilarious we were singing Atkinson Out lol

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Only ever present season for me and a mate was 86/87 including night matches at West Ham and Southampton!

I have no idea how we did it as we were still at school. Must have delivered thousands of papers to fund that season and told a few porkies to get the afternoon off

Remember every home game buying the match tickets for the next away game and the Inter City Owl coach. London trips were £5. We were always delighted when we got Coach number 1 with the big boys. I think a guy called Steve Lindley was number 1 fan in those days, never missed a game

  Steve Lindley aka ' Big Steve', passed away during the night. A true Owl, Steve hardly missed a game in over 35 years, home and away. RIP mate.

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I was at both, but the enduring memory for me was Atkinson under pressure, and predicted to lose his job if we beat them.

And I thought it was hilarious we were singing Atkinson Out lol

The Atkinson out chants were at the game we won 2-0 (the chant wouldn't have been so ironic if we were losing).

It was live on TV on a Sunday and Carl Shutt scored one of the goals.

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Was at Man Utd when owls fans did the dambusters....nearly got f.ookin' killed...........

Can remember fighting that day Man utd fans saying we were making fun of the Munich air disaster ,To this day i know we were not and i would never disrespect ,The busby babes ,To this day i still think we would have won the world cup earlier.Duncan Edwards how great was he ?

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Me and my mate went to Cambridge away, they had a pelanty. Photographer with a long range lens took a snap from the other end as their player was about to take it, Bobby Bolder was in the net. Me and my mate made the SWFC programme week after. Photographer had got us both mouths wide open waiting for penno to be struck.

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Remember Ken Bates saying Chelsea was a family club and bricking it in their new high rise stand watching the owls. I got lost coming out of the ground going back to the car and getting asked by a load of Chelsea fans what the time was. I replied in my best cocker knee accent '' hop arst mate'' and carried on walking hoping my cover was safe.

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My first away game I went to on my own was away at Man Utd around 1987-1988 I think, went on the inter city owl bus, got battered 4.1, Chapman or Chamberlain scored for us near the end I think, we got held us after the game for ages then a police escort after loads of our fans were doing the "airplane song" and actions, which pissed the United fans off rightly enough.

Is that the one where Pearson broke his ankle? I remember us being police escorted back to the cricket ground with bottles coming in at all angles, when we reached all the chip shops, I picked one up to show a copper he just shrugged and said "put it down or your knicked!"

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I'll give you another Wino tale. The decoy.

 

Off we went to Newcastle all p!ssed up with some of us wearing German staff caps and stuff ransaked from the Army stores, the coach well overcrouded as usual. We get there late and Plod escort us to the coach park as we fall out of the coach you can tell the local Plod aren't best pleased with us.

On getting back to the coach park after the game you can see 3/400 Geordies down the Road waiting to greet the coaches as they pass. As we were the last coach in we were going to be the first out and you could see Inspector Plod having a word with his mates and decide to teach us a lesson. So off the coaches go 30 or 40 of em down the hill towards the horse punches. As we get to a fork in the road Plod directs us left towards Town, but only us,the rest they usher off to the  right once they see the geordies have taken the bait.

The Geordies on seeing the first coach going towards town and thinking they all were, steam off to say Hi.

So here we are stuck in a shopping precint surrounded by hundreds of baying geordies chucking whatever they can at us and trying to storm the coach. Well, being sacrificial lambs was not in our credo so some of the lads kick out the sky lights and get on the roof of the coach and start raining whatever we can supply  back down on the croud.

As we got down to only the seats left to throw and were getting a little desperate, Plod decide it was all getting a little out of hand and the lesson they wanted to teach us was not exactly going to their plan, so they charge in on un punched horses to clear the scene.

We leave giving it the Big Un and well chuffed with ourselves, looking forward to tne next trip.

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I'll give you another Wino tale. The decoy.

 

Off we went to Newcastle all p!ssed up with some of us wearing German staff caps and stuff ransaked from the Army stores, the coach well overcrouded as usual. We get there late and Plod escort us to the coach park as we fall out of the coach you can tell the local Plod aren't best pleased with us.

On getting back to the coach park after the game you can see 3/400 Geordies down the Road waiting to greet the coaches as they pass. As we were the last coach in we were going to be the first out and you could see Inspector Plod having a word with his mates and decide to teach us a lesson. So off the coaches go 30 or 40 of em down the hill towards the horse punches. As we get to a fork in the road Plod directs us left towards Town, but only us,the rest they usher off to the  right once they see the geordies have taken the bait.

The Geordies on seeing the first coach going towards town and thinking they all were, steam off to say Hi.

So here we are stuck in a shopping precint surrounded by hundreds of baying geordies chucking whatever they can at us and trying to storm the coach. Well, being sacrificial lambs was not in our credo so some of the lads kick out the sky lights and get on the roof of the coach and start raining whatever we can supply  back down on the croud.

As we got down to only the seats left to throw and were getting a little desperate, Plod decide it was all getting a little out of hand and the lesson they wanted to teach us was not exactly going to their plan, so they charge in on un punched horses to clear the scene.

We leave giving it the Big Un and well chuffed with ourselves, looking forward to tne next trip.

Was that the Game that G Shelton scored with a overhead kick to win it for us?  :columbo:

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