Me and my dad were in the home end and were easily identified as Barnsley fans, but found the locals to be friendly and had no trouble at all. Trouble at football seems to be a case of the local nutters will try to find the travelling nutters and will then have a ruck if they want to. If the local normal people meet up with the travelling normal people, they will usually have a bit of banter, shake hands and go home.
Man City 1983 We lost 3-2, I ended up with a parking fine and my mate had his sky blue Mk II Ford Escort kicked in when we stopped at traffic lights outside the ground. Deep joy !
That replay goal celebration Am I right in saying Stevie Cooper (RIP) was taking the piss out of Beagrie who performed a limp somersault when he scored? Coops' brilliant celebration, best of all time in the history of the universe, made Beagrie's look like he was doing it on wooden legs with crutches.
Numerous Birmingham away twice in the Millennium season (league and play off). Debatable which was worst. League because we lost and were parked behind the home end or play offs for having the window adjacent to my seat on the (seatbelt-less) coach broken by a brick and spending a hairy motorway journey home trying not to fall out. Roker Park in the early 90's - you know when Oakwell has those games where they let thousands of kids in for nowt? Well, Sunderland had one and, not expecting us to bring many, gave the away seating allocation to the kids. This left a corner of terrace with a capacity of about 600 for us lot. We took about a thousand. There were about of us 800 on the terrace I reckon, in truly the most terrifying crush I've witnessed, and police on the steps up from the concourse stopping about a couple of hundred more (who'd obviously paid and been allowed thru the turnstiles) from getting into view of the pitch. Chaos predictably ensued and eventually some folks (nowhere near enough) were removed to the side stand. We lost 2-1 but a late John Pearson (I think) equaliser was ruled out for offside. How no-one was seriously hurt in the melee between ball hitting net and realisation dawning, is beyond me. Cardiff Away a couple of years back - Sheepshaggers? I don't think so. Whatever animals they mate with down there are far more vicious than your average sheep. It was an uncivilised hell hole and, much as I love the city and much admired as our Bluebird visitor on here is, I'll take some convincing to ever go back for a game. Stockport away circa 2002 - leading 1-0 on the hour mark, losing 4-1 by the 75th minute. As we left early (for only the second time ever) the steady stream of departing fans had to walk across the front of a closed section of terrace behind the goal. We were shaking our heads and chuntering away, only to see Rory Fallon stood near the halfway line making ****** signs at us. I've never breeched the perimeter and invaded the field of play at a game but that's as close as I've ever come. The capitulation I'm used to but the disdain for the paying and travelling fans was almost too much.