Never really been scared, although, back when we drew 4-4 with Millwall, walking up the road after the game, some millwall fan on the other side stared swearing at me and doing the old hand gesture's at me, would make me laugh now, but i only just turned 14 at the time, just proves what wankers millwall are really, all mouth these days.
I was in Iraq watching the The Liverpool game in 2003 on BFBS. About five minutes after the game finished an insurgent fired a motar that landed about 20 feet from our compound. I spent the rest of the day looking for unexploded motars, rather than gloating at the scousers.
Dagenham & Redbridge at home was pretty nasty. Seemed like they managed to get all their full-on nutters in the East Stand. I remember walking out when the game was finished and there were 6 or 6 blokes lined up in front of 6 or 7 stewards in Row A. Looked like they were about to go at it. Was glad I wasn't a steward!
Never scared at a Charlton game but in the mid to late nineties I went to Cardiff v Swansea first time Swansea had been let in after a ban for ripping the seats out. I was in the swans end and to say they was baying for our blood was an understatement.
Chelsea H 1976 ? when they had fires going at both ends of the ground & demolished the turnstyles.
That game was fkn scary as was the Stamford br miller/leaburn game. All millwall games were mad also in the 70's and early 80's. Bristol c away with the bricks from the skips was no fun either. I got chased all over Wolverhampton in the famous 70's cup game also. Kids today, don't know their born.
Wolves in the 70s (Had my nose broken, I was 8) and Leeds at St.Andrews.
Never scared at a Charlton game but in the mid to late nineties I went to Cardiff v Swansea first time Swansea had been let in after a ban for ripping the seats out. I was in the swans end and to say they was baying for our blood was an understatement.
What never scared my arse the fear in your eyes when it's your turn up the jump is fooking obvious pal
All millwall games were mad also in the 70's and early 80's.
Not only the games. Things in those days were a bit more up close and personal and to be recognised in a pub on a friday or saturday night led to few stomach churning moments.
I have never been to a game to match the Leeds play off one- you could sense the agressive atmosphere - it was so thick you could touch it. When we won the game, I remember being told by a steward on leaving the ground after our clebrations, to 'run for your lives'. I duely obliged- all the way to the station which was a fair distance away.
I have never really liked Leeds since as they were simply nasty that day. Never seen anything like it - even when we have played Palace or Millwall.
I was in Iraq watching the The Liverpool game in 2003 on BFBS. About five minutes after the game finished an insurgent fired a motar that landed about 20 feet from our compound. I spent the rest of the day looking for unexploded motars, rather than gloating at the scousers.
I was in Iraq watching the The Liverpool game in 2003 on BFBS. About five minutes after the game finished an insurgent fired a motar that landed about 20 feet from our compound. I spent the rest of the day looking for unexploded motars, rather than gloating at the scousers.
And the winner is........great story!
Nah! Still not as bad at Elland Road play-off final or Millwall at home in the Kent Cup.
the leeds play-off final at st.andrews was particularly scary, more for outside the ground rather than being inside...
another episode for me as a young lad was the game at west ham when melrose scored that goal in nine seconds from KO (about '86 I think), there was west ham next to us in the away end, only separated by a (high)fence and one section of 'cleared' terracing. When one of the goals was scored (possibly our second goal) and during our mental celebrations a lad just in front of us received a thrown coin which caught him just above his eyebrow....strangely he was celebrating so much he didn't seem to care!!...but I was right on the end of our fans nearest to west ham and was half expecting for the rest of the game to get coin on my bonce too! Luckily, no further cash was received, just the usual gestures and obscenities you'd expect from the 'appy 'ammers but I was relieved when I could finally leave the ground to go home!
the leeds play-off final at st.andrews was particularly scary, more for outside the ground rather than being inside...
another episode for me as a young lad was the game at west ham when melrose scored that goal in nine seconds from KO (about '86 I think), there was west ham next to us in the away end, only separated by a (high)fence and one section of 'cleared' terracing. When one of the goals was scored (possibly our second goal) and during our mental celebrations a lad just in front of us received a thrown coin which caught him just above his eyebrow....strangely he was celebrating so much he didn't seem to care!!...but I was right on the end of our fans nearest to west ham and was half expecting for the rest of the game to get coin on my bonce too! Luckily, no further cash was received, just the usual gestures and obscenities you'd expect from the 'appy 'ammers but I was relieved when I could finally leave the ground to go home!
Faversham actually shit his pants at palace in 86!
I did actually Clive, I was laughing so much at the Palace lot in the Half Awake stand that I just couldn't hold it in. Vitriol Clive vitriol, please, don't get all nasty, I understand that it can't be much fun being you at the moment, so I forgive you.
Scared....Chelsea at Home when they decided to set light to anything red.....Most of their mob were initially on the south terrace, me and a few mates decided to leave the Covered End as all the mob around us singing "Charlton" were in fact Chelsea......there was a bit of a ruck on the East Terrace and we got split up.....I then watched as a huge crew decided to run around the East terrace to get to the Covered End....I stood trying very hard to look disinterested and then this bloke in a Levi jacket with the arms cut off stopped and said "He's Charlton" as he pulled a bayonet out of his DM's....I ran for my life up to the big gates where the Bartram entrance is nowadays and managed to clamber over it and out of the ground, ripping my leather jacket in the process......I decided the best thing was to give it a miss. One of my mates got done pretty badly at Woolwich outside of the Covered Market on his way home.
Dodgey moments from that era included Cardiff, Sheffield Weds, Sunderland, West Ham in the league cup, Southampton and of course Pompey (hats off to them they always travelled in huge numbers)....I was detained in the old Medicine hut with one other Charlton fan and about 25 Pompey which was interesting when they came to chuck us out of the ground at 3.30, but nothing really compares to the Chelsea game.
I attended a Sunderland Chelsea game with a Sunderland Colelague where Chelsea were beyond nasty - even more intimidating than Leeds were and they decided to launch an assort on the Sunderland fans and it was like a war. Was very releived to get out of that in one piece and expected not to at the time.
You are so kind faversham,do you still suffer from IBS when you get stressed? Improve your diet,get more exercise and things will be hunky dory.
Think nothing of it Clive, only too happy to educate you. My business use to give me stress but since moving to our house in France the stress has ceased, I now have time to engage in my other passion, mountain biking, as well as taking regular dips in our pool, so no, life is very very rosy. Here's a thing Clive, I'm not sure if you have anywhere to keep a bike in your block of flats but if you do, get yourself a decent MB, something like a Lappiere or Trek Fuel and get out and try and lose some of that bulk, the added bonus is you may even get yourself a girlfriend, you know, not some old Doris in her 60's but someone nearer your own age, you will instantly feel so much better about yourself, you may even see life as something to be enjoyed which in turn might make you feel less downtrodden and resentful.
Morning Everyone, new poster here. I have been reading CL for years but never signed up to post. The excitement for tonight and the fact I have spent the last couple of days at work just hitting 'refresh' on here made me realise it was finally time to join.
This wasn't at all scary but does anyone remember when we beat Palace 1-0 with Todorov scoring, the sorry, lonely Nigel who managed to get in the no-mans-land between the segregation shouting 'COME ON THEN' at us before realising he had no mates and getting absolutely mauled?
You are so kind faversham,do you still suffer from IBS when you get stressed? Improve your diet,get more exercise and things will be hunky dory.
Think nothing of it Clive, only too happy to educate you. My business use to give me stress but since moving to our house in France the stress has ceased, I now have time to engage in my other passion, mountain biking, as well as taking regular dips in our pool, so no, life is very very rosy. Here's a thing Clive, I'm not sure if you have anywhere to keep a bike in your block of flats but if you do, get yourself a decent MB, something like a Lappiere or Trek Fuel and get out and try and lose some of that bulk, the added bonus is you may even get yourself a girlfriend, you know, not some old Doris in her 60's but someone nearer your own age, you will instantly feel so much better about yourself, you may even see life as something to be enjoyed which in turn might make you feel less downtrodden and resentful.
Yeah I bet when you were younger, collecting rent from older men was pretty stressful(not to mention the stress on your backdoor).good to see you've given up running and taken up cycling instead.you go for it mate,we are all really proud of you mate!
You are so kind faversham,do you still suffer from IBS when you get stressed? Improve your diet,get more exercise and things will be hunky dory.
Think nothing of it Clive, only too happy to educate you. My business use to give me stress but since moving to our house in France the stress has ceased, I now have time to engage in my other passion, mountain biking, as well as taking regular dips in our pool, so no, life is very very rosy. Here's a thing Clive, I'm not sure if you have anywhere to keep a bike in your block of flats but if you do, get yourself a decent MB, something like a Lappiere or Trek Fuel and get out and try and lose some of that bulk, the added bonus is you may even get yourself a girlfriend, you know, not some old Doris in her 60's but someone nearer your own age, you will instantly feel so much better about yourself, you may even see life as something to be enjoyed which in turn might make you feel less downtrodden and resentful.
You are so kind faversham,do you still suffer from IBS when you get stressed? Improve your diet,get more exercise and things will be hunky dory.
Think nothing of it Clive, only too happy to educate you. My business use to give me stress but since moving to our house in France the stress has ceased, I now have time to engage in my other passion, mountain biking, as well as taking regular dips in our pool, so no, life is very very rosy. Here's a thing Clive, I'm not sure if you have anywhere to keep a bike in your block of flats but if you do, get yourself a decent MB, something like a Lappiere or Trek Fuel and get out and try and lose some of that bulk, the added bonus is you may even get yourself a girlfriend, you know, not some old Doris in her 60's but someone nearer your own age, you will instantly feel so much better about yourself, you may even see life as something to be enjoyed which in turn might make you feel less downtrodden and resentful.
Yeah I bet when you were younger, collecting rent from older men was pretty stressful(not to mention the stress on your backdoor).good to see you've given up running and taken up cycling instead.you go for it mate,we are all really proud of you mate!
You are so kind faversham,do you still suffer from IBS when you get stressed? Improve your diet,get more exercise and things will be hunky dory.
Think nothing of it Clive, only too happy to educate you. My business use to give me stress but since moving to our house in France the stress has ceased, I now have time to engage in my other passion, mountain biking, as well as taking regular dips in our pool, so no, life is very very rosy. Here's a thing Clive, I'm not sure if you have anywhere to keep a bike in your block of flats but if you do, get yourself a decent MB, something like a Lappiere or Trek Fuel and get out and try and lose some of that bulk, the added bonus is you may even get yourself a girlfriend, you know, not some old Doris in her 60's but someone nearer your own age, you will instantly feel so much better about yourself, you may even see life as something to be enjoyed which in turn might make you feel less downtrodden and resentful.
Yeah I bet when you were younger, collecting rent from older men was pretty stressful(not to mention the stress on your backdoor).good to see you've given up running and taken up cycling instead.you go for it mate,we are all really proud of you mate!
Clive, is that the best you can come up with, you"ve become a bit tedious and quite frankly a bit childish, you really need to stop watching all those gay porn channels, you've become anallyfixated. Why don't you spread your Eagle wings a bit and join a Palarse forum, I know you won't get as stimulating and educational conversations on there but at least you will be with likeminded people.
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I spent the rest of the day looking for unexploded motars, rather than gloating at the scousers.
Wolves in the 70s (Had my nose broken, I was 8) and Leeds at St.Andrews.
What never scared my arse the fear in your eyes when it's your turn up the jump is fooking obvious pal
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Not only the games. Things in those days were a bit more up close and personal and to be recognised in a pub on a friday or saturday night led to few stomach churning moments.
I have never really liked Leeds since as they were simply nasty that day. Never seen anything like it - even when we have played Palace or Millwall.
another episode for me as a young lad was the game at west ham when melrose scored that goal in nine seconds from KO (about '86 I think), there was west ham next to us in the away end, only separated by a (high)fence and one section of 'cleared' terracing. When one of the goals was scored (possibly our second goal) and during our mental celebrations a lad just in front of us received a thrown coin which caught him just above his eyebrow....strangely he was celebrating so much he didn't seem to care!!...but I was right on the end of our fans nearest to west ham and was half expecting for the rest of the game to get coin on my bonce too! Luckily, no further cash was received, just the usual gestures and obscenities you'd expect from the 'appy 'ammers but I was relieved when I could finally leave the ground to go home!
The fear mainly now comes from the fear of what will happen if I'm caught up in something (bans/prison etc) than actually getting a kicking.
Dodgey moments from that era included Cardiff, Sheffield Weds, Sunderland, West Ham in the league cup, Southampton and of course Pompey (hats off to them they always travelled in huge numbers)....I was detained in the old Medicine hut with one other Charlton fan and about 25 Pompey which was interesting when they came to chuck us out of the ground at 3.30, but nothing really compares to the Chelsea game.
This wasn't at all scary but does anyone remember when we beat Palace 1-0 with Todorov scoring, the sorry, lonely Nigel who managed to get in the no-mans-land between the segregation shouting 'COME ON THEN' at us before realising he had no mates and getting absolutely mauled?
Watch out for the red and blue smoke *shudders*