Millwall \ West Ham crowd trouble

[surrey1saint]

Found this eye witness report on another forum,from a Millwall Fan...its an eye opener....

 

"Got on the district line at Monument just before 7pm. Our tube was stopped in a tunnel somewhere near Bow Road and we were told we were being held because it was kicking off at Upton Park. Was kept there for around 20 mins and it was f**king hot!!! Was then told no trains were stopping at Upton Park so the decision was made to get off at Plaistow. We then knew it was going to back against the wall times as we had to walk the gauntlet after kick off.

Walked out of Plaistow with around 50 Wall and a few west ham and made our way towards the ground. Seemed to be all going ok until we reached a few riot ob who had no idea of who we were. Suddenly west ham appeared and we were pushed back by police. We were then told to go round the corner and down another road, where we saw 3 Wall who looked battered and bruised and covered in claret.

As we moved down this road, hundreds of west ham appeared with bricks, bottles etc. Our 50 consisted of several women and normal fans and a maximum of 30 lads. We knew we were in trouble but i couldnt believe it when the 2 ob on horseback turned around and seemed to flee from the approaching west ham. At this point, one of the riot ob told me to 'run', i replied 'run where' to which he shouted 'ANYWHERE'. I told him i had no f**king idea where we were. Luckily at this point a few more riot ob seemed to turn up and get us into some sort of escort. We were then taken the west ham way into the trev brooking stand with no ticket checks etc and got into the ground with 42mins gone in the 1st half!

[Essruu]

Sounds like more fun than Pilchards had queuing up for a ticket the whole of the first half vs Northampton.

[scotty]

Trouble is that the rivalry between Milwall and West Ham was glorified on the big screen with Green Street and now the idiots supporting either club thinks it's the thing to do and kick **** out of each other

 

twas ever thus, I think you'll find.

[eelpie]

http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/uk/8221776.stm

 

It would seem the violence was instigated by West Ham supporters.

Doesn't look and sound like minor incidents to me.

[Legod Third Coming]

Now that the Poles are doing the bins, can't we just ask the Luftwaffe to finish the job on the East End?

[dune]

Two stabbings and one person hit over the head with a brick - people who can do this over a game of football need sectioning.

[surrey1saint]

On a lighter note found this on another forum:

 

to lighten the mood.....

 

 

 

Work. Same old, same old. A warrior like me should not be caged. And definitely not as a Waste Management Support Co-ordinator in Lewisham Council. Phone rings. Pick it up.

 

"Ooo are ya? Ooo are ya? Ooo are ya?" I shout.

 

"Barry," says the voice. "It's Mr Stevens. Now what did we say about answering the phone in accordance with the guidelines laid down by HR in consultation with designated union representatives?"

 

"Sorry, Mr Stevens," I say.

 

"That's better Barry. Now can you please arrange for a member of the cleaning personnel team to go down to the lobby and change the waste paper basket on front desk?"

 

"hammers! hammers! hammers!" I shout.

 

"No Barry. Waste paper management now. West ham later," says Stevens. "Honestly Barry. A man of 48 really ought to be able to control himself."

 

"Yes Mr Stevens," I say. He's bricking it now, the mug. I hang up and email the cleaning personnel team, and then practice aggressive walking in my cubicle until lunch.

 

Lunchtime. Free. Outside. The bubbles blow. Trouble though. There's a gang of muppets on the corner. milwall? They're only young 'uns, but they're probably tooled up, the scum. Two of them. I'm outnumbered. But these colours don't run.

 

"Come on then! Come on then!" I shout, flapping my arms up and down in a well aggressive way while walking away from them backwards.

 

The bigger one drops his ice cream. He starts to cry. Soon the other one is crying too.

 

"You slaaaaaaaaags," I shout. "Ooo are ya? Gertcha! Queen Mum! Ave a banana. Oi oi saveloy."

 

But hold up. It was a trap. There's another one. The top dog. Waiting in Boots. Clever.

 

"What the hell are you shouting at my kids for?" she says. "What is wrong with you? Scaring a five year-old in the street like that."

 

"I'm on your manor and I'm taking the ****," I say.

 

She's coming at me now. Hard. This is more than just a bit of handbags. She's tooled up: with an actual handbag. This is Luton 1985. This is Highbury 1988. This is Toys R Us 1995 when that Palace Young Team pushed me off the bouncy castle.

 

"Come on then! Do you want some?" I say, running in the other direction.

 

Course, I'm more built for raw power than speed, and after a few yards I'm wheezing, doubled up outside Dixons, lungs on fire.

 

They catch up to me, the three of them. The top dog's got that handbag. The small one looks mental, a proper psycho, covered in strawberry ice-cream like it's warpaint. The littlest one's got a Dora The Explorer lunchbox. The clever, clever slags.

 

"Why is that fat old man dressed like a young person, mummy?" says ice cream.

 

Is this how it ends? On the cold pavement outside Dixons? I'm going out with my head held high. They'll talk about me in the Dog And Fascist for years to come. I'm a legend. I'm a bloody ‘Ammers legend. I wait for the blows.

 

I feel a hot, wet sensation spreading over me. The blood, the glory, the end. I'm going to the great boylen ground in the sky a hero, a fighter, a geezer who never took a backward step. I hear a voice - is it God? Asking me to join His Firm, be a top boy?

 

"Mummy mummy, that silly fat man has done a wee in his trousers."

 

And then it all goes black.

 

BrabusMog

 

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