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I could never do that..... wouldn't waste piss on them.. But back in the day, before they got all up their own arse, you could actually have a good laugh with kopites...the latest spawn of knuckle dragging monosyllabic rejects from frog shit have no redeeming features at all.....apart from being easily offended, even easier to wind up and a total lack of anything close to intelligence.
First time on the Kop was to watch a United team loaded with Best, Charlton, Law, Styles etc batter the home team senseless and some fucker pissed on me new bobby washables. Found a new use for LFC programmes after that.Goodison was much more civil. Never got pissed on in the boys pen - just held-up for a threepenny bit and had to bunk the bus home.
Seats don't do it for me either, anyone remember the guy in the white coat and the bowler/top hat that led thesinging in the Gwlad? Loved that time probably because of being young, but enjoyed Latchfords 30 just as muchas the 80s titles, even more for some reason can't really explain why. '77 semi robbery still haunts my bones..
That's because on derby days it was full of men.... or under 14's with full muzzies or sidies. I think his name was 'Ziggy'.. if I remember right he looked like Noddy Older. My ambition was to get on that post... for near but never did.Does anyone remember Black Beard and 'Handlebars'?
Right on brother. Might have been Noddy who held me up. That Ziggy was a ringer for him. Voice like him as well. Wasn't that Walrus with the handlebars? Black Beard was Bob Carolgees dad wasn't he? Spit!
The bizzies had various names... if you know what I nmean. Black Beard was a nasty bast ard and took no shit or prisoners. The atmosphere was white hot for certain games. I remember when Latchford got his 30th against Chelsea... madness in the Park And.
Was on the Kop with a mate, Ron Yeats Testimonial vs Celtic it was. I saw a bird getting shagged, the rolled up paper in action and the blood bath that ensued with the pissed up jocks attacking all and sundry with bricks, sticks and anything else they could get their hands on, even coppers were covered in blood.
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