millwall fans......(to keep the hoolie thread clear)
Posted: Wed Aug 26, 2009 7:13 pmi once had an "interesting" morning with about 50 of millwalls travelling troup.
at the dolly blue tavern of all places !
i was setting up a b/day party for my daughter in the smaller bar (rhs as you enter) . it was a sat morn and city were away at blyth sp. i'd been about an hour sticking ballooons and banners up, and tbh, was gettin a tad thirsty. it was about 12 ish, and the party guests were not due till 1.30 so i'd finished in bags of time for a few cheeky ones...
as i tidied up i could hear the rumble of "folk" coming through from the other bar. as i entered i was stunned to see the place heaving! must of been about 50 folk in there. 12.15 on a sat with no match on....i was very puzzled. i looked at HUGHIE the steward at the time, ordered a pint and an explanation."who are this lot?" i queeried.
through pursed lips in an almost in audible voice he muttered.."millwall fans,..playing preston...cops would not let them off....too early...sent them up to lancaster...someone at the station said they would get a pint here!"
honestly i swear his lips did not move..lol. a candidate for britains got talent if ever there was one!
all of a sudden, a certain chill went down my spine too, as i imagined 50 little cherubs along with mummy and daddy turning up to the party to be confronted by this lot!! the daughter would never be allowed to mix with their kids again!!
i noticed no "colours" were worn, and there were a few females in the crew, also...the ONLY markings i saw on any of them was a small st george badge on the shirts/jackets. shit! i thought....these are the "boys"!!
as i skulked at the bar with hughie...this bloke came over to me.( i was wearing a st helens rl top)..."who's that? he said as he pointed to the shirt. "oh, st helens rugby league" i replied, "it's like your london bronco's". "oh, your alright then" he replied,.then wandered off.
CHRIST! i'm glad i was not wearing my rovers shirt !!!
i was just beginning to panic cos it was now 1.15 , when, they all stood up and made their way to the door.
now this next bit was sort of wierd .but brilliant in a strange way...the leader thanked hughie for the hospitality, then ,raised an arm and shaped his hand into a "claw-like" shape. he made two "scratching/gouging" motions from above his head down to his mid-riff. this was then copied by ALL the others in the gang, accompanied by a "grrrrrrr" "grrrrr" chant.(for want of a better description).then, off they went , back to catch a train down for the match.
only 5 minutes later the first parents and kids arrived, one dad who i knew actually said "theres a stag party or something up the road...loads of 'em with bottles of beer in their hands". i told him the truth a liitle later when i'd calmed down a bit lol!
so there you are...my little tale of a chance meeting with millwall BUT, what i do find worrying..................
WTF are the cops thinking about??? keep 'em on the train...let lancaster look after them for a few hours!!
on this occasion it possibly worked...but, there is alwasys a "what if" in cases like this.
at the dolly blue tavern of all places !
i was setting up a b/day party for my daughter in the smaller bar (rhs as you enter) . it was a sat morn and city were away at blyth sp. i'd been about an hour sticking ballooons and banners up, and tbh, was gettin a tad thirsty. it was about 12 ish, and the party guests were not due till 1.30 so i'd finished in bags of time for a few cheeky ones...
as i tidied up i could hear the rumble of "folk" coming through from the other bar. as i entered i was stunned to see the place heaving! must of been about 50 folk in there. 12.15 on a sat with no match on....i was very puzzled. i looked at HUGHIE the steward at the time, ordered a pint and an explanation."who are this lot?" i queeried.
through pursed lips in an almost in audible voice he muttered.."millwall fans,..playing preston...cops would not let them off....too early...sent them up to lancaster...someone at the station said they would get a pint here!"
honestly i swear his lips did not move..lol. a candidate for britains got talent if ever there was one!
all of a sudden, a certain chill went down my spine too, as i imagined 50 little cherubs along with mummy and daddy turning up to the party to be confronted by this lot!! the daughter would never be allowed to mix with their kids again!!
i noticed no "colours" were worn, and there were a few females in the crew, also...the ONLY markings i saw on any of them was a small st george badge on the shirts/jackets. shit! i thought....these are the "boys"!!
as i skulked at the bar with hughie...this bloke came over to me.( i was wearing a st helens rl top)..."who's that? he said as he pointed to the shirt. "oh, st helens rugby league" i replied, "it's like your london bronco's". "oh, your alright then" he replied,.then wandered off.
CHRIST! i'm glad i was not wearing my rovers shirt !!!
i was just beginning to panic cos it was now 1.15 , when, they all stood up and made their way to the door.
now this next bit was sort of wierd .but brilliant in a strange way...the leader thanked hughie for the hospitality, then ,raised an arm and shaped his hand into a "claw-like" shape. he made two "scratching/gouging" motions from above his head down to his mid-riff. this was then copied by ALL the others in the gang, accompanied by a "grrrrrrr" "grrrrr" chant.(for want of a better description).then, off they went , back to catch a train down for the match.
only 5 minutes later the first parents and kids arrived, one dad who i knew actually said "theres a stag party or something up the road...loads of 'em with bottles of beer in their hands". i told him the truth a liitle later when i'd calmed down a bit lol!
so there you are...my little tale of a chance meeting with millwall BUT, what i do find worrying..................
WTF are the cops thinking about??? keep 'em on the train...let lancaster look after them for a few hours!!
on this occasion it possibly worked...but, there is alwasys a "what if" in cases like this.
