Things Or People You Never Realised Until .....

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Two times in my life when I have been genuinely frightened coming out of a football ground were both at White Hart Lane .

First time I went was in 1981 when we played Enfield at Spurs ground and in 1998 when were in the PL and drew them in the 4th round of the FA cup when I was much older .

The walk back to the coaches in 1981 was like nowt I'd ever seen before , hundreds of em surrounding us .

The walk back to Seven Sisters tube after the 98 game was bloody scary , they were clearly looking for us , something must have kicked off before the game because they were on a reight mission .

It didn't bloody end there either , we thought we'd cracked it when we got on the tube , until it stopped at the next station Finsbury Park and there were about 200 of their mob stood on the platform all looking through the windows .

Close them fecking doors mi thinks .

Just based on my own experience because I've not had any drama at Millwall at their ground at all .

Wembley weren't too pleasant but I can't say I was actually nerved too much by them .

More marth than owt and it's not like we were absolute angels ourselves that day which I think made em realise they'd picked on the wrong club to be trying to bully .

Yiddos are a nasty bunch, a cant stand the gobby 2hats either. Some of them even turned up at QPR in 1997 fot FA cup game (Sinclair's overhead kick) at loftus rd looking forra rumble after match. The worra few fracas and our kid got locked up unfortunately. He dint know they were Spurs till after they got released and got talking to one of em! Am surprised it dunt gu off a lot mooar darn London with all them clubs in relatively close proximity.

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A dunt mind it (dogs)missen mate. Steady neet art when av bin, enjoyable. When a wo younger our regular haunt wo Owlerton dogs then on to napoleon's casino forra proper flutter, then ooam skint 9 times arta 10

I do prefer going to the races though. A dint go till a were in mi mid 30s and absolutely loved it. Donny races on a hot Friday evening in middle o summer is summat I always look forrard to. Smart casual dress, relaxed, am not into gerrin suited and booted and all that galse middle class shyte.

I got a real tingle down my spine as I first entered through the turnstiles and saw all the activity and hustle n bustle in and around the place. A bit of an eye opener to be honest. It's like an awayday wi art inconvenience o guin tut match Tha can eva a craic all day and ev a smoke when tha wants!

Av always liked a flutter as tha probably gathers but nivver bothered betting on nags as a youth. A still dunt really bet on em nar but going to the races I just love the spectacle, being up close to the action as well as a punt.

The one I enjoyed most was a stag doo at Nottingham races when a wo best man fo mi mate. We decided just 4 of us (who gu back years) would go because he dint want his work mates and acquaintances muscling in and being a liability, fair enough wi me nar we're all middle aged a thought to missen. Cracking day art, darn on train, few beers around the pubs near the station then a five minute taxi ride onto the racecourse. An intimate little venue weer tha weren't pushing and shoving all day forra beer or bet or seeing folk embarrassing the sens cos thev ed a sniff ot barmans apron. Back into Nottingham forra few mooar ales then ooam. My kind of day art.

There's a lad I work with who just loves hoss racing , goes to a meeting every saturday somewhere .

He takes a flask a coffee and some sarnies because he's just interested in the racing nowt else .

Tell thi practically everything abart the sport , reads Sporting Life everyday the full works .

Likes a bet but nowt massive mind .

When its works trip to York the all on him for tips , teks some reight hammer off lads when the dunt come in .

Proper funny cos the dunt half lay in to him .