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Just recently ive been caught up in all the memories as watching old games on tapes and it got me thinking back to the good old days when football was an enjoyable sport to go to as a lad and have a laugh. I know some others here have been going to arsenal a while so i made this thread for everyone to share their experiences of going to watch arsenal.
The whole old days of meeting mates, getting into a packed out boozer, having a laugh, walking to the ground singing, get into the terrace, cram up nice and tight and begin the atmosphere were great.
The away days were amazing, travelling the country on service trains, meeting people, staying in all towns, the new pubs, birds and booze.
One of the many stories i have was from a long time ago, i was actually amazed to find someone had written about it in The End book. But i remember a group of lads had a score to settle with the away fans, they tryed their hardest to get in the clock end away section before the game, but after being turned away they came up with an ingenious plan....
This group of gooners got into the NB and started singing opposition songs, and pretending to be away fans. So the old bill thinkin they had spotted some invaders quickly ran into the north bank and grabbed this group of "away fans" and dragged them out the stand, down the side of the pitch and into the clockend away section. As the police were walking away proud of their achievement they were shocked to see these "away fans" laying into other away fans, it was then that the police realised that they had just escorted 20 odd gooners around the pitch and thrown them straight into the away end always said the police were idiots.
Im off to the pub to celebrate a mates return from overseas this afternoon, so i might come back jolly enough to share some more stories.
regards
EIE
The whole old days of meeting mates, getting into a packed out boozer, having a laugh, walking to the ground singing, get into the terrace, cram up nice and tight and begin the atmosphere were great.
The away days were amazing, travelling the country on service trains, meeting people, staying in all towns, the new pubs, birds and booze.
One of the many stories i have was from a long time ago, i was actually amazed to find someone had written about it in The End book. But i remember a group of lads had a score to settle with the away fans, they tryed their hardest to get in the clock end away section before the game, but after being turned away they came up with an ingenious plan....
This group of gooners got into the NB and started singing opposition songs, and pretending to be away fans. So the old bill thinkin they had spotted some invaders quickly ran into the north bank and grabbed this group of "away fans" and dragged them out the stand, down the side of the pitch and into the clockend away section. As the police were walking away proud of their achievement they were shocked to see these "away fans" laying into other away fans, it was then that the police realised that they had just escorted 20 odd gooners around the pitch and thrown them straight into the away end always said the police were idiots.
Im off to the pub to celebrate a mates return from overseas this afternoon, so i might come back jolly enough to share some more stories.
regards
EIE