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 THE RED ARMY and MEN IN BLACK, both done by Tony O'niel
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Posted: May 15 2009, 06:01 PM


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good read both of them, will show most of u lads what a real firm is!
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Posted: May 21 2009, 07:53 PM


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Man Utd had the support and numbers to swamp towns
A real firm uses its strengths keeps it tight and pulls off results against the odds The Muckers have done this many times. Show a bit of respect when your on someone elses site.
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Posted: May 23 2009, 03:14 PM


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QUOTE (jambo//mucker @ May 21 2009, 07:53 PM)
Man Utd had the support and numbers to swamp towns
A real firm uses its strengths keeps it tight and pulls off results against the odds The Muckers have done this many times. Show a bit of respect when your on someone elses site.

dont get me rong mate, i do respect ya's.
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Posted: May 23 2009, 03:16 PM


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Leeds United one of the most hated clubs of all time and fans to match. A trip to Elland road was always a daunting task in the 70's where many a football fan was terrorized and not a very nice place to go. Add Manchester United to the mix and you have total fucking mayhem and maybe one of the most volatile fixtures in English football, you can also add the Lancashire v Yorkshire aspect too making it a match of total hatred. Leeds use to even terrorize the Red Army who always went yet took some beatings, but like most never really came over to Manchester until the late 70's. Just as they started showing they were relegated and never to play us until 1990 when they gained promotion and back where they belonged. The Service Crew had forged a fearsome reputation in the second division and were involved in the legendary riot at St Andrews in 1985 and I use to pray to get them in the cup every year. So up they came and when the fixtures came out it was our first away game of the season and on a Tuesday night which promised to be eventful. August came and we had a piss poor allocation of 1300 tickets which would prove hard to come by. A friend of mine Simon Fletcher who is no hooligan or into FV wanted to come and I use to get tickets from a joiner who worked at OT at the time. We decided to go by car as Wing was a lorry driver and knew a back way into Leeds and where a few pubs were which were ideal to plot up in and plan the evening ahead. We all met on hearts head moor service station around 3pm and set off in convoy with around 40 cars of lads and it was fucking funny as fuck with cars stopping on roundabouts hazards on guiding our lengthy convoy to the correct exits, it was fucking class and we were like a mini army in motors. We got to a pub called the Malt Shovel if my memory serves me right and had a few drinks to settle the nerves as the last time were there it was war from morning to night and some of the older heads had vivid memories of this.

So here we are in Leeds about 2 mile from the ground and 150 handed and what a 150 it was, all our main faces and virtually a full Manchester mob with a few surprises which included a Minder of the late Mikey Williams (tout) called Wesley Brown and at 6ft 4” built like a brick house and spoke identical to Frank Bruno and just as dark. I asked him why we was here in jeans and baseball jacket as I had only ever seen him in a suit and trench coat and his reply was sweet but assuring “You know the score J, I hate these cunts and here to crack some skulls” I didn't doubt him for a second. We set off and walked to the ground around 6pm and made good ground and encountered no Leeds at all on this warm and sunny evening which was Ideal. We passed the Wheatsheaf pub and there were no Leeds about except scarfers who have never been any interest to us ever and we made good ground and soon at the ground. We got there and did a lap of the ground and there were no Leeds to be seen so we just drifted around outside the Peacock pub and generally did what we liked. Around 7pm Leeds turned up and the hostilities began with Leeds being Leeds started trying it on right in front of the OB. This gobby cunt came up to bouncing about and started saying “yer fucking shithouses, why didn't you come on the train” and generally being a thick Yorkshire cunt with no sense. I was with the group he approached and one of ours called Tet who is funny as fuck and said is usual opening line “hey cabbage stop trying to get us nicked and come here” he comes over and his next line was class “ your not in the second division now and we will meet you after the game”
He explained we were in cars and would meet them after the game at the big boozer on the roundabout but also to word up the Leeds mob to stop being dicks and kicking off 6 feet from the OB who were fucking clueless and thats being generous. He skipped off like a happy little chappy and I watched him move between various groups of Leeds who were all around spreading the word.

We stayed outside and I was with Wing and M from Lincoln chatting when three real big cunts appeared and stared giving it the biggun and asking us to go for a walk. M had his arms folded and there one of the three who was a proper grizzly and the mouthpiece of the trio who were right in our faces but the OB were in close vicinity. Mark must have had enough and as quick as a flash from his folded arm posture he jabbed the big cunt bang on the chin and he dropped like a sack of spuds. His two mates faces dropped at the sight of gobby not only being decked but out cold on the deck and lying disturbingly motionless. We just got off and mingled in with the united fans who were all around the turnstiles on the corner. I jibbed about a bit and forgot all about gobby and then my attention was grabbed by an ambulance on the corner we had left a good five minutes earlier. I wandered over for a nosey and when I turned the corner there was gobby propped up against the wall was gobby and still out of it, the ambulance man was putting some sort of salts under his nose to try and bring him around. I thought “fucking hell he is fucked the big bullying cunt” and left to go into the ground a happy man. The game was a non entity as the real excitement would be after the game and a real test for us.

Full time we gathered and headed with the crowd towards where the coaches were parked just through the subway and we just waltzed past the coaches and were left by the OB who were clueless to our plans or intentions. We turned left at the top of the junction and headed towards the wheatsheaf which was a good half mile down this dark and copperless road. It was dark and warm and we were now out on our own and had to pass the boozer to get to our cars so there was no way we could fail as we headed into the unknown. As we moved up the road orders were barked out and we all moved to the left hand side of the road and got into a tight mob and jackets were zipped up as we prepared for the onslaught. “Walk into them” was being repeated “keep tight” and let them come into us. 300 yards from the pub we emerged out of the shadows and Leeds could now see us and the pub started to empty rapidly and the roundabout started filling with Leeds and then the nerves set in and my stomach was doing summer salts at the impending battle. “walk” was repeatedly shouted and Mark from Lincoln gave a chilling warning to everyone there and said”if anyone runs I will knock you out” which was probably a worse fate than being captured by Leeds.

Leeds came pouring down the road and there was a good 300+ and we knew they would be armed with the contents of the pub which gave them an advantage or so they thought. This was it two firms no OB and we knew there was no way back and carried on walking in our tight but confident firm which was now at fever pitch. Leeds now 100 yards away were running full tilt into us and it was then I noticed a gap appearing between their front runners and the back markers who were starting to slow and throwing pots and bottles which were falling well short of us and this was a huge mistake. It was like slow motion as the gap between us and the lessened but got bigger between the 30 or 40 frontrunner's of Leeds who were oblivious that there back up was not with them and they were effectively on their own. We kept walking and then as Leeds piled into us and the fist contact was made the “ROAR” went up “COME OOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNN” and we destroyed this game front line of Leeds but never took any liberties. A few were captured and given a kicking and we turned them and the whole mob of Leeds turned in blind panic....It was fucking glorious, we didn't get giddy and stretch ourselves but manage to split the Leeds mob into two factions. The kid who we spoke to before the game to arrange this took a few digs but fair play he was a game little fucker.

We tightened up into our mob and cut through a car showroom car lot and a mob of Leeds had gathered on a petrol station forecourt so we then headed into them and they stood and had it for a minute or so but they were up against our cream and were soon a beaten mob and scattered to the four winds. Now the kid who arranged the row was caught again and took a few digs but I was one who stopped any liberty being taken and made sure he took no serious injuries. He thanked us and then clapped his hands and his words will never leave me, he said “Man U, top firm, no one has ever done this here and clapped” We turned and headed for our cars as Leeds made no attempt to come back and this is when a couple of mounted OB came after the trouble had all finished. I was so fucking happy it was untrue and we were all buzzing as we were fucking excellent that night and shown that No's were not always the order of the day. We would use this route a few more times in the seasons to come but would not always have it our own way.



NB Any name mentioned here are not hooligans or no longer active and been named in our books already.

give that read, got it of a united site.
thats a good example of United modern day.

everyone was the same in the 80's, relying on numbers as you say.
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