…heard it on the grapevine.

Couple of snippets from the Boro game at the weekend.

The fist 

During the police escort away from the game on Saturday, Cleveland Police decided in thier own crazy minds to lead Geordies away from The Riverside stadium in a timely, slow and rather unessecary manner.  Being moved along by truncheons keeping people in check, they frequently stopped outside one or two pubs, whilst their cuntish colleagues caught up. 

Outside a certain pub, jam packed with local yokels, a few boro fans decided it would be a good idea to goad our travelling crowd through the window.  Making faces, shouting and abusing our lot, a big fucker from our crowd proceeded to put his fist straight though the window and straight into one of the pedo’s boat, glass and all.

Coins

Sat in the home end, half time came.  Half time piss and staying quiet.  Boro fan pissing bragging about throwing sharpened coins at the geordie scum discreetly and underhanded.  Boro fan, sprawled on the floor, still pissing, out cold.  Geordie bloke standing over him, fist clenched.  Sly smirk.  Job done.

*please note, hooliganism is not condoned, but I thought I’d re-tell some of the tales that have made it my way - be it true or not, they are still fucking funny.*