Had too many run ins with them, London Bridge, I ran half way down the tracks after them then realised all the other Wall had got bored of chasing them..
The play off away game our mini bus was smashed to shit as the fkin driver took us past the home end 10 mins before kick off... Still recall Scottish Eddie hanging out the back door swinging around a wheel brace and seeing one of their lot get knocked sparko by it.. but we did have to drive back to London afterwards with no fkin windows.
The play off home game... got questioned at Bellingham nick but had nothing on me... a few of my lot served some years for it though.
Euston around 96?? can't remember who we were playing (possibly Wigan, but could be any of those god awful towns around Manchester?) but got back in to Euston and there were loads of em waiting for us, some toe to toe out the front of the station until plod arrived en masse. Only when I got home I noticed a hole in my SI jacket and blood... only superficial luckily, but one of the **** obviously tried to stab me.
So in short...fck em..