1985

I will always remember that night. As I mentioned before, the pressure of the crowd pushed you forward until I found myself on the first crash barrier, the only option was to put your hands on the barrier and push with all your might to push the people behind you back so you could duck under. Well, I did push them back, but before I ducked under there was a young girl stuck on the barrier beside me and couldn't move. I grabbed her and managed to push her under the barrier before I ducked under.
I believe to this day that she would have died in the crush if I hadn't.
 
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Meeting up in the griffin ( top of villiers street next to charring cross station ) barman started to get stroppy refusing to serve people, he got put in his place ..then eventually leaving there and tube to Euston and up onto the concourse where Arsenal shit themselves waiting to go Villa ( loads of their chaps too) few wall knew some of em and they were given a pardon , then up Euston Road to St Pancras and through the arch into the station ( you could smell the booze before you entered ) and about a 20 aside kicking a party 7 tin around the concourse 🤣 then the rest was history, absolute bedlam before the game, little clicks of Luton saying the pub up here and round the corner is open and serving Millwall trying to entice people to follow and into an ambush , they got proper served up one ,with a severed ear if I remember. Fucking mental night .
 
All that bollox about other firms, as if that would be acceptable. We all had mates from the estates we lived on that would come Millwall quite a bit, but would be at other clubs , every other week. On our coach we had a couple that were also cockney reds, a couple of gooners, and a very good mate who went Chelsea. Not what I'd call other firms.
 
All that bollox about other firms, as if that would be acceptable. We all had mates from the estates we lived on that would come Millwall quite a bit, but would be at other clubs , every other week. On our coach we had a couple that were also cockney reds, a couple of gooners, and a very good mate who went Chelsea. Not what I'd call other firms.
from the Gloucester?
 
As reported by it seems our own Whisky lion. Hers his view in the comments section of the article:

Jim Murray18 HRS AGO
I was there that night. Not only that, my running report of the violence ended up bylined on the front page of the national newspaper I was a reporter for.
But the full story of what happened has never been properly told, and still hasn't.
The account above is, however, closer than most.
At the time this occurred I was in the process of researching and writing the first-ever history of Millwall.
I had applied for two tickets to the game. But a day before the match I received intelligence that West Ham supporters were planning to attend and had already acquired tickets for the Bobbers stand. I also understood that various firms from other clubs were planning to congregate there.
I rang the Luton Town secretary with this information. And also asked if he could change my tickets for the Bobbers stands. He gave me two in their Director's Box, instead.
It was from there I watched the predicted events unfold. And then scrambled over the seats to the Press Box behind me to file my running copy.
When I attended the Luton magistrates the next day, it was noticeable that many arrested gave an East rather than south London address.
I learned more over the passing years. I was very reliably informed by several witnesses that the first fence to be knocked down came about after several fans, including a young girl, were trapped and being crushed against the unyielding metal. This was very close to being a pre-Hillsborough event.
My understanding is that the fence was initially forced down to save lives before others, unaware of the near tragedy, burst through believing it was a signal to invade the pitch. So, many run on to escape the dangerous crush and breathe, others ran on to fight.
As for the Luton chairman banning away fans. That is another story and not as told above.
There was no West ham or ' various firms from other clubs ' mates of wall that weren't Wall yes but not firms. A lot of that ^^^^^^ is blatant lies, fanciful and incorrect. If I remember correctly the same hack was quick to condemn our fans for the nights trouble. I will see if I can find the article to post up here.
 
Chelsea were there that night some of there boys you can see on the pitch
i know a few of them from England games also bump into them on the way

how that ground is still in the footbal leauge fuck knows
 
As reported by it seems our own Whisky lion. Hers his view in the comments section of the article:

Jim Murray18 HRS AGO
I was there that night. Not only that, my running report of the violence ended up bylined on the front page of the national newspaper I was a reporter for.
But the full story of what happened has never been properly told, and still hasn't.
The account above is, however, closer than most.
At the time this occurred I was in the process of researching and writing the first-ever history of Millwall.
I had applied for two tickets to the game. But a day before the match I received intelligence that West Ham supporters were planning to attend and had already acquired tickets for the Bobbers stand. I also understood that various firms from other clubs were planning to congregate there.
I rang the Luton Town secretary with this information. And also asked if he could change my tickets for the Bobbers stands. He gave me two in their Director's Box, instead.
It was from there I watched the predicted events unfold. And then scrambled over the seats to the Press Box behind me to file my running copy.
When I attended the Luton magistrates the next day, it was noticeable that many arrested gave an East rather than south London address.
I learned more over the passing years. I was very reliably informed by several witnesses that the first fence to be knocked down came about after several fans, including a young girl, were trapped and being crushed against the unyielding metal. This was very close to being a pre-Hillsborough event.
My understanding is that the fence was initially forced down to save lives before others, unaware of the near tragedy, burst through believing it was a signal to invade the pitch. So, many run on to escape the dangerous crush and breathe, others ran on to fight.
As for the Luton chairman banning away fans. That is another story and not as told above.
I was behind the goal that night. The police became aware of the crush at the front and told people to climb over the fence to get away from it. Two things then happened. Firstly they had greatly underestimated the amount of people who climbed over. Secondly, once they’got them there, they didn’t have a clue what to do with them. If my memory is correct, they put most of them in the stand to our right which seemed strangely empty. This turned out to be for their season ticket holders who were mostly having a pre match beer in their bar. When they started arriving to watch the game, they found their stand full of Millwall fans - and predictably it kicked off.
 
I was behind the goal that night. The police became aware of the crush at the front and told people to climb over the fence to get away from it. Two things then happened. Firstly they had greatly underestimated the amount of people who climbed over. Secondly, once they’got them there, they didn’t have a clue what to do with them. If my memory is correct, they put most of them in the stand to our right which seemed strangely empty. This turned out to be for their season ticket holders who were mostly having a pre match beer in their bar. When they started arriving to watch the game, they found their stand full of Millwall fans - and predictably it kicked off.
Exactly how I saw it
 
Chelsea were there that night some of there boys you can see on the pitch
i know a few of them from England games also bump into them on the way

how that ground is still in the footbal leauge fuck knows
What sort of numbers? As I said we had a couple of mates that wouldn't necessarily call themselves Wall but attended quite often.
 
I was behind the goal that night. The police became aware of the crush at the front and told people to climb over the fence to get away from it. Two things then happened. Firstly they had greatly underestimated the amount of people who climbed over. Secondly, once they’got them there, they didn’t have a clue what to do with them. If my memory is correct, they put most of them in the stand to our right which seemed strangely empty. This turned out to be for their season ticket holders who were mostly having a pre match beer in their bar. When they started arriving to watch the game, they found their stand full of Millwall fans - and predictably it kicked off.
As soon as we got over the fence, OB were trying to take our legs out. Some ran to the empty ish stand and some the other way which incensed OB even more. In no time it was fuckin mayhem.
 
Got off of the train, a few of us walked a little ahead of the main group and just went around a corner when we were confronted by about 30 Luton. We were outnumbered 3 to 1 easy. There was a very angry buzz and a lot of foul language between us. I thought we were going to get killed but suddenly the Luton lot ran off. Could have been our rep as baby eaters or could have been the sight of 1000s of Wall coming around the corner behind us.
 
1984-85 was my favourite season supporting our club.

As a mischevous late teen that attended the games against Bristol City (Home and Away), Gilligham away, Derby at Home, the 4 previous FA Cup games up until Luton, Plymouth at home until the 5.00 sports report, still live long in the memory,.

Otulokoswki, Nutton, Cussack, Lowndes, Lovell, Fashanu and even Sansome will mean more to me when i go to the grave then any Millwall players since

Through my kaleidoscopic eyes everything seemed raw, real and authentic then unlike today. Nothing will ever come close to it now for those attributes and i'm just so glad i along with a few others on here got to live it.
 
Remember being gutted that I bought a ticket and by the time I got to the turnstile it didn’t matter if you had one or not. My brother in law was right at the front that night and he said the only way he got out there alive was by climbing the fence.