Well, the last one was the reason I stopped going. The 2004 game when Danny Murphy scored a pen and we won 1-0.
It wasn’t even so much the Utd fans, our fans did my head in as well so it just put me off going to this game in future.
I was going with a lad I worked with and we decided to book on with a coach firm we saw advertised in the paper. Turned up at Stanley Park to get picked up, expecting to be on like a 60 seater coach with loads of other reds. Nope, the few that were there, were full already, and at the end of the line of coaches, is a 15 seater minibus. We were directed towards this. Got on, and waited for it to fill up so we could leave.
The lads that got on the bus with us, were the worst kind of scallies Liverpool has to offer. They were all already smashed, probably hadn’t gone to bed from the night before. As soon as we got going on the motorway, they started pulling beak out and doing that, smoking weed, singing Munich songs, allsorts like that. Me and my mate just sat at the front quietly shitting ourselves.
Only a short journey down the M62 so it wasn’t that bad, but then when we arrived towards Old Trafford we got stuck in traffic. We were running late as well so all of the match day fans were walking down the street next to the bus. All the dickheads on our coach start singing the Munich songs again, making plane gestures to all the passing fans. Next minute a gang of Utd fans start smacking on the side of the bus and rocking it, throwing stuff trying to break the windows and that. I was fucking terrified. We were at the front of the Minibus so if any of them got on, we were the first target despite not actually doing anything wrong. They kept kicking fuck out of the door at the front and I honestly thought that was the end for me like.
Anyway this carried on for about 5 mins then the police must have saw what was going on and came to rescue us. They gave us a police escort into the car park and then got on the bus and must have smelt the weed etc, and started searching the bus. Me and my mate managed to slip off the bus and mingle in with the fans getting off another coach so luckily got away.
After the game, we got kept behind in the ground, then came out and got back to the minibus. None of the lads showed up so they must have got arrested before the game. So we had the bus to ourselves on the way back. Which was actually a bit dull cos we’d just beaten those cunts at their place and it was just me and my mates sitting on an empty bus!
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