Season 84/85

Leeds United - Cardiff City - 84/85

Source: forum - Leeds view

A few Cardiff came up the night before and broke into the ground and kipped in the south stand. I don`t they really fancied a trip into Leeds City Centre in the mid 80`s as they asked if they could stay in the ground till kick off.

They filled about 1 pen of the low fields (600??).

As for the Spray paint its true. They Sprayed : Cardiff City Grand Stand Firm near the Ground and spelt it wrong.

Thug fans in Riot - ??/10/1984

Source: The Sun

A rising young soccer player was stabbed last night after being ambushed by three fans of a rival team.

Chelsea super boy- Bobby Isaac was attacked outside Millwall's ground, The Den.

The knifing happened just half-an-hour before the return Milk Cup tie between the two London clubs notorious for their hooligan supporters.

Two weeks ago they went to war against each other at the first leg of the match.

And after last night's game, there were more vicious clashes with police as the Old Kent Road was turned into a bloody battlefield.

Stab victim Bobby, 18, was "jumped" from behind as he arrived at The Den to watch his first-team heroes in action.

The Millwall gang asked him which team he supported. He said Millwall and was asked the name of their keeper. Bobby Chelsea's youth team player of the year last season could not remember.

Seconds later, he was slashed across his back from his armpit to the base of his spine.

Centre half Bobby was rushed to hospital where doctors feared he might have a punctured lung. But he was later released after treatment.

Council worker George Bennetts found blood soaked Bobby outside his flat.

Mr Bennetts, 57; said “He staggered towards me, clothes ripped, saying, ‘Can you help me?"

The violence after the match began as Millwall fans tried to smash through a police cordon to reach their hated rivals.

Other officers with riot shields, backed by mounted police and dogs, charged the Millwall mob.

A hail of missiles rained down on the police. And passers-by were knocked to the ground as the hooligans ran wild along the Old Kent Road.

The two sets of supporters had been segregated on opposite sides of the ground.

Hundreds of extra police were on duty to cope with expected trouble.

But as the Chelsea fans were being escorted away from the Den, the Millwall mob advanced.

They rushed Police lines near the Old Kent Road.

One victim with blood pouring from a head wound said “They are just animals”.

The Old Kent Road was blocked as Police cars and ambulances battled to get the injured away from the scene.

Officers chased the rioters through a nearby park and council estate. Half an hour after the game had ended, dozens of police vehicles were still patrolling the area as more fighting erupted.

Bradford City FC - Lincoln City - 11/05/1985

Source : Press

On Saturday 11 May 1985, as Bradford City Football Club captured the Third Division title a devastating fire engulfed the Main Stand at their Valley Parade ground killing 56 supporters.

Late in the first half smoke was spotted in the old stand and the fire brigade called. Evacuations began within four minutes and the match abandoned. Over 11,000 fans then witnessed within minutes the entire stand go up in flames.

The cause of the fire was put down to the accidental dropping of a match or cigarette stubbed out in a polystyrene cup, reminiscent of the tube disaster in London, where old wooden structures, rubbish and dust burnt very rapidly.

Mr Justice Popplewell's Official Enquiry report was supposed to bring about new legislation governing safety at the nation's sports grounds and stadia, especially lower divisions' antiquated wooden stands that had been in use for decades. He also stated that, "The importance of allowing full access to the pitch where this is likely to be used as a place of safety in an emergency should be made plain."











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Blackpool FC - Chester City - ??/02/1985

Source: Wikipedia

The game was held up for 15 minutes when what appeared to be a pre-planned invasion of 200 Blackpool fans ran onto the pitch toward the Chester fans. The police called in reinforcements, but were pelted by bricks, stones, broken terrace barriers and a Corner flag which had been uprooted and used as a weapon. The referee was also attacked. Two crash barriers were uprooted, a refreshment hut wrecked and Stand seats torn out. The first FA Disciplinary Inquiry was instigated.

Derby County - Portsmouth FC - 05/12/1984

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A football supporter was slashed with a knife and a mounted policeman hit by a flying brick as the DLF clashed with the Portsmouth 6.57 Crew

Brentford FC - Bristol City - 23/02/1985

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remember Bristol city at home in 1985, when 30 pissed up ciderboys came onto the Braemar looking for a ruck and where taken apart by the Braemar boys??
around 50 city in the seats above tried to get down and join in but took one look at the demolition going on below and ran out down the stairs and into the Ealing rd.
turned very nasty with OB hitting out at anyone with truncheons(remember an old bloke caught up in it and being knocked down by a copper).

Newcastle United - Sunderland - 08/04/1985

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The scene at Roker Park where Newcastle United supporters infiltrated the Fulwell end and started a fight with the Sunderland supporters.

Chelsea FC - Sunderland - 04/03/1985

Source: The Times

Chelsea sink into their darkest depths

Stamford Bridge last night reached its lowest ebb. The ground that holds some of the most notorious supporters in the country became a battlefield on and off the pitch during the second leg of this Milk Cup semi-final. The frightening exhibition of uninhibited violence blacked the night, which belonged to Sunderland, the name of Chelsea and the sport itself.
At the height of the disgraceful scenes one particularly thoughtless idiot ran across the pitch followed by four policemen. At this time Walker was working his way to the byline but scarcely anybody noticed until his cross dropped in a penalty area where the law outnumbered Chelsea's defenders. West, ignoring the farcical circumstances around him, headed home Sunderland's third and decisive goal.
Later Walker, who had scored Sunderland's first two goals in the 36th and 70th minutes against his former club, was singled out by another loutish intruder. Only the assistance of Jones and Niedzwiecki saved him from a fearful assault until stewards, reinforced by the police, belatedly marched the hooligan away to sickening chants of "loyal supporter".
Chelsea must surely pay a severe penalty for the behaviour of their so-called followers. Some ripped out the seats of their own stadium and one bystander, struck by the potentially lethal missile, was helped away. Mounted policemen who rode in to dissuade some others from encroaching on to the pitch had to avoid objects, including coins and wooden planks, that were thrown with nauseating abandon in their direction.
The tie itself, emotionally explosive and almost devoid of any memorable quality, sub-sided beneath the terrifying events on the periphery. Having courageously recovered from an early set-back, Sunderland kept their heads and deservedly reached Wembley for the first time since their astonishing victory over Leeds United in the FA Cup Final of 1973.
Chelsea, riding on the noise of a crowd that their management feel is worth a goal advantage, went ahead in the sixth minute. Nevin, the Scottish imp who brought a merciful touch of class and subtlety to the physical ugliness, gave his fellow countryman, Speedie, the opportunity to give his side the ideal opening. But their back four, a mixture of understudies and others barely recovered from injury, were clarely susceptible to counter-attack and eventually cracked under the speed of Walker. First he burst past Rougvie to relieve the pressure on his colleagues and then he collected Hodgson's astute pass to lift them towards an appointment at Wembley on March 24.
After Sunderland's third goal in the 75th minute and the ensuing crowd disturbances, the game was played out amid an eerie air of nervous tension. There was still time for Nevin to anticipate Bennett's back-pass and lob it gently over Turner, but by then Chelsea, of not the wild element of their supporters, seemed to accept that defeat was inevitable.
The referee, whose actions in maintaining some sense of order throughout the chaos, had not finished; however. He had already taken the names of Hodgson, Elliott, Chisholm anid Bennett, of Sunderland, and Thomas, Dixon and Speedie, of Chelsea. He then sent off Speedie, who has been suspended twice this season for a specially vicious foul on Elliott. Sunderland, who also struck the bar through Berry, will be without the suspended Elliott for the final. That, compared to the problems that Chelsea will face after a Football Association inquiry, seem minimal.

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Source: forum - Sunderland view

Our supporters coach got lost on its way to the ground and got stuck in a side street where it could not get around a corner because of the parked cars. A group of lads got off the front of the bus and manhandled a car out of the way, bumping it onto the path so the coach could get past.

As a result we were late getting to the ground and a few hundred of us found ourselves being shepherded into the no-mans land between the two opposing sets of fans. A piece of tape and row of half hearted coppers between us and the Chelsea fans. Most of the game was spent dodging the missiles, mainly coins and bottles, that were lobbed in our direction.

The main bulk of trouble started to the Sunderland fans left. A group of Sunderland fans were in the lower seats in the corner of the next stand and were being showered by ripped seats from above. A large half cast skinhead Chelsea fan climbed out of that section and calmly walked past all the coppers and suddenly climbed onto the fence in front of the Sunderland away fans and just dove in like a maniac. All hell broke loose.

Pitchin invasions from the Shed End were met with mounted riot police and even the large metal poles that the fans lean on on the terracing were ripped out and hurled at the police by the Chelsea loons.

I have a tape recording somewhere of the second half commentary off Metro Radio that my mate did for me, Bill Arthur and Bob Cass were the commentators, and during the commentary you can clearly hear missiles landing near them as they became targets for the Chelasea hooligans.

As mentioned in The Times article, our 3rd goal was a farce. A thug being chased across the box by four coppers as Clive Walker crossed the ball and Colin West headed home. The thug was then rugby tackled into the advertising hoardings. "That was ridiculous," said Bob Cass, "the policeman was in a better position than Colin West!"

On our journey down to "The Smoke" a punk lad on our bus kept saying what a laugh it would be if we had our bus windows put out. Our mohican friend got his wish after the game. As the bus crossed Putney Bridge (I think?), a young lad no older than 12 or 13 lobbed a half brick at the bus and the punk lad's window shattered into oblivion. The young brick thrower disappeared sharpish.

It was freezing travelling home as there were blizzards on the journey back and the wind and snow was howling through the broken window. I spent most of that journey lying on the floor next to a heater trying to keep warm.

The whole day was an experience I will never forget!

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Source: local newspaper

Violent riots, opposing rival fans, erupted during and after the game. Fourty-eight people were injured and about 100 other were arrested. The same day, Chelsea's hooligan mob tried to attack West Ham lads who played in Wimbledon.

Millwall FC – Chelsea FC – League Cup – 09/10/1984

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A Chelsea youth player, Robert Isaac, got badly cut up (Stanley knife).

Luton Town - Stoke City - 84/85

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Sunderland - Newcastle United - 08/04/1985

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Barnsley - Brighton & Hove Albion - FA Cup - 26/01/1985

Source: BH forum - BH view

"We got a right hammering after the game after singing "arther scargill is a wan*er". It was around the time of the miners strikes! The supporters coaches had windows put through as they tried to leave."

Brentford - Bristol City - 23/02/1985

Source: Brentford forum

remember Bristol city at home in 1985, when 30 pissed up ciderboys came onto the Braemar looking for a ruck and where taken apart by the Braemar boys??

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I remember it well. There was a load of city boys on the pitch at the end and a few of them confronted me and my Dad while we were trying to leave. (They were big tough boys too, coz I was only 14 at the time).

Carlisle United - Blackburn Rovers - 23/12/1984

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A Blackburn fan admitted throwing a brick which hit a rival supporter on the head, killing him. This came in the context of approximately one hundred Carlisle United fans charging a group of Blackburn Rovers fans. The Carlisle fan died in hospital four days after being struck by the brick. Rovers won the game 0 – 1.

Bury FC – Blackpool FC – 09/03/1985

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Bury Gigg Lane 1985 was just pure violence.ken chadwick issued a list of shame i remember a baying mob trying to pull a policeman off his horse before the match i swear if they had succeeded they would of killed him.trying to walk back to my fathers car after the match was a frightening experience.

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Source: Wikipedia

what seemed like another carefully planned attack took place. “An orgy of violence, theft and destruction” reported the Blackpool Evening Gazette. After Bury had scored a goal, Blackpool fans at one side stand started to wreck the stand, which received extensive damage whilst another group of Blackpool fans behind one goal also started to riot. All to chants of “Smash it up, smash it up, smash it up”. Pieces of the Stand were thrown onto the pitch and yet another referee had to take the players off the pitch. A brick wall was demolished and pushed onto parked cars as the Police held the Blackpool fans in the ground after the match. 64 Blackpool fans were arrested and 5 Police Officers hurt. Yet another Disciplinary inquiry was instigated

Scotland – England – 25/05/1985

Source : Press

English in Scotland end at Hampden.

Juventus - Liverpool FC - played in Brussels - 29/05/1985

Source : BBC

Fans die in Heysel rioting

Thirty-nine Juventus football fans have died during rioting at the European Cup Final in Brussels.
The tragedy occured when a wall collapsed in the stadium and crushed Juventus fans as they tried to escape Liverpool supporters.

The two sets of supporters had spent the day drinking in the Belgian city and had arrived at the Heysel stadium waving flags and chanting.

But shortly before kick off the atmosphere turned violent and Liverpool supporters stampeded through a thin line of police towards the rival fans.

As the Juventus fans retreated a wall collapsed under the pressure and fans were crushed and trampled to death in the panic.

Police at the scene were unable to contain the violence and riot police were called in to calm the situation.

As the full extent of the tragedy unfolded the Red Cross moved in to treat the injured in tents set up at the scene. A priest was also called to give the Last Rites.

There were 58,000 fans in the ground and, as well as the dead, over 350 were injured.

Despite protests from both team managers the game went ahead with Juventus winning 1-0 thanks to a second half penalty.

Trouble had been reported since the two sets of fans arrived in the city. There were reports of stabbings and police numbers were dramaticaly increased to separate the fans.



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Source : Press

39 people die at Heysel stadium, Brussels, before Liverpool's European Cup final against Juventus. All English clubs banned indefinitely from European competition.

Bohemians Dublin – Glasgow Rangers – 18/09/1984

Source: forums

This year will mark the twenty-fifth anniversary of Rangers' trip to Dublin to play Bohemians, and as the events surrounding this match have often aroused much curiosity, particularly in younger Rangers supporters, I`m going to attempt to give you a flavour of the day.

I was keen to attend this fixture. It was an affordable trip to a European away game, and there was no need to be away from work for too long. I spoke to a pal of mine about this excursion, a regular buddy for Rangers away games, and he too was eager to head for Dublin.

Arrangements were made to go on a supporters` bus, and on the day of the game my friend and I met up, somewhere in Glasgow, at around 8.00am, and we wandered into the basement of what appeared to be an unused building. We were rather bemused to see a largish bar going full-swing with people milling around and drinking as though it was eight o` clock in the evening. We made contact with the guys who had organised the trip and had a seat near the bar. Neither of us had a drink, or if we did, it was a soft drink. At this stage it was envisaged that we`d be knocking back a few pints in Dublin, and anyway, firewater at that time of day held little appeal for me.

Within an hour or so, we departed on a bus to Stranraer, and I wrongly assumed we`d be doing the whole journey in this vehicle. On the Ferry there was quite a sing-song, and although my alcohol abstention continued, many of us were enjoying a wee drink or two. Remember, this was a time when "the troubles" in Northern Ireland were high profile so there was an extra bit of tension in the air.

At Larne we boarded another bus, a single-decker Ulsterbus, but it was hardly state-of-the-art. Soon we were off on the second leg of our journey, and we had little doubt that the timing of our arrival in Dublin would allow us a generous spell of over-indulgence.

As many of us had never been across the Irish Sea, it was an education just observing Northern Ireland from the windows of the bus. Curiously, it reminded me of the Scotland of my youth. Strangers to Northern Ireland might like to note that it`s a far more affluent place than many of us in the mainland would ever imagine. I once heard that there are more Mercedes and BMWs in Ulster (pro-rata) than in any other part of the UK except London.

As our Ulsterbus meandered around the Ulster countryside, we noted signs to a variety of places, some renowned for atrocities which had taken place there. It transpired that the driver had been instructed to drive around aimlessly and only cross the border at the last minute. We were seeing signs that Belfast was twelve miles away, then eight, six, five, seven, ten and six. We were on an Ulster mystery tour, and only late in the day would we cross the border, just in time to make the match. I hadn`t eaten and was thirsty too, but I had to bide my time until an opportunity presented itself.

The border crossing just past Newry delayed us briefly. We had the RUC to pass at the first checkpoint, and then the Guarda(the Irish police) at the second. As the bus pulled away from the Republic`s checkpoint, there was a powerful sensation that we were on foreign turf now, and on our own.

After a fairly short time, we entered Dundalk, reputed to be infested with Irish Republicans, and a well-known IRA stronghold. The locals appeared to be interested in us, a Rangers bus in Dundalk was a rarity after all, and the onboard troops launched into some well-known ditties. Some of the locals were making the odd rude sign, but a few of the women were smiling at us. It`s quite possible of course, that it was just me they were smiling at!

I actually thought that Dundalk appeared to be a homely wee town with everyone going about their business as one might expect. My thoughts were soon interrupted however, as one of the bus windows was smashed after being struck by a missile thrown by one of the locals. With hindsight, this might not have been such a bad thing. No serious injuries had been sustained, but we were on our guard now.

When we arrived in Dublin it was too late for a pint, even a quick pint, and I noticed an unfriendly area near the foot of a hill in the city where our presence didn`t seem to meet with the approval of some of the locals. If memory serves me well, a cash payment of three Irish punts ensured entry to Dalymount Park (most of us handed over three pounds sterling) and we made our way to the terracing where my mate and I took our places beside a group of Rangers fans, mainly from Ulster it seemed, in an area opposite the main stand.

There was a venomous atmosphere in the place and a real hatred flowing from each side to the other. A variety of incidents occurred which would have been nipped in the bud had the match been properly policed, but the Dublin guarda had no experience of handling high profile volatile football contests, and it showed. Individuals were invading the park at will and being attacked by rival supporters. The police didn`t know how to respond to the pitch invaders, and at least one guy was reputed to have been thrown out of the ground once, only for him to re-invade a second time. The Irish support produced a Union Flag in the midst of the Bohemians end, and tried to set it alight. After several failed attempts, a roar went up as an Irish Tricolour appeared in the Rangers end and was quickly incinerated.

The Rangers goalkeeper, Nicky Walker, spent most of his time thirty yards or so from his own goal-line such was the intensity of the variety of missiles aimed in his direction. In circumstances like this, it was impossible for him to do his job properly. Behind the Rangers end, and from the roof of a block of flats, further missiles were aimed at the Rangers support. Amazingly, there were no serious injuries.

At half-time, my compadre disappeared for some relief and I continued to observe events around the ground. The most serious incident was happening in the Rangers end. The Irish police had decided to charge the Rangers support, but were soon rebuffed. Yet again the police mounted a charge, and once more the Rangers support sent them back down below terracing level to the launching point of their assault. I noticed what appeared to be a railway sleeper being positioned by our supporters near the edge of a wall above the tunnel from where the police had emerged, ready to be dropped on the next police charge. As the only sober person in the place, it was clear to me that the next police onslaught was going to take casualties - serious casualties. Fortunately for all concerned, that next charge never came, possibly because it would have been a futile act, or perhaps someone had noticed that carnage was the certain outcome.

When the game was over, and we`d suffered a 3-2 reverse, our thoughts turned to extricating ourselves from this vile part of the world in one piece. We had a feeling that the evening ahead might be incident-strewn as we began to leave Dalymount Park, but we had little idea of just what lay ahead of us.

As we exited the ground, everyone had to turn right, but a glance to the left saw a line of police kitted out in riot gear and with batons drawn. As we shuffled along, the police began beating their shields with their batons, and it was evident that a confrontation of sorts was on the cards. As my pal and I walked away from the ground, the crowd behind us stirred and then began to rush past us. The charge had begun. As the advancing police moved amongst the Rangers support lashing out wildly with their batons, the pace of the Rangers fans quickened until it reached the stage where if a move wasn`t made, being trampled or baton-whipped was a distinct probability. The police were effectively driving back the supporters to where our buses were, and some were relishing the opportunity to demonstrate their weapons superiority along the way. I made it back to our bus alongside my mate, unscathed, but tempers were up and chaos reigned. There were already supporters back on the coach, but some were still out on the street and several had been separated from friends. Within a short time everyone who`d been on the bus for the outward journey had made it back, some with baton-induced injuries.

I should mention one incident in particular which had the potential to become ghastly. One of our lads had leapt on to the bus whilst being pursued by a single policeman, and when he landed, just inside the door, he had to move swiftly as the officer tried to take one last swipe at him. The policeman, having missed, overbalanced slightly and two or three of the lads in the bus tried to haul him on board. It was probably for the best that the officer managed to make his escape. I dread to think of the consequences if this policeman had been "captured". Bearing in mind the climate of hate present that evening, forgiveness was the last thing on the minds of the support, particularly after the baton charge.

With all present on the bus, I picked a seat at the front and to the left, next to the window beside my pal in the aisle seat. We knew we were going to be subjected to missile attacks on the road home, and believe me, home was Ulster, even for those of us from Scotland.

I spotted someone in another bus removing a seat from the supporting frame, and placing the hard back of the seat against the window for protection. This seemed like a good idea, and I and almost everyone else in our bus followed suit.

As the bus engine fired up and we moved off, I informed the driver that we wouldn`t be stopping at red lights. He didn`t need much persuading. As we passed the bottom of the hill which I had recognised as a hostile spot on the way into Dublin, I felt the force of a missile smash the glass window beside me, but the firm base of my seat was doing its job well, and no injuries were received. There were several other thuds throughout the bus at this stage, and the sound of breaking glass was all around. Fortunately our driver was obeying orders to the letter, and red lights were being disregarded by all buses as the Rangers convoy left town.

With Dublin disappearing fast behind us, the tension eased a little, but my seatback remained in place in case of further missile attacks. It`s worth remembering that five or six windows, including mine, had gone, and the ventilation in the bus was excessive. No serious injuries were reported but we all wondered how others were faring.

As we sped through the Irish countryside, there were no further attacks, but we knew that, in Dundalk, a warm welcome would await us. As we neared this Republican stronghold, a voice from the back of the bus piped up, "Watch out chaps,  s at six o` clock". Amid much laughter, we prepared ourselves for the next assault and defensive positions were adopted. Sure enough, hiding behind parked cars, a variety of  s were lying in wait, and yet again several buses were struck. The bus immediately in front of us was struck with a petrol bomb, but fortunately it bounced off the vehicle and onto the road where flames spewed over a length of tarmac, safely away from the supporters.

From my seat at the front, I had a clear view of some of the incidents, and the next one will live long in the memory. As one of the " s" rose from behind a parked car to launch an attack on the bus in front of ours, a Rangers fan appeared through one of the bus`s skylight windows and fired a full can of beer at his target. His aim was sound and the  collapsed in a heap, unable to launch his missile after taking a can of Tennent`s full in the face. There was an almighty roar from within our bus at this moment. From being sitting ducks, and on the defensive, spirits were raised after witnessing one of our guys show some serious initiative.

As we approached the border at Newry, we were waved through without fuss, and the relief was tangible. To see the RUC present in numbers, and with deadly weaponry at the ready, was actually a very reassuring sight. It was rather ironic, that having arrived in Northern Ireland, at the time one of Europe`s least safe places, we all felt a security that had been absent every step of the way in the Irish Republic. My stomach was reminding me too, that I`d still had nothing to eat or drink throughout the journey.

We headed for Larne after stopping briefly on the edge of Belfast, and were fortunate to catch a ferry back to Stranraer after a short wait.

The return match at Ibrox was a tense affair and it took two late goals to secure the tie for Rangers, and we advanced to the next round on a 4-3 aggregate. Those goals were celebrated in the same manner as though the match was an Old Firm game, especially for those of us who had been in Dublin.

During this story, I could have dwelt longer on the various incidents at Dalymount Park itself, but I wanted to give a fuller picture about the whole trip rather than just the match itself. It was a memorable day for all the wrong reasons, but those of us who made the visit are glad we did. This was a brief outline of the trip as I remember it, warts and all.

If we go to Dublin…..

Glasgow fans

Darlington FC - Middlesbrough FC - FA Cup – 08/01/1985

Source: Press

Birmingham City - Leeds United - 11/05/1985

Source : Press

A boy died when Leeds's fans went on the rampage at St Andrews when their side met Birmingham City. The youngster was crushed under a wall and dozens of other fans and police were injured

Luton Town - Millwall FC - FA Cup - 13/03/1985

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The 1985 Kenilworth Road riot occurred at Luton Town's Kenilworth Road ground before, during and after an FA Cup sixth-round match between Luton Town and Millwall on 13 March 1985. It was one of the worst incidents of football hooliganism during the 1980s, and led to a ban on away supporters by Luton Town which lasted for four seasons.

Shamrock Rovers - Linfield - 03/10/1984

Source : Press

Shamrock Rovers fans vs police.

Hibernians FC - Hearts of Midlothian - 25/08/1984

Source : Press

Ajax Amsterdam - Feyenoord Rotterdam - 19/05/1985

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F-Side

Charlton Athletic - Portsmouth FC - 29/09/1984

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6.57 Crew PFC