" I was very young, I had been to games before but never a night match, and never a game with such a large crowd . I was mesmerized by the flood lights and marveled at how green they made the pitch look . We took our place among the crowds in the Embankment End. BWFC vs MCFC , it was a cup match . I can't remember the result but I am sure we won. I am only interested in what I can remember , sure I could get the details on the internet but all that information at our finger tips can make things dull . I know there were goals and I also know there was trouble . At one point a big black hole appeared in the Lever End . A no mans land , I could see Police . The chant went up ."Who the f*ck*n hell are you ,who the f*ck*n hell are you , who the fu*k ,who the fu*k , who the f*ck*n hell are you , who the f*ck*n hell are you, who the fu*k who the fu*k who the f*ck*n hell are you , hell are you , who the f*ck*n hell are you !" It was deafening , like the whole stadium was singing. Except of course us.I looked up to my Dad , and suddenly a feeling of total joy came over me . Holy sh*t , Holy smoke , Holy everything . His hands were in the air and his mouth was moving . I couldn't hear, it was so noisy , but I could lip read , he was singing "who the f*ck*n hell are you,who the f*ck*n hell are you". I raised my arms clapping , I didn't sing , how could I ? but my Dad was singing . I was so proud . The chant changed . It was now . " Your going to get your f*ck*n head kicked in , Your going to get your f*ck*n head kicked in ,". I glanced up and he had stopped singing , he looked down and smiled. I was glad he had stopped . It was such a good night !"
Richard Mason
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