Just heard Tiny from Millwall died yesterday from cancer. R.I.P

 

Genuine question, is it a London thing?

Chelsea/Wall/West Ham/y*ds & Gooners all have/had lads known or heard of going back to the 60s/70s, right across England, i couldnt tell you any names from some of the big hitters in fv terms from up north though.
 

 

 

 

Don't forget "B the W" of the Cockney Reds, decent geezer.

 

 

RIP Tiny, true terrace legend

Vic Donkin who was aparantly a CHAP in the Park Lane was , i understand, also once a CHAPPIE at SUNDERLAND..

Donkin often used to go away with us. First time I met him was at an evening game away at Ipswich.. At the time he lived in Stoke Newington. I don't know of a Sunderland connection, but he did used to go down Orient, and I knew a few people who knew him from there.

He had a mate, black guy known as Brixton. I never knew whether that was his name, his nickname, or whether that's where he was from. I'm pretty sure he was with Millwall in the CBL in 77. If so he wasn't the only one who joined up with Millwall for the day, taking advantage of the opportunity to have a go at the Chelsea.
 

Don't forget "B the W" of the Cockney Reds, decent geezer.

 

 

RIP Tiny, true terrace legend

Don't forget "B the W" of the Cockney Reds, decent geezer.

Got to know Bob when he was working the doors at the Greyhound in Croydon on the Sunday punk nights, and as you say Steve a really nice chap.

 

 

RIP Tiny, true terrace legend

We had a north easterner too from Darlington.  Not sure I should name him here, but I was lifted at Newcastle once and the OB were asking us all if we knew him. In fact that day we were at home and Fulham were hosting Newcastle, we went down to Putney Bridge and at the stand off all the Geordies were saying "Where's *****?".

 

As for big hitters up north, we all know them their names now from their books, but don't think we ever faced Liverpools mob for instance and someone said "Theres Kelly" or something like that.

I remember the bloke from Darlington but never knew his name. There was also a guy from Carlisle, used to go every week home and away. I forget which, but one of those two used to always wear a kind of short leather jacket, light brown I think but I could well be wrong after all these years. if you remember him, chances are you'll know the one I mean.

Donkin often used to go away with us. First time I met him was at an evening game away at Ipswich.. At the time he lived in Stoke Newington. I don't know of a Sunderland connection, but he did used to go down Orient, and I knew a few people who knew him from there.

He had a mate, black guy known as Brixton. I never knew whether that was his name, his nickname, or whether that's where he was from. I'm pretty sure he was with Millwall in the CBL in 77. If so he wasn't the only one who joined up with Millwall for the day, taking advantage of the opportunity to have a go at the Chelsea.

 

I know a couple of our Darlo lads, i'm terrible with names though, they still go now though sure one of em isnt allowed to attend at the mo.

A little more on the Ipswich game I mentioned earlier. Talking to Donkin on the way home, on the Inter City, he told me that he "liked going away with Chelsea because they used their heads". He was taking the piss somewhat though because I'd been done for ABH having for no apparent reason run across the gap between the Chelsea and the Ipswich while in the Ipswich end., grabbed this Ipswich fan in a headlock and punched him in the face a few times. I was 16 then - I know that because my old man went with me to Ipswich Juvenile Court. Got a £40 fine if I remember rightly.

 

What I also remember of that time up Ipswich is feeling confused. "He's Tottenham, and he's with us?" Not just with us but acting matey with Danny and his mates. That's who I'd been standing with in the Ipswich end, by the way.

 

I once used his name to save myself a kicking when caught on my own in an evening game at Tottenham. I'd come straight from work, got there late, and the only people I could find that I knew were Arsenal fans. Little Donald and the Black Twins, that lot from Highbury. Donald was a snake who later ran with Cockney Reds. I'm sure he grassed me up to the Tottenham. Either way, after the game, I was on my own apart from these two Arsenal birds I knew, with literally 100's of Tottenham behind me. One of them kicked me up the arse. I turned round and said: "What's your f**king problem?" The y*d replied, "You're Chelsea you c**t." "Not me," I told him, "I'm Millwall - you ask Donkin", Don't ask me why I said "Millwall" but I did. The bloke looked at me again and said: "You know Donkin?" .. "Yeah I know him from Orient" ... "Go on, f**k off", he said, and I f**ked off heaving a huge sigh of relief.

 

Almost needless to say I didn't actually know Donkin from Orient, just from Chelsea aways, but I'd been told my a mate who used to live in Leytonstone that he regularly used to see him at Brisbane Road.

 

On the Arsenal connection, I would never, ever class myself as a "legend", maybe a leg end, and in later years, a drunken fool, but there was a time when I was quite well known all the same. I never rowed with Arsenal because I knew too many of them. Even went away with Arsenal a few times, either when we weren't playing, or when I was skint and went up in a carload of Arsenal mates. Everton away one year in the FA Cup. Another mate had a spare ticket, so I went along with them. In the Arsenal end, I was spotted, but I was ok. When asked "what the f**k are you doing here?" they were satisfied with my reply that I was just up there for the day with my mates.

 

Got split up on the way from the ground, managing to lose the driver, so bunked back on the Arsenal special with the others who were in the same the car. It was so obvious that half the special knew I was Chelsea, they even knew I had Chelsea tattoos, which I kept covered nonetheless. As long as I played the game that I was with them, it was all good. Another time me and another couple of mates ran into a mob of Arsenal - nothing to do with football, just out for the evening. I happened to be wearing a Leeds hat that I'd acquired the previous weekend, and it was this that attracted their attention. Getting the usual "who he?" looks. I laughed and told them I'd nicked the hat. One of the black twins mentioned above spoke up. "Oh I know you. You're Chelsea but you were with us the other week. You know Donald, don't you?" I nodded and told him, yep, how you doing? "Great thanks, see you later." And that was it.

 

Those kinds of non violent encounters between London fans were common enough I'm sure, as was the occasional away trip with a rival mob, and to go back to the question posed in the first post of this thread, I think it's the sheer number of teams in London, along with the size of the city, that makes it different from anywhere else.

 

 

I used to go to Arsenal games too and they had no problem with me being Chelsea. One of their blokes I knew from Kilburn his cousin was Chelsea and a mate of Winkles (surely you all remember him), an it was not unusual for CFC and Arsenal to hang around together and go to each others games. Most of my mates are Chelsea or Arsenal, a couple I lost touch with were West Ham and I have never had a Tottenham mate!

Another incident indirectly involving Vic Donkin. On the underground travelling east after Chelsea v West Ham, I acquired a West Ham scarf. A few of us went down to Waterloo, me and three mates, that's all. At Waterloo we met up with maybe half a dozen Tottenham, who were acting friendly as Tottenham sometimes do, the two-faced twats. Cut to the chase, I wandered off on my own, followed by these half dozen Tottenham. This speccy twat who appeared to be the leader came steaming towards me, feet flailing but not making any contact. I looked at him and asked: "What the f**k is your problem?"

 

"Give me your scarf", he demanded. "West Ham c**t". I told him I'd just nicked the scarf, figuring if I was going to take a hiding, I was going to take it as Chelsea not West Ham. "I don't give a f**k", he said. "Give me the scarf." Thinking I'm f**ked if I'm going to take a hiding for the sake of a West Ham scarf, I shrugged and gave him the scarf. Then: "I want your coat. Give me your sheepskin". I told him to f**k off. No way was he having my sheepskin. A West Ham scarf was one thing but if he wanted the sheepskin he (or rather they) would have to take it from me. To my amazement he and the rest of the Tottenham f**ked off. All well and good?

 

Well kind of. Next time I saw Donkin he told me: "I heard you took a hiding from (I forget the speccy twat's name). But he's just a w**ker?" I was so taken aback that this twat who'd actually backed off along with his mates when I on my jack jones told him to f**k off, had claimed to have given me a hiding, and without so much as laying a finger on me, that instead of taking the opportunity to put the record straight, I spluttered something daft like: "Well I wasn't to know." Bugged me no end for ages.

 

So Vic, if you happen to come this way, that's what happened at Waterloo. And to the speccy c**t: Donkin was right. You're a complete w**ker, and a lying sh*thouse of a w**ker at that.

Vic Donkin ther y*d used to ave a few beers with a few of  us northstand boys at the duncannon pub charring x every saturday night

Don't forget "B the W" of the Cockney Reds, decent geezer.

 

 

RIP Tiny, true terrace legend

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#39;t forget "B the W" of the Cockney Reds, decent geezer.

Got to know Bob when he was working the doors at the Greyhound in Croydon on the Sunday punk nights, and as you say Steve a really nice chap.

 

 

RIP Tiny, true terrace legend

 

Banana bob lol had a few runns ins with  cockney reds  mostly outside euston station 

Did anyone see 'Danny Dyer's Real Football Factories'?  They're all on YouTube.

 

He does actually go up North to interview some of their 'top boys'.  The Everton one, Andy Nicholls, seems like a right knuckle head.  He looks like a raw sausage in a shirt.  But then the Man United ones just looked like a couple of wobbly old Wetherspoons regulars.

It would seem that for a few chaps here , their DMs were leg.ends...........Not a very funny joke, but it is sunday morning

Banana bob nice geezer just come back from living in Spain a decent bloke still follows the mancs

Not so much a terrace ledgend but a Chelsea ledgend, Blind Gerry died last night, went to the y*d game then had a diabetic seizure at 2am.

 

Went everywhere with Chelsea.

 

R.I.P

A little more on the Ipswich game I mentioned earlier. Talking to Donkin on the way home, on the Inter City, he told me that he "liked going away with Chelsea because they used their heads". He was taking the piss somewhat though because I'd been done for ABH having for no apparent reason run across the gap between the Chelsea and the Ipswich while in the Ipswich end., grabbed this Ipswich fan in a headlock and punched him in the face a few times. I was 16 then - I know that because my old man went with me to Ipswich Juvenile Court. Got a £40 fine if I remember rightly.

 

What I also remember of that time up Ipswich is feeling confused. "He's Tottenham, and he's with us?" Not just with us but acting matey with Danny and his mates. That's who I'd been standing with in the Ipswich end, by the way.

 

I once used his name to save myself a kicking when caught on my own in an evening game at Tottenham. I'd come straight from work, got there late, and the only people I could find that I knew were Arsenal fans. Little Donald and the Black Twins, that lot from Highbury. Donald was a snake who later ran with Cockney Reds. I'm sure he grassed me up to the Tottenham. Either way, after the game, I was on my own apart from these two Arsenal birds I knew, with literally 100's of Tottenham behind me. One of them kicked me up the arse. I turned round and said: "What's your f**king problem?" The y*d replied, "You're Chelsea you c**t." "Not me," I told him, "I'm Millwall - you ask Donkin", Don't ask me why I said "Millwall" but I did. The bloke looked at me again and said: "You know Donkin?" .. "Yeah I know him from Orient" ... "Go on, f**k off", he said, and I f**ked off heaving a huge sigh of relief.

 

Almost needless to say I didn't actually know Donkin from Orient, just from Chelsea aways, but I'd been told my a mate who used to live in Leytonstone that he regularly used to see him at Brisbane Road.

 

On the Arsenal connection, I would never, ever class myself as a "legend", maybe a leg end, and in later years, a drunken fool, but there was a time when I was quite well known all the same. I never rowed with Arsenal because I knew too many of them. Even went away with Arsenal a few times, either when we weren't playing, or when I was skint and went up in a carload of Arsenal mates. Everton away one year in the FA Cup. Another mate had a spare ticket, so I went along with them. In the Arsenal end, I was spotted, but I was ok. When asked "what the f**k are you doing here?" they were satisfied with my reply that I was just up there for the day with my mates.

 

Got split up on the way from the ground, managing to lose the driver, so bunked back on the Arsenal special with the others who were in the same the car. It was so obvious that half the special knew I was Chelsea, they even knew I had Chelsea tattoos, which I kept covered nonetheless. As long as I played the game that I was with them, it was all good. Another time me and another couple of mates ran into a mob of Arsenal - nothing to do with football, just out for the evening. I happened to be wearing a Leeds hat that I'd acquired the previous weekend, and it was this that attracted their attention. Getting the usual "who he?" looks. I laughed and told them I'd nicked the hat. One of the black twins mentioned above spoke up. "Oh I know you. You're Chelsea but you were with us the other week. You know Donald, don't you?" I nodded and told him, yep, how you doing? "Great thanks, see you later." And that was it.

 

Those kinds of non violent encounters between London fans were common enough I'm sure, as was the occasional away trip with a rival mob, and to go back to the question posed in the first post of this thread, I think it's the sheer number of teams in London, along with the size of the city, that makes it different from anywhere else.

 

 

Living where you did, did you hear of or know the RAZOR/RAZA brothers mickey and steve..Both LE ARSE... I used to work n drink in Leytonstone when i lived in Walthamstow....Coming back from a match in 1971 The brothers and more Arse chased me down to a platform at Walthamstow central where i was dealt with

Edited May 9, 201313 yr by Mike Carefree

Living where you did, did you hear of or know the RAZOR/RAZA brothers mickey and steve..Both LE ARSE... I used to work n drink in Leytonstone when i lived in Walthamstow....Coming back from a match in 1971 The brothers and more Arse chased me down to a platform at Walthamstow central where i was dealt with

 

Micky Razor used to be in my class and we used to get the same bus from Leyton Green to Walthamstow Central area, wonder if he is still about? he would be knocking on a bit now maybe the brash exterior has mellowed and maybe he will turn up on here stranger things have happened.

Blind Gerry

 

I alway remember blind Gerry ,I know he was always at the away gamesin the 80's & 90's.