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Play-Off final 1990-91. Yes, I know it wasn't us. It was Notts County v Brighton and the seaweed lost 3-1. I spent the whole match at Wembley in the Brighton end proudly wearing my Palace shirt. No lie.

Hairy? I'll say!

Anyone remember bumping into Newcastle at Victoria underground probably late 70s. First day of the season we had just got back from Blackburn they had been relegated previous season and had just been stuffed by Millewall. There were lots of NCB donkey jackets about and a big punch up at the bottom of the escalator. I remember one Palace lad having his jacket ripped of and lots of confused tourists. Some people had to retreat back and escape on the tube.
Generally Everton and Liverpool could be counted on to be nasty, also remember that alley down the side of the ground at Rotherham, not very nice.

Pat Towers and the wilton mob used to terrorise the away fans

In March 1977, I went with some friends to see Oxford United play Palace and never expected any trouble as Oxford was not one of those Teams that made the papers as having a hooligan element. We had a nice drive there, parked up and had a couple of beers prior to walking through a Cemetary with loads of other Palace fans on the way to the ground. I thought that I must have had 'one too many' when I started to see heads peering over the grave stones. Suddenly, and from all around us, we were set upon by Oxford yobs and not a policeman in sight. Palace gave a good account of themselves although I remember that I had a bloody nose and a cut lip that was hard to explain away to the Missus when I got home that evening. I ask you.........Oxford of all places. I think we drew the match but it was that Evening that Oxford and former Chelsea player Peter Houseman died alongside his wife and two married friends in a car crash on the way back from a Charity event. It is one of those things that sticks in your mind particularly as Peter had played against Palace that day and he also attended the same school as me, Spencer Park near Wandsworth Common. Peter was a couple of years older than me and he was in the same Form as Alan Pinkney who played for Crystal Palace when Peter was at Chelsea.

I remember that school,looked like an old scary castle.

I went to Wandsworth school but only for a year or two,ended up at Tulse Hill.
Dunno what was worse getting a good hiding at Footie or getting it at Tulse Hill

Wasn't an away game as such, but had just finshed a shift at work, Dad had given me the programme from Palace v Derby and was reading it on the train, when a load of Brighton fans (heavily drunk) got on the same train.

Never before have I ever felt s*** scared, especially when they started to throw their bottles across the coach.

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