The Brick by Paul Debrick

Author:Paul Debrick [Debrick, Paul]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: frontline, hooliganism, football, hooligan, soccer, middlesbrough
Publisher: Milo Books Ltd
Published: 2011-04-13T22:00:00+00:00

DERBY COUNTY

I’VE BEEN TO Derby countless times, from the old Baseball Ground with the tin sheets down the alleyways to the new Pride Park stadium which, incidentally, is very similar to the Riverside in Middlesbrough. We used to take a massive mob down there. Just after Euro ’96 we took quite a large mob down by train and arrived in Derby around 11am. We left the station and came out on to the road where we had been told that their main boozer was and headed straight for it. A couple of Derby’s lads spotted us and they were surprised at how many we’d brought and mentioned that they’d seen us in London at the England-Scotland game.

We entered the pub, which had just opened, so obviously none of their lads had arrived. The two Derby lads stayed outside and got on their mobiles, telling their lads we were mob-handed. We all got drinks and soon enough we were taking calls off some of their lads asking about numbers. We told them, “Come to us, you know we’re here.” How I have always seen it, you get into someone’s city all up for it and mob-handed and you get their early, you’ve done your bit, and their mob should come and make a show, but it wasn’t always like that. Most of the time they’d get in touch with us and tell us to go looking for them. I’ve lost count how many times mobs have come to Boro and, within minutes, we’d be there fronting them. That’s what it’s all about. If you just want to sit there and drink and have a few lines, what’s the point, it’s a wasted journey. You can sit at home and drink and talk a good off. You don’t get it unless you’re prepared to look for it and most of our lads were prepared to look, that’s what made us a good mob right through the years. We’ve got our share of idiots that think wearing a Stone Island coat makes them a football hooligan but the majority of our lads are good, sound, game lads who love an off.

The police arrived outside the pub in large numbers, making it difficult for the Derby lads to come round and have it with us. One of my mates from Acklam had known some of the Derby lads for a while and had been on the phone to them. He told me that they were in a boozer just a short walk towards the city centre and asked if I wanted to go and meet them. “Yeah, nice one,” I said, so we both finished our drinks and set off to their pub. I thought the police would stop us but when I told the coppers outside the pub door we had to go to the mini bank, he let us go.

We arrived at their boozer and walked straight in to a large mob of Derby’s lads and started talking. One large black lad seemed to be in charge of them and he must have been their top boy.

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