Can't recall the year but Allan Clarke had just taken the managers role and it was the week after we'd drawn 0-0 with Man Utd when it all kicked off downstairs in the South Stand.
Leeds had never really taken a big following to Roker Park previously,it was a scary place and no mistaking.
However it was at the time when we started to realise there was genuine safety in numbers and places like Everton,both Manc clubs,Boro etc became enjoyable days out instead of trips to fear.
Decided to take my chances with the older nutters in Silba's van for the trip to Roker Park based on the fact that if it kicked off I was in good company.
Fairly sure Soldierant,ex of this parish was onboard too.
Anyhow, when we finally arrived at Roker Park,suitably pissed after drinking numerous cans of cheap lager, Silba's decides to park it down one of those side streets where there's rows and rows of terrace houses.....not good!
We gets out,about 20 of us,maybe less,and starts the walk up to the ground.
Sure enough just as we reach the end of the street a mob of about 40 or so skinhead types with Mackem scarves on have formed a nice guard of honour!
At this point I reckon I've just soiled my under crackers with a first coat!
Honey Monster from Bradford was with us (thank fuck) turns round and reminds us that if anyone runs,we'll have him to deal with after!!
So we make a charge,I positioned myself strategically behind him and Bamber(another fruitcake from Bradford).
Surprisingly the Mackems scatter but not before one of them had left his fist in the way of my nose which felt like it had spread itself all over my face....claret everywhere!
Anyway we gets in the ground and despite the fact there's about 3 or 4 thousand Leeds in that open air end behind the goal,myself and our kid,who'd also gone up, decided there was no fucking way we were heading back in that van given the obvious reception that was awaiting.
So we went the way of the main Leeds escort after and blagged it on to the Wally trolley coach to Bradford.
Trouble is there was more people on it than seats so seems others had had the same idea.
The coach gets on to the A1..or was it the A19?..can't remember, but one of the drivers comes round checking tickets and of course we don't have any!
So the cunt stops the coach at the next parking lay by and tells those without tickets to get off!!
Think there was half a dozen or so of us.
So we're walking down the hard shoulder thumbing a lift and of course no fuckers bothered to pick 6 numb nuts with Leeds scarves on,least of all when one of them has dried blood all over his jacket!
At this point we observe quite a few coaches of Boro fans heading back up the other carriageway and decide it's a good idea to start waving the vickers at them.
Not the best idea because one of the coaches had somehow found a way to do an about turn and pulled up on another lay by about 100 yards behind us!
A glance back and there's about 30 Boro fans steaming down the hard shoulder our way!
At that point I grabbed our kid and we headed through a thicket into a field and waded through mud which seemed a foot deep to get out the way.
Absolutely no idea what happened to the others but about an hour later we ended up totally lost in some little village.
We heads into a boozer, mud up to our knees, my nose still all over my face and the guy behind the bar says "what the fucks happened to you two?"
Tells him the tale and he starts pissing himself, turns out he's a diehard Newcastle fan.
He pulls 50 quid out of the till and tells us a taxi's on the way!
We finally get home at about midnight...the old fella is still up and not happy when he sees the state of us but that's another story.
Think we won 1-0 too but couldn't swear to it!
Happy days (ish)!
RIP Silba and Honey Monster by the way,2 legends.
Managerial endeavour = houses = money.