Bloody Casuals: Diary of a Football Hooligan

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This is a great book for any football loving supporter, as it looks at the life of a football supporter/casual during one of the most violent periods in British football history. Covering up his Glaswegian accent with the excuse that he worked offshore and wanted a fight, he joined ASC and watched on as they battled with fans from across the country. We’re working on some new stuff for that story right now, and I’m pretty happy with how that turned out. I've known several people become involved with various firms, people who lead otherwise perfectly normal lives.

Remember my brother getting his face re arranged when trying to get through Celtic fans when swapping ends at half time. The rebels have to fight off the federals, while also trying to secure aid from Federal America’s rival powers on Earth. I’d say Crimson Worlds is the closest thing to Flames Of Rebellion, so if that’s what they want, Marines, which is book one, is a good place to start. eventually we managed to get back out and there was fighting all the way back to the train station miles away. Religious, subnational, city-based, regional, and generation-based fault lines may draw into football hooliganism more people from higher on the social scale than tends to be the case in England.They couldn't pull the same numbers as Aberdeen, Motherwell or Rangers and because of the Hearts fans refusing to take of their "bovver boots" for Adidas or Dia Dora the small numbered CSF couldn't compete with the "Big Boys".

He soon met Bob Carmichael, a former firm member and offshore worker who had been a part of the casuals for around two decades.But there are a few of us that stay not to far away and I’d be happy to open my front door and welcome you in to take in a few hours of the Famous ! On discovering they were Everton fans, we almost fell over each other to tell them the ‘ripped breeks’ story. I also remember that fights definitely, definitely looked like the lads involved were all trained martial artists, rather than some young lads swinging the odd kick or punch at each other while shouting, "Cam On!

Always deemed as cowards by some but were soon stuck for words and tails tucked between the legs if words were exchanged. The book is full of escapades, described in such a way, that you can image the exact scene, hiding in a pub waiting for the moment that the Motherwell casuals are just passed the entrance waiting to be ambushed by the Aberdeen soccer casuals.

They seemed to me to be just interested in getting in a fight - you know, the kind of generally harmless scrapping and shouting that seems to go with football matches and leads to not much more than some black eyes, fat lips and good stories down the pub. Most high ranking martial Arts teachers in japan wouldn't last two minutes in a real fight, it really isn't like the Karate Kid you know.