MoorgateRoyal When we played Tranmere away back in 01/02 someone shouted 'fukk off Reading' out of a car window at me (I was wearing a Reading shirt and was 11 years of age). I thought he shouted 'come on Reading' and put my thumb up at him.
When my dad said they were Tranmere fans and had in fact sworn at me, I distinctly remember letting out a huge fart (had I not have had a dump at the services on the way up, it would have been solid) and that was the moment I understood the term 'shitting yourself'.
The abuse from a car full of grown men, let it be known, completely terrified me and said nothing at all for the rest of the walk up to the ground, although I remember getting out a sly 'fukk off Tranmere' during one of the game's tense moments, and my old man letting it slide (he usually told me and my brother off for swearing). I began to feel better after that and Tony Rougier's diving header, coupled with John Salako's free-kick, made me feel even better.
That was my first face-to-face dealing with anything even resembling a hoolie and I shat it completely, a feature that has remained into adulthood. And I still hate Tranmere.
Sounds like you were lucky to escape with your life.
This sounds like something Danny Dyer would like to hear about.
