Which areas are Villa? Which areas are Blues?

[Percy McCarthy]

Who was it said the 'gobby coward Villa fans would shit themselves if they bumped into b-lose' and who's 'tasty' mates were scared to go to the Sty? By the way, have you informed your mates yet about events that night? Funny how it turned out in the end wasn't it? Not what your imaginary friends expected at all.

[lichfield lion]

I didn't go, but the people i have spoke with that went said they stayed with the Villa fans for an hour or so at the ground afterwards before getting escorted through Digbeth.
You really like all the sad posturing by the sounds of things. I'm amazed you find time to sell H&V, with all the hooliganism going on.

[saunders_heroes]

Dear oh dear, the obsessed " i believe all the hooligan books/stories" one is frothing at the mouth again. 

Stop pretending to be a Villa and go back to the Sty.

[Chris Smith]

I didn't go, but the people i have spoke with that went said they stayed with the Villa fans for an hour or so at the ground afterwards before getting escorted through Digbeth.
You really like all the sad posturing by the sounds of things. I'm amazed you find time to sell H&V, with all the hooliganism going on.

Honestly, you're not convincing anyone.

[lichfield lion]

Yawwwwn. Obviously you believe what your 'mate' Percy has put about, and that is your perogative. Maybe He really believes i'm someone he knows, i really don't know, but i don't know him and that's the truth. If people on here choose to believe i'm a blues fan there really is nothing i can do about it unfortunately.

[Percy McCarthy]

Which hooligan book tells the story of the notorious desperadoes so scared of public transport they will only travel to the home of their local rivals by official coach? Doesn't sound very good.


'It was the day of the big game
 and I was buzzing. Mom had left me an outfit to wear and ran me a bath. Making good use of the soap, I hid my 2-carat gold bollocks on a chain up my arse - I didn't want to get sussed out until I was ready. I plotted up in the kitchen away from the prying eyes of the OB who were crawling all over the lounge - my brother is a special constable. Taxi to the Sty as I didn't want to get on any buses or trains today - those Villa bastards have got spotters everywhere, even in the staunchest nose areas since they won the European Cup. As if to prove my point, we spotted a big firm of Vilers in the Macdonalds just down the road from the Sty. A few of our big dogs were straining at the leash to get stuck into them but there were too many of them and it would have been a suicide mission - it was a birthday party. Clever bastards. All the firm was there as the coaches arrived. No colours on show, we didn't want the  gobby cowards to shit themselves as soon as they bumped into anyone. Them that is, not us. The OB were there in force, s
ome of us tried to shake them by hiding in the coach toilets but they were wise to it. Heads down as we drove past Vile Park, no singing - we didn't want it coming on top til we could really do some damage. We slipped silently into the ground having negotiated the thirty yard trek from the coach park. So far it had gone like a military operation, albeit an Italian one. I was about to flick the V's at one of Vile's top boys but next time I get nicked I'm going away for a very long time, and anyway, he was with his dad. I took my seat and felt the pain of my b-lose badge dig me in the arse. I must have shit myself a bit when I saw how far it was from the coach park to the ground. I scanned the crowd to pick out a victim for later, and made eye contact with a Viler in the family stand. This was my moment - I drew back my hand and with my index finger made the best, most threatening cut-throat gesture ever. And in that one mad  moment I didn't give a fuck that she was with her husband.

We lost, of course.'

[olaftab]

Anyway it probably should be all red from all the midland plastic mancs and bindippers

Birmingham must have one of the highest rates of gloryhunting out of the major cities.

Does anyone in Aston actually support Villa?

And does anyone in Small Heath actually support Blues?

I do know  people in Aston who support the Villa and Small Heath who support Small Heath however I agree with both of you mainly people in these two boroughs  are  f in glory hunting wankers.

[lichfield lion]

Which hooligan book tells the story of the notorious desperadoes so scared of public transport they will only travel to the home of their local rivals by official coach? Doesn't sound very good.


'It was the day of the big game
 and I was buzzing. Mom had left me an outfit to wear and ran me a bath. Making good use of the soap, I hid my 2-carat gold bollocks on a chain up my arse - I didn't want to get sussed out until I was ready. Taxi to the Sty as I didn't want to get on any buses or trains today - those Villa bastards have got spotters everywhere, even in the staunchest nose areas since they won the European Cup. All the firm was there as the coaches arrived. No colours on show, we didn't want to give ourselves away until the time was right. The OB were there in force, some of us tried to shake them by hiding in the coach toilets but they were wise to it. Heads down as we drove past the Vile ground, no singing - we didn't want it coming on top til we could really do some damage. We slipped silently into the ground having negotiated the thirty yard trek from the coach park. I was about to flick the V's at one of Vile's top boys but next time I get nicked I'm going away for a very long time, and anyway, he was with his dad. I took my seat and felt the pain of my b-lose badge dig me in the arse. I must have shit myself a bit when I saw how far it was from the coach park to the ground. I scanned the crowd to pick out a victim for later, and made eye contact with a Viler in the family stand. This was my moment - I drew back my hand and with my index finger made the best, most threatening cut-throat gesture ever. And in that one mad  moment I didn't give a fuck that she was with her husband.

We lost, of course.'

Crazy! 
I don't read those bull**it hooligan books, they don't interest me. Full of made up tales of amazing bravery in the face of total cowardice. Hope you enjoy the new one out by the Norwich naughty tweety pies, it'll probably have you creaming your new superman boxer shorts by the time you've finished the first paragraph.
Sad sad sad boy!

[Handsworth Wood Villa]

I know we like to be fair minded but their support, home and away, for a city of this size is embarrassing.

Surely you could level the same accusation at us.

For a city of this size, we should have bigger support than the likes of Everton, Man City, Leeds, Newcastle and Sunderland.

[Percy McCarthy]

Oh God, here's the other one. Does anyone else miss Sheldon nose or whatever his name was?

[Legion]

Sits back, opens king-size tub of popcorn...

[olaftab]

Keep a sharp eye on proceedings though as there is  serious danger of fights breaking out here!

[Handsworth Wood Villa]

Oh God, here's the other one. Does anyone else miss Sheldon nose or whatever his name was?

I'm a Villa fan 

Altogether now, My Old Man...

[E I Adio]

I took her up the Prince Hal when she was seventeen.

The Prince Hal you say? Marvellous.

Never heard it called that before.

[gaucho1966]

Which hooligan book tells the story of the notorious desperadoes so scared of public transport they will only travel to the home of their local rivals by official coach? Doesn't sound very good.


'It was the day of the big game
 and I was buzzing. Mom had left me an outfit to wear and ran me a bath. Making good use of the soap, I hid my 2-carat gold bollocks on a chain up my arse - I didn't want to get sussed out until I was ready.Taxi to the Sty as I didn't want to get on any buses or trains today - those Villa bastards have got spotters everywhere, even in the staunchest nose areas since they won the European Cup. All the firm was there as the coaches arrived. No colours on show, we didn't want the  gobby cowards to shit themselves as soon as they bumped into anyone. Them that is, not us. The OB were there in force, some of us tried to shake them by hiding in the coach toilets but they were wise to it. Heads down as we drove past the Vile ground, no singing - we didn't want it coming on top til we could really do some damage. We slipped silently into the ground having negotiated the thirty yard trek from the coach park. I was about to flick the V's at one of Vile's top boys but next time I get nicked I'm going away for a very long time, and anyway, he was with his dad. I took my seat and felt the pain of my b-lose badge dig me in the arse. I must have shit myself a bit when I saw how far it was from the coach park to the ground. I scanned the crowd to pick out a victim for later, and made eye contact with a Viler in the family stand. This was my moment - I drew back my hand and with my index finger made the best, most threatening cut-throat gesture ever. And in that one mad  moment I didn't give a fuck that she was with her husband.

We lost, of course.'

Hilarious.