Our derby is getting closer to becoming a bubble fixture. The police restricting the allocations to 2000, putting more measures in place to keep fans apart, Small Heath coming on 18 escorted coaches. The day we have to go to VP to get on an official coach to travel a few miles to The Sty is the day I stop going.
In terms of hardship, let's be honest, it's not exactly Stalingrad is it?Interesting to see people who bang on and on like Danny Dyer for most of the year suddenly being surprised that the police are trying to do something about this sort of nonsense, too.
Never mind a can of beans, somebody has opened a can of worms here. All a bit OTT to me, I bet all have seen worse than what will happen on the 23rd.
Their ground has about fifty different buses that go past, and town is about a ten minute walk.Tbh I'd be happy if they just made these "bubble matches". All away fans on coach, keep home fans for behind for ten minutes while away coaches leave under police motorcycle escort.
It all sounds a bit over the top to me, as was our detention and silly walk at their place (although it was easy enough to break away from that)... however the big issue here is that more people will now be walking the same route away from the ground as me and you lot all walk too bloody slow.Can the police cone off a fast lane for those of us that want to walk faster? If not, how about keeping all the slow walkers in the ground for a minute.
Quote from: four fornicholl on April 09, 2017, 10:16:26 PMNever mind a can of beans, somebody has opened a can of worms here. All a bit OTT to me, I bet all have seen worse than what will happen on the 23rd.You're right, we probably all have. I know I have, been caught up in it as well, didn't like it one bit and never want to get caught up in anything like it again thanks.I'd love this fixture to be a lovely Brummie Friendship match where we can all travel to the game on the train together after having a few jars in town discussing our relative fortunes this season, then bidding each other farewell on Witton Lane with a "good luck" and a promise to meet in The Bartons afterwards but we all know that there are far to many twats on both sides for thi , or anything even remotely like it, to ever happen.