I'm going to be a big fan of the game. Arsenal North Bank as a middle wall supporter in the Arsenal North Bank, which is their high end. I totally gendered up on there because with the guy from the pub and 15 are the biggest fuckers I've ever seen, never seen before. And you come with us, so I went with them and so did the sergeant and the sergeant bold out. He went and left. So I was on the terraces with these 15 men and me and thinking, this is only going to end fucking one way. Now, make a tell, I was absolutely, I was nervous. I suppose in the blight it's way important. You know, 15 top blokes me surrounded by 8000 Arsenal and then they start singing no one lights us in the middle of the Arsenal North Bank. And I'll be like, singing no one lights us in the middle of the game, I'm going to fucking die here. And it just fucking, he just, think about footballs, it just, he had that eerie silence before everything fucking goes horribly wrong. So he just went completely silent, like completely fucking silent. And he just, everyone moved out. And the first case, step forward and started coming towards me because I was the smallest and the guy who was next to me, as he came towards me, steps in front of me and just went, I just hit this case, I fucking squarely on the nose and he just went, Bosch, straight enough, almost did a fucking complete flip in the air and then just landed on his head on the concrete terraces. And everyone, all the middle boys, all of everyone just went, ooh, I mean, he just went on, I mean, he fucking properly clouted and then it was like, crowd-like and dumb and these two little guys scuttled out, grabbed him and dragged him back and then the thing closed and then he just kicked the fuck off. What was that method then that was at the plan to go on there we end and just close it and, of course, then the Arsenal way ends, look what we can do. We're in there with Info-Tradue and then it was fucking fight for your life to get to the pitch. Which is why I did. I got up with Mills and last thing you're doing that scenario is go fucking down. You go down your fucked. You have to do whatever you can to stay on your feet. Did you get respect from them all? I got onto the pitch and got arrested and back then there were, I've said this in the part, there were two sorts of police officers that police football. There was what I used to call the KKAs, they were the big fat lazy fuckers who drive a desk in the week and work football and saturdays for the overtime. Then there was the tactical support group but who were more affectionately known as the Thickenstupid group who just want to have a fucking fight. They get shields and batons and fucking helmets and want to charge at people and eat things. That's your mix of football. You got the Thickenstupid group and the KKAs and I got the KKAs and instead of taking me behind the goal and down the tunnel which is what he should have done this way, he went the wrong way and walked towards 10,000 mil. His grip just lessened and lessened as we got closer and closer to the mil where we were going, fucking mental. As we got led across the all kicked off of the seats above me, those guy called Ginger Bob was up there and he all fucking went off. And he basically let go of me and I just ran, dodged the cart with all the people and dived in the crowd and that was it. So then all I was always known as the guy that fucking led the charge at my own snore and dived into the crowd.