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Have you ever been to the Baseball Ground in the early 70's with some cats ?

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Hinesy:
Then tell us about the visit to the ol sandpit and why you took the felines...










*only realy expecting one answer here but you never know....

shanklyboy:
Ok............heres the tale!...or 9 tales!
We had a cat that had a litter of about 7 kittens and my brother was supposed to take them to the vets to have them checked out. Well thats what they told me, but I I have my doubts. I think the real reason was....(This is where any young ladies, Upper Centenary or corporate box owners should look away )...... they were having them put down but didn't want to upset me as I was only a kid. He forgot to take them and decided to do the impossible and thought of a better idea.
He decided in his wisdom that we would take them to the vets on the way to Lime St to get the special to Derby. This wasn't one of his better decisions as events of the day would show.
We got to the vets and it was closed, so he decided we would find a vets near Lime St. After waiting for ages for a bus into town we just got to the station in time to jump on the train.
By this time, the cats....who were in an old Slazenger bag were getting a bit agitated and started crying. The bag looked like it had a life of its own and was starting to get some strange looks as it gyrated and mewed between my feet. Yes.....I was given the honour of carrying the bag!
So the cunning plan at this point was to take the bag of cats to a vet in Derby and pick them up after the game. Fantastic!
In those days there wasn't a police escort at away games the idea was to get to the station in Derby and just wander off in search of a vet!
When we got to Derby there was a nice friendly reception party put on by the locals! So amid the chaos and like a true warrior my brother dragged me into a shop doorway and decided that plan 'B' should be put into operation. We would treat the bag of increasingly agitated kittens to a day at the Baseball Ground watching the reds! They mewed with delight!
Once the fighting had eased off we walked to the ground...still getting some strange, puzzled looks.
We were supposed to be meeting some mates outside the away end but they were nowhere to be seen. In the interests of safety and to save further strange looks in our direction my brother decided we should just go into the ground.
As a kid in those days I looked like I had covered myself in glue and ran round a scarf shop! I had them tied everywhere. Neck, wrists, tied through the belt loops of my Flemings!
We entered the ground and went to the cafe for a pie and a cup of tea/Watneys Red. We treated the bag of cats to some crisps which my brother emptied into the bag. Unlike me, my brother seemed unperturbed by the number of Derby fans in the 'away end'......nor the lack of Liverpool fans ! I asked him if this was the right end  and he assured me that it was..."Been here fuckin loads of times" The strange looks continued.......mind you it did help in the queue for the pies!
We walked out onto the terrace which was packed and could then hear the reds fans singing. "Told you it was our end" he said as we tried to ease our way through the tightly packed crowd. There seemed to be a large number of Derby fans in there and I hadn't seen 1 red and white scarf at that point. I soon realised...unlike my brother that the looks we were now getting had little to do with the bag of cats and everything to do with the dickhead covered in Liverpool scarves. We were now getting some abuse and being pushed about. A copper on the pitch saw us...or more likely saw my display of scarves and beckoned us to come down to the front. My brother then conceded that " They must have changed the ground around".we stated walking through the jolly Derby fans to the front. The Liverpool fans were about 20 feet to our right, separated by a fence. They saw the abuse we were getting and all hell broke loose. There was murder!The cats seemed to sense the problem and the bag was jumping all over the place as I held it up to my chest to stop them getting crushed. It was hard getting through the sea of fans but my brother seeing an opportunity to appeal to some perceived kindness in the Derby fans was informing those in front of him " Watch your backs mate.......got a bag of cats here", as he pointed over his shoulder with his thumb.
The reds fans by this time were trying to get at the Derby fans though the fence and some bottles etc were being thrown from both sides. We made it to the wall at the front of the terrace and the copper had gone. He had joined some others in grabbing some Liverpool fans out of the terrace. My brother lifted me over the wall onto the running track. So there I am standing there looking at the chaos before me and he's trying to get the bag of cats off some blokes he asked to hold it while he got me over the wall. Their curiosity must have got the better of them and one opened the bag. God knows what he must have thought when he saw what was inside, but he was showing it to his mates. Probably so he didn't think he was going off his head.
My brother got out and we were escorted into the safety of the Liverpool fans.
The cats seemed to enjoy the game and joined in most of the songs!
We ended up taking them all back home again and even let them have a run around on the train back home...I think we got them all back. My brother did try to sell them on a few occasions which made me think they weren't going to the vets to be checked out.
Anyway.....we ended up keeping them all. Well you can't throw a bag of reds into the canal can you!   

Hinesy:
That's a class story mate, class
;D

David Benitez:
Laughing my nut off on a full train. A great story and well told. I bet the Derby fan who held the bag thinks of that day quite often!

24/7:
That's the best anecdote I've read on here and one of the best I have ever heard! Quality! I hope you names all the kittens after players from the time......... ;D

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