if you think Millwall is a scary place to go now, you should have experienced the Old Den in Coldblow Lane! I went once, and believe me that was enough. At the time Wolves were on their way to promotion, and this was part of the run in. Millwall had an incredible home record -- they'd gone something like 50-odd home games unbeaten. And as for the supporters -- real hard cases, and I'm not talking here about the skinheads in their Doc Martins and braces, but the older guys in their 40s -- mainly dockers in those days -- who stood there impassively... until anybody scored aginst them. The Old Den was small, and surrounded by streets of terraced houses, just off the Old Kent Road. That day it was packed. The game was evenly balanced, but Millwall were a very tough nut at home and went 1-0 up. The mood in the crowd was light, no threat at all, as Millwall approached victory. Then, in the 89th minute, Wolves were awarded a penalty. Immediate clenching of fists all around the ground. Who would take it? Wolves fans looked on in amazement as Dave Wagstaffe put the ball on the spot. Never, as far as anyone could recall, had he taken one before; at that time it was usually Terry Wharton. A hushed descended, followed by an explosion of joy as Wagstaffe missed it. So Millwall would win 1-0 after all... Then in the dying, dying seconds, Wolves attacked. the ball bobbled to the Doog, who completely mi$$$$ his shot. But the ball bobbled towards the line, hit a Millwall defender, and went in. 1-1! A Millwall fan immediately ran onto the pitch, attempted to assault Dougan and was dragged off by the police. After a couple of minutes of this, the game restarted and the ref blew straightaway for time. We started to move towards the exits, but the 'boot-boys' had already got to work, amply aided by the middle-aged dockers. It's the first time I have taken my scarf off and hid it. Outside the ground, as we tried to get back to the coaches, there were Wolves fans running on the rooves of parked cars to get away from the howling mobs of Millwall fans. Coaches bricked and spat on. I've never been so scared in my life. This is not, I hasten to add, a glorification of violence, but how it was. In my experience, at this particular time (late 60s) the West Ham fans were also like this -- lots of boot-boys who attended games 'tooled up'. Some of the worst violence I have seen at a football match was at a West Ham v Swindon 3rd round cup game the same year as the Millwall game I've described, 1967, which was a long time before the invention of the 'Intercity Firm'.