Had a similar experience, playing in goals against the Ferguslie boys, guy behind my goal wants to chat away with me while the ball is up the other end of the park, I notice he has what he called "a dug" with him, I swear, this thing was the guardian of the underworld.Played a cup game against a team from Ferguslie Park back in the 80s when skinheads were still a thing and there was a squad of them along the touchline with dogs straining on the leash.
I was playing right wing and anytime I got close to them it was to be met with a barrage of threats, most of them involving knives.
Objects kept getting thrown onto the pitch and the ref had to keep stopping the game and threatening to abandon it and award it to us. Which didn’t go down well. I kept drifting more and more infield much to the consternation of our coach as the dogs kept barking and snarling at the side.
Despite it all we trounced them 10-3 or something (I got a couple) and after it there was a big rammy involving just about everyone before they put some bricks through the back of our mini van window as we drove off.
Happy days.
Him, "Keeper, what's the score?"
Me, "1-1"
Him, "Keeper"
Me, "what?"
Him, "see the next time the ball goes out for a bye kick, im setting the dug on ye!"
At least he warned me.
5 minutes later, boy of theirs has a pop at goal that soars high and wide, after a few seconds, ref shouts, "keeper, it's a goal kick!"
"Don't you worry about it. I know the fkn rules..."