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The Tractor Boys have never had a proper firm, but I have had the honour of being run by their mob. Me and four mates drove up there and I had to get back early for a do. As we left the ground, about five or six nippers started mouthing off on the other side of the road. We just give ’em the “fuck off” mugs, but one ran over and kicked a mate up the arse, so we chased them up the hill, where about 50 of their mates swarmed us. There was a quick turnaround as I watched my mates in the distance. I stopped up against a wall and they came in round me so we could all discuss the merits of the 4-4-2 system. I explained as there were only four of us, we weren’t “football” or a firm, and this confused the bumpkins. Hooligan law states that you can’t lay into anybody else if they’re not up for it, so we got away.