Rangers and the Famous ICF: My Life With Scotland's Most-Feared Football Hooligan Gang Read Online Free PDF Page B
Author: Sandy Chugg
raves and getting loved-up. He always ensured we pulled a mob, even if the numbers had dwindled to as little as twenty. For that reason alone he is the most-important figure in modern-day (that is post-rave-scene) hooliganism.
Davie was also instrumental in the formation of the Scottish National Firm, which, although opposed by some older Rangers boys, ensured that at least we had an outlet for FV. That helped us get the ICF up and running again after the 1998 World Cup and since then we have enjoyed something of a renaissance.
My most vivid memory of Davie is of him going into his bag and handing out claw hammers when we got off the train at Slateford, prior to facing Hibs in what turned out to be our most humiliating defeat of all time. He was of course the first to steam into Hibs, helping us to back them off for the first few minutes of that battle.
It is just a pity that the book he wrote on his ICF experiences (
Rangers ICF
, published in 2008) didn’t do him justice. I blame the publisher and the ghost writer for that, not Davie.
Big Boris
Boris is another close personal friend. He was a latecomer to the scene, only really getting involved after the demise of the SNF in the late 1990s. Boris is another larger-than-life character, whose six-foot-plus frame and shaved head make him instantly recognisable.
He has enjoyed a rapid rise through the modern ICF and is now one of our top boys, thanks in large part to an extrovert personality, great networking skills and superb organisational ability. Those personal qualities have also enabled him to set up and run a very successful business. Boris likes nothing better than getting the boys together for a piss up or a day out.
But don’t run away with the idea that he is just a strategy bod. Boris can more than hold his own in a fight and has served two terms in prison for football-violence-related offences.
Warren B
The biggest compliment I can pay Warren is to tell you that he was the only Rangers boy to come from Edinburgh at the onset of the casual scene. It is a testament to his strength of character that he made the trip to Glasgow week in, week out despite many threats from Hibs and Hearts. These threats were not of the idle variety and Warren got attacked by one of the CCS boys while he was in hospital. That was a disgrace but I am afraid the knuckle draggers who run with the Hobos don’t know any better.
He was of course as well known for his love of right-wing politics as he was for following Rangers. He became head of security for the British National Party in Scotland and helped to guard its leader, Nick Griffin, when he ventured north of the border.
It may surprise some people to learn that Warren is one of the friendliest, most amiable lads you could ever meet. He is just a genuinely nice guy. That doesn’t mean he can’t handle himself because he is no mean scrapper, someone you would always want alongside you in the trenches.
Alan Christie
Clydebank’s finest, another ICF stalwart, and someone who has been on the scene since the early 1980s. In his pomp he was a slim, tall, wiry boy and always in the front line, earning him the respect of the likes of Barry,Harky and Carrick. AC was another who kept going through the dark days of the early Nineties.
Fun to be around and great company, he and his pal Sick Mick were a great comedy duo and kept us well entertained, especially during our forays abroad.
I will never forget him and Harky going at it with thirty hoolies from down south on Jamaica Bridge prior to a Scotland–England game in the late Eighties. I was sitting in a police heavy-eight, having just been arrested, and the way those two got stuck in despite being massively outnumbered was awe-inspiring.
Big Fin
Springburn’s answer to Shane Warne. Tall, burly, blond hair, suntanned. Fin first got involved with the ICF in its John Street Jam heyday in 1993/94. With his two pals, Davy and John, they were affectionately dubbed the ‘Christmas
Davie was also instrumental in the formation of the Scottish National Firm, which, although opposed by some older Rangers boys, ensured that at least we had an outlet for FV. That helped us get the ICF up and running again after the 1998 World Cup and since then we have enjoyed something of a renaissance.
My most vivid memory of Davie is of him going into his bag and handing out claw hammers when we got off the train at Slateford, prior to facing Hibs in what turned out to be our most humiliating defeat of all time. He was of course the first to steam into Hibs, helping us to back them off for the first few minutes of that battle.
It is just a pity that the book he wrote on his ICF experiences (
Rangers ICF
, published in 2008) didn’t do him justice. I blame the publisher and the ghost writer for that, not Davie.
Big Boris
Boris is another close personal friend. He was a latecomer to the scene, only really getting involved after the demise of the SNF in the late 1990s. Boris is another larger-than-life character, whose six-foot-plus frame and shaved head make him instantly recognisable.
He has enjoyed a rapid rise through the modern ICF and is now one of our top boys, thanks in large part to an extrovert personality, great networking skills and superb organisational ability. Those personal qualities have also enabled him to set up and run a very successful business. Boris likes nothing better than getting the boys together for a piss up or a day out.
But don’t run away with the idea that he is just a strategy bod. Boris can more than hold his own in a fight and has served two terms in prison for football-violence-related offences.
Warren B
The biggest compliment I can pay Warren is to tell you that he was the only Rangers boy to come from Edinburgh at the onset of the casual scene. It is a testament to his strength of character that he made the trip to Glasgow week in, week out despite many threats from Hibs and Hearts. These threats were not of the idle variety and Warren got attacked by one of the CCS boys while he was in hospital. That was a disgrace but I am afraid the knuckle draggers who run with the Hobos don’t know any better.
He was of course as well known for his love of right-wing politics as he was for following Rangers. He became head of security for the British National Party in Scotland and helped to guard its leader, Nick Griffin, when he ventured north of the border.
It may surprise some people to learn that Warren is one of the friendliest, most amiable lads you could ever meet. He is just a genuinely nice guy. That doesn’t mean he can’t handle himself because he is no mean scrapper, someone you would always want alongside you in the trenches.
Alan Christie
Clydebank’s finest, another ICF stalwart, and someone who has been on the scene since the early 1980s. In his pomp he was a slim, tall, wiry boy and always in the front line, earning him the respect of the likes of Barry,Harky and Carrick. AC was another who kept going through the dark days of the early Nineties.
Fun to be around and great company, he and his pal Sick Mick were a great comedy duo and kept us well entertained, especially during our forays abroad.
I will never forget him and Harky going at it with thirty hoolies from down south on Jamaica Bridge prior to a Scotland–England game in the late Eighties. I was sitting in a police heavy-eight, having just been arrested, and the way those two got stuck in despite being massively outnumbered was awe-inspiring.
Big Fin
Springburn’s answer to Shane Warne. Tall, burly, blond hair, suntanned. Fin first got involved with the ICF in its John Street Jam heyday in 1993/94. With his two pals, Davy and John, they were affectionately dubbed the ‘Christmas
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