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"A lull followed. The gunshots, we would learn, had been fired by the Turkish
police and had succeeded in dispersing the crazed mob to calm the situation.
I went to bed, brushing the glass off the bed before climbing under the sheets.
The adrenaline was still cursing through my blood and sleep was fitful, partly
because our room had no windows to protect us from the November chill, but also
exhausted from being awake 22 hours.
What happened next wasn't a dream, although it initially felt like it. A man
was kicking my feet. I bolted upright, rubbed my eyes and saw three Turkish
police officers and the end of my bed, one with a baton the size of Schmeichel.
It was 3:30 am and they booted Grant awake too. One of the officers shouted:"
We move you to another hotel!" in English. Given that we were sleeping in
a glass covered room without windows, it seemed reasonable. We were led
downstairs and into police vans, but instead of going to another hotel, we were
taken to a police station. After being breathalised, I was put into a cell with
six others.
Gradually, more United fans came into the station and we began to establish a
clearer picture of events. All the fans in our hotel had been taken into
custody to ten different police stations. It mattered not what age or sex you
were, you were locked up and your passport was confiscated. I'd done nothing
wrong and had never been in trouble, but that didn't matter.
Our cell was getting crowded and we hadn't had any food, drink or access to
anyone who spoke English. We were told that we would be moved to another
police station- hopefully one with more space. What this meant was that one
by one we had to walk towards a police van 20 yards away. In between, there
were countless TV cameras and journalists who we had to parade past as if we
were the guilty party. The pictures were later shown on television in Britain.
The family weren't impressed. Yet how were they to know I'd done nothing wrong?
At the next police station, 40 of us were crammed into a dark, dank, pit of
a cell. We'd still not eaten and were resigned to missing the match we'd flown
so far to see. At 7 o'clock, our captors shouted into our cell:" We take you
to airport." What this meant was: We put you on coaches and leave you there
while a big crowd of growling police officers from around you and intimidate
the shit out of you. eventually, we were taken to the airport. The police
lined up in front of the plane and we had to walk past them one by one as
they jostled us and laughed; by this time the match result had become apparent
and the 0-0 draw was good enough to knock United out. At the stadium, Eric
Cantona was lucky not to get knocked out when a Turkish police officer smacked
him on the back of his head with a truncheon, "We had a few who could look
after themselves," remembered Steve Bruce, "so we gave as good as we got. It
was certainly different- big rottweilers trying to bite you at a football
match and policemen hitting you with truncheons."
"The hatred of some of them was unbelievable," said Paul Ince. "If that's how
the fans do it to get a result then that's how it is, but some of their police
were trying to pick fights with us. It really kicked off."
Ryan Giggs was thoughtful:"You come across hostile grounds, maybe in countries
which aren't as developed as others, and they can be quite daunting. The smoke
that surrounds the ground, the smell of different cigarettes, that's what
makes them different. The Galatasaray fans had been in the ground six or seven
hours." and I thought getting into the Stretford Groundside two hours before
a match was early.
Back on the plane, the pilot insisted that we wouldn't take off until all our
passports had been returned. A policeman then boarded the plane with a black
bin liner full of our passports which he emptied out onto the floor by the
cockpit. All 164 confiscated passports had been marked 'Deporte' and it was
soon realised that six fans were not on the plane- six fans who were kept in a
Turkish prison for 26 days.
There was no shortage of journalists and TV cameras back at Manchester
airport either. At first they thought that we were just another group of
English thugs, but when they started to see the cross section of United fans
which included women and pensioners, they realised that there had been an
injustice and began to lend a sympathetic ear. They had their story.
Because of a campaign worked through the Football Supporters' Association,
MP Tom Pendry and the oft maligned David Mellor, the 'deporte' stamps were
revoked and the foreign office issued us with new passports free of charge.
Nobody was compensated though.
A year later United drew Galatasaray again. "We're going back to Hell,"
remarked Sir Alex Ferguson upon hearing the news, a year after saying that he
would never go back. Grant and I returned on a high security trip to experience
the atmosphere we'd missed. To this day it remains the loudest, maddest, most
febrile atmosphere I've ever experienced. the fan sang for 90 minutes like
their life depended upon it. And it wasn't even as loud as the first game
we'd missed.
In 1996, United played in Istanbul for the third time in four years against
Fenerbahce. Aware of the potential problems, the security remained tight for
the 200 travelling fans and problems were largely avoided. Leeds United fans
weren't so lucky when they made their first journey to Istanbul in 2000.
Two of their fans were stabbed to death.
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