One-Eyed Baz - The Story of Barrington 'Zulu' Patterson, One of Britain's Deadliest Men. Barrington Patterson & Cass Pennant

some of the lads with their truncheons. Police and Blues were running everywhere. Fucking Tranmere were running everywhere! All you could hear was: ‘You black bastards!’ ‘You niggers!’ ‘Get outside, get outside!’ Then they just left us there.

      We got into our cars and headed back to Birmingham city centre. After we got home, we went to a party at Edward’s Number 8 bar. We had a chat about it. There were about 60 of us dressed in our Burberry and Aquascutum. We all looked the part – know what I mean?

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      At home, we had Arsenal in a midweek night game and we thought we would batter them senseless. Me and my boys had it with them before the match in a row that went on for 10–15 minutes; we ended up running for our lives around the Bull Ring, even though we’d ambushed them on the way from the station. We gave it to them but suddenly they put us on the back foot; I ended up running down the ramp and straight into a taxi.

      I remember another time when we were uptown on a Saturday evening; Birmingham were playing Arsenal but I had no intention of going as I had no money. But we all gathered because we knew Arsenal were coming. There were about 15 of us hanging around by the train station.

      About 20 of them got off the train. We ran into them and bang, bang, bang! The police didn’t want to know, so we got a few hits in and then we legged it. Sometimes, when you’re fighting, you forget about the CCTV cameras.