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“West Ham's mascot is a hammer, with a big hammer head, and he goes by the name of Hammerhead.
A hammer, of course, is a tool that delivers a blow with sudden impact and the heads are genuinely made of steel. The origin of a hammer as a mascot possibly stems from East London鈥檚 proud shipbuilding history and West Ham鈥檚 start in life as Thames Ironworks F.C. in the late 19th century.
So a mascot dressed as a hammer is a rather imposing figure, and true to form Hammerhead never deviates from the role he his playing.
He鈥檚 as broad-shouldered as he is tall, strutting around the ground with a real geezer walk and I couldn鈥檛 help but applaud the East London sense of humour. Hammerhead sets the scene for 90-minutes of banter, and I for one loved it!”
― Karl Wiggins, Gunpowder Soup

“These days, things were different. Much different.

For the most part, what fun there was to be had at Upton Park came from the cat and mouse side of the contest. Thinking on your feet and trying to outwit old bill while still trying to get one over on the opposition. It was like a real life computer game, Theme Hooligan.

He still got a buzz from it though, but not the same buzz. And he wasn鈥檛 alone. The scene was dying on its arse although that wasn鈥檛 always down to the police.”
― Dougie Brimson, Top Dog

“Heads up lads!鈥� someone shouted. 鈥淗ere we go!鈥�

More missiles, this time not just bottles, but coins as well. And then from the other side of the cordon, a roar went up. Bellowing across the road toward them.

Billy watched as the Manchester lads poured forward, desperately trying to force a way through the massed ranks of the police only to be driven back by batons and gloved fists.

Another salvo of bottles came flying across, trying to provoke a reaction. But the West Ham lads merely stood and laughed. They didn鈥檛 need to respond. The point had been made, the result earned.

Billy was happy. Very happy.”
― Dougie Brimson, Top Dog

“Fitchett smiled to himself.聽He loved this bit, when it鈥檚 about to kick off. Half terror, half ecstasy. The adrenaline surging through him like an electric current. His breathing coming in short gasps and his stomach trying to push its way up through his throat. 鈥楾he Buzz鈥� they called it. And they were right. Fitchett was buzzing, this was what it was all about for him. This blast of magic.”
― Dougie Brimson, The Crew

“Okay then, we鈥檙e set鈥� he thought. 鈥淐ome and get it鈥�. The enemy, his enemy, were walking into the classic football ambush and they didn鈥檛 have a fucking clue.”
― Dougie Brimson, The Crew