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from the Guardian's knowledge section today - I never heard of this - anyone? Bueller?
"Less widely broadcast was the banning of confectionery at a number of lower-league grounds in the 1990s when Brentford were the visiting team," adds Mike Deller. "Indeed, at one match (a promotion deciding end-of season thriller at Southend) I was personally stopped outside the turnstiles by a member of Southend's finest and asked: 'Excuse me sir, but do you have any ... confectionery about your person?' (This was delivered with all the gravitas of an undercover narc asking if he might 'score some weed, maaaan' at the Loonpants-a-Go-Go Discotheque some time in the late Sixties). Fortunately for me, all I had was a packet of wine gums and a king-sized tube of Refreshers; the constabulary were set on locating people attempting to smuggle handfuls of Chomp bars into the ground.
"At the time, an enthusiastic set of Bees supporters had managed to obtain an advertising hoarding depicting an oversized Chomp bar, at the time just about the cheapest bar in existence, and would, at any contentious refereeing decision, brandish said board, chant "Chomp, chomp, chomp" and lob handfuls of bars on to the pitch. Chomp bars were therefore banned. The Chomp lads rebranded themselves, if memory serves well, as the Brentford Cheesemen, holding aloft varieties of dairy product at appropriate (and inappropriate) moments during matches in subsequent seasons – but never, ever, throwing them on to the pitch. You couldn't accuse them of having no regard for the wellbeing of the sportsmen of the day.
"Less widely broadcast was the banning of confectionery at a number of lower-league grounds in the 1990s when Brentford were the visiting team," adds Mike Deller. "Indeed, at one match (a promotion deciding end-of season thriller at Southend) I was personally stopped outside the turnstiles by a member of Southend's finest and asked: 'Excuse me sir, but do you have any ... confectionery about your person?' (This was delivered with all the gravitas of an undercover narc asking if he might 'score some weed, maaaan' at the Loonpants-a-Go-Go Discotheque some time in the late Sixties). Fortunately for me, all I had was a packet of wine gums and a king-sized tube of Refreshers; the constabulary were set on locating people attempting to smuggle handfuls of Chomp bars into the ground.
"At the time, an enthusiastic set of Bees supporters had managed to obtain an advertising hoarding depicting an oversized Chomp bar, at the time just about the cheapest bar in existence, and would, at any contentious refereeing decision, brandish said board, chant "Chomp, chomp, chomp" and lob handfuls of bars on to the pitch. Chomp bars were therefore banned. The Chomp lads rebranded themselves, if memory serves well, as the Brentford Cheesemen, holding aloft varieties of dairy product at appropriate (and inappropriate) moments during matches in subsequent seasons – but never, ever, throwing them on to the pitch. You couldn't accuse them of having no regard for the wellbeing of the sportsmen of the day.
