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WALLIS V SMALL Tony Small in 1993 made with AI Who was Tony Small? "Fat bastard with caterpillars on his face." - Eddie Wallis. He was born in the mid 1950s, the son of Greek Cypriots who settled in Rotherhithe. Tony wasn't born with that name. His real name is Kostas. He chose Tony because it sounded tough and gangster-like, a nod to infamous figures like Fat Tony Salerno. He saw himself as a modern-day Al Capone, if Al Capone had come from Rotherhithe. He chose Small because it was simple and unassuming, the kind of name that didn't draw attention, but was easy to remember. Eddie’s hatred for Tony wasn’t just about football. Tony really got on Eddie's nerves. He was too happy all the time for Eddie's liking. Eddie didn’t put Tony’s constant cheerfulness down to him being genuinely happy. He'd long since decided that Tony was just a simpleton. A greedy, fat simpleton. However, behind all the laughs, behind the crumbs on his shirt and the stupid grin, Tony was still a man people feared. Tony singlehandedly kept London hospitals in business. Tony was a wrecking ball, and his fights were like watching a wardrobe fall down a flight of stairs. Loud, messy, and impossible to stop. Love at First Punch Dom and Tony had already been going at it for years. Fights between them were just part of the routine. It wasn't always about hatred. It was just the way things were. The ICF and the Bushwackers were never meant to get along. When it was Eddie's turn, he made it personal. Eddie took things to heart. It wasn’t just about football anymore. Eddie wanted to hurt Tony. Properly. This wasn’t ICF versus Bushwackers anymore. This was Eddie Wallis versus Tony Small. They were some of the most brutal fights the terraces had ever seen. And after Dom was killed, things only got worse. Now, Eddie was fuelled by revenge. The 1992–93 Season Both West Ham and Millwall were in the First Division that year, and tensions were already running high. It was the end of an era for Millwall too, as they played their final full season at the Old Den. The early nineties brought fewer headline-grabbing riots, but the violence didn't stop. Meetings were arranged by word of mouth. Crews dressed down. Most of it never made the papers. But it happened, and everyone involved knew it. The game was changing. Stadiums were getting safer. But out on the streets, the score was still being settled the old way. This period was nowhere near as bloody as it had been when Eddie first joined the ICF in the '80s, but Eddie still remembers it as being "some medieval shit". Tony Small's Arrest When Tony was arrested for attempted murder in '94, Eddie took it as a signal to move on. So that's what he did. He'd spent years locked in a rivalry with Tony. Seeing him cuffed and dragged off, facing a charge that might actually stick, Eddie knew it was time. The years that came after made Eddie who he is today.

DOM LAWRENCE DIES By the mid eighties, the firm had built fierce rivalries with Millwall's Bushwackers, Chelsea's Headhunters, and Manchester United's Red Army. In the months leading up to Dom’s death, the firm had taken hits. Two lads were put in hospital after a run in with Chelsea boys in Farringdon, and another got bottled in a toilet cubicle in Bristol by a group believed to be Cardiff boys. Numbers were thinner than usual, and that Saturday night had trouble written all over it. After West Ham's away at Millwall, the small group ended up drinking in Euston, one of the few areas where pubs would still serve them. It was just after eleven when things turned. The pub was closing up, and most had already made for the door when a few Bushwackers came in. No colours, no scarves, just that look that made it clear they weren’t there for a quiet drink. No one said much at first. Just a few quiet looks across the room. Then a chair scraped back, and it went. The place turned upside down in seconds. Tables went over, glass broke. Dom ended up outside, round the back. He was flat on the ground, jacket half torn, blood down the side of his face and pooling under his head. The Bushwackers knew what they were walking into. The ICF were light on bodies, and Ian wasn’t there. Dom was well liked, well respected. Losing him like that didn’t sit right with the rest of the firm. The ICF wanted blood. Now every Bushwacker was a target. The Bushwackers hadn’t turned up to kill anyone. It got out of hand. Dom hitting the ground was never part of the plan, but once it happened, there was no taking it back. They’d crossed a line.