After the game, passed some Spurs fans clinking bottles together, carried on walking through a park towards an estate where I had parked our minibus (I was the driver). I was chatting with a lad from Kenilworth (didn't know him that well, but he was on our bus). The next minute, one of the lads off our bus came running alongside and shouted 'run, Spurs!' followed by a few more City fans (off our minibus, maybe others too). As I didn't want to turn around and see what was behind us, I said to the Kenilworth lad 'just keep walking' (I'd had something similar at Wolves years before, and got completely ignored then, so decided for the same tactic (luckily worked). Felt very guilty that one of our 'gang' got caught just before the park exit and got a bit of a kicking off one bloke(not too bad, but badly shook up). We went over to him, and sorted him out along with a Spurs fan who was really apologetic for his fellow fans behaviour. The 3 of us (me, Kenilworth lad and mate who had got a kicking) then made our way onto the estate where our minibus was, and I could see a group of blokes milling around the minibus. I went into a nearby shop and asked to use their phone, to be told no (they didn't want any trouble). I insisted, and they let me - dialled 999,asked for Police and got Scotland Yard! Told them we'd been attacked and minibus surrounded. After only a few minutes saw flashing lights up by the minibus, so walked up to it, to be greeted by flat tyres, police and a few locals hanging around. The police were great - helped us change the tyres and escorted us off the estate. Then when we got on the motorway, due to our delay, we were travelling at the same time as the Sunderland fans, who had been at C Palace? (and gone down, instead of us). I was driving, and a few on our minibus were giving it large to coachloads of Sunderland fans (which was great - whilst the traffic was moving; less so when it stopped!) Some of our lot wanted to call in the Services for a slash, which I (correctly in my opinion) decided was suicide, so I pulled off at a junction so they could go in a hedge. Was glad to get back to Coventry (lived there, then) and get to the pub to watch Match of the Day and enjoy watching the rerun. I should have known it was going to be one of those days, as the first pub we went into for a pint at lunchtime had a weird atmosphere in it, and a girl behind the bar said that the night before it had been attacked by a motor bike gang armed with chains and machetes !