johnniericoh
Member
This is dedicated to WINGY who liked my previous escapades
Just thought I'd bring a bit of light relief to the forum but still recognising the unbelievable mess we are still in.
It was the 1978/1979 season 21st October away to West Brom with Gordon Milne as manager picking a team of:
Sealy
Coop
Holton
Gillespie
Mc Donald
Hutchison
Powell
Yorath
hunt
Ferguson
Wallace
My brother cried off this trip so I set off to the Baggies ground on my own heading for junction 8 of the M6 in a horrible, dark misty Saturday afternoon.
Despite the roadworks, cones, barriers and temporary traffic lights I made it to the ground on time no probs parked and was ready for the game.
45 minutes later we were 3-0 down and at the final whistle my beloved team were trashed 7-1 courtesy of a certain C Regis (2), Brown, Statham, Cantello and Cunningham (2) - Ferguson for our conciliation goal.
Thoroughly p....d off I headed back to the M6 heavy of heart and was soon amongst the roadworks again weaving my way through the obstacles and heading for home.
With the radio on giving out scores and analysis for what seemed a long time I looked at the clock and it was 5.45 and I was in unrecognisable territory and a few miles later a sign loomed out of the blackness which read "Preston 64 miles" - yes I'd f....d up and was going in exactly the opposite direction !!!
What a pillock I screamed to myself searching for the next exit arriving home "slightly" later than I expected.
Just thought I'd bring a bit of light relief to the forum but still recognising the unbelievable mess we are still in.
It was the 1978/1979 season 21st October away to West Brom with Gordon Milne as manager picking a team of:
Sealy
Coop
Holton
Gillespie
Mc Donald
Hutchison
Powell
Yorath
hunt
Ferguson
Wallace
My brother cried off this trip so I set off to the Baggies ground on my own heading for junction 8 of the M6 in a horrible, dark misty Saturday afternoon.
Despite the roadworks, cones, barriers and temporary traffic lights I made it to the ground on time no probs parked and was ready for the game.
45 minutes later we were 3-0 down and at the final whistle my beloved team were trashed 7-1 courtesy of a certain C Regis (2), Brown, Statham, Cantello and Cunningham (2) - Ferguson for our conciliation goal.
Thoroughly p....d off I headed back to the M6 heavy of heart and was soon amongst the roadworks again weaving my way through the obstacles and heading for home.
With the radio on giving out scores and analysis for what seemed a long time I looked at the clock and it was 5.45 and I was in unrecognisable territory and a few miles later a sign loomed out of the blackness which read "Preston 64 miles" - yes I'd f....d up and was going in exactly the opposite direction !!!
What a pillock I screamed to myself searching for the next exit arriving home "slightly" later than I expected.
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