Watford away 5-2 loss in one of our first seasons down, we had Steve Walsh at the back, I think he had been playing for Tamworth before that, and people say we lack quality now! Also, 4-0 away at Burnley, hammered down with rain, we got absolutely tonked, Burnley is like the place that time forgot, even the motorway to it was empty. Charlton away was massively dissapointing, even worse that we got the train from Warwick Parkway and it was rammed full of WBA fans celebrating promotion. I could go on for ages but it will just get too depressing
Remember that fog, didn't some lad from a minibus stop for a piss and ending up going over the thelwall viaduct.
Newcastle away in the fa cup lost 2-0 think andy cole scored wegerlie got injured or sent off stood on my own at the back of the old gallowgate end as there was a big fence splitting it in two. My mates on one side me the other a very cold wind blowing down the back of my neck.And to top it off had the worst coach of the lot and there was a good few of them. Very long journey home feeling glum on a banger of a coach. anyone else there from here as there were thousends of us hence two sides of the fence.Think there was a lot of balloons aswell.
What ever happened to orange balls? I remember them using them loads of times at HR as it always seemed to be foggy or snowing.
Torchomatic that liverpool one in 1986 looks suspiciously like a betting scamOoh, good thread. Loads.
Being at West Brom at the end of the seventies wearing our Choccy brown kit and getting hammered 7-1. I was only about twelve and I cried for a week!
Old Trafford 1982. A police accused me of hitting someone (my mate!). He realised after a while it was bollocks, but it felt touch and go for a while. Also, some of you might remember, it used to "rain coins" there as some of the home fans were seated above us.
Victoria Ground, Stoke City, Full Members Cup, 1985. There were 16 of us in the away end. I went with me mate so who were the other 14?
The Dell, Southampton. Can't remember what year, but it was the day Gary Bannister made his second debut after re-signing. They shoved us into a corner and the pitch was at chest level so all you could see were legs. I was also there when we lost 8-2.
Filbert Street, Leicester, Xmas 1984(?). We lost 5-1. Bobby Gould was running on the pitch. Afterwards, even though we could see our car about twenty yards away from us, the police wouldn't let us go through them to get to it. We had to walk all the way round the ground through leicester fans to get to it.
Anfield, Liverpool 1986. League Cup (I think). We lost with a hatrick of penalties from Jan Molby.
Hillsborough, Sheffield, 1987. Semi-final against Leeds. We were one-nil down and I'd never felt so ill at a football match. We'd come so far only to lose when were so close. That all changed when Gynny scored though. Also, the terraces were really steep and I had vertigo.
Wembley, Cup Final, 1987. Being one-nil down in under a minute. The guy stood next to me (who I'd never seen before or since) said "they're going to get ten". I thought he was probably going to be right.
Sutton Utd, 1988. Say no more
Scarborough, League Cup, 1991(?). Travelled a long way only to lose. Rubbish.
Also remember going to a terrible game at pne, made worse by the fact I went with a uni mate who was a pne fan.
Sorry for bringing it down Macca,think it was some miserable music on the radiopretty sure Danny Dyer is going to turn up in a minute
I have to agree. When I was younger trouble was part of the matchday experience. Something seemed to be missing them days if nothing went wrong. Doing all them miles in motors that took a mile to stop in an emergency and were not reliable like now. You more or less know now that most away games will be uneventful. Now I am older and wiser I am glad things have changed. Wouldn't change any of the experiences other than getting relegated though.
Sutton United - lost 2-1 and nearly got trampled by a horse in the process. Also fondly remember an away day in Brum when we turned up late in New Street and got chased by the Brum crew (I think they were called the Zulus?) - can't remember the score just the terror as we were a very small group of about 6 (all in SB shirts) were chased by a very vociferous number of ardent Birmingham City fans - oh the fun we had in the 80's ;-)
think this is the whole point it dos'nt seem to matter what the grief was like back then ,the experience was solid ,tied into one of strongest connections a man can have ,love of his footy club PUSBI was going to start a new Thread, Best ever Home day, but i could'nt be bothered.
My worst home day was when i was about 10/11ish and me and my dad had season tickets, but we never ever once used our actual seats as my dad ,who was a cantankerous old bugger, always sat us in the press seats in the main stand so we had a table for the fish and chips he had smuggled in.
Anyway my best mate supported Leeds and when we played them at home we took him as he had never seen them live. Yet again sat in the press seats my dad, who could fall out with himself, started to bad mouth 3 Leeds fans who were sat a fews rows infront of us. It soon got very heated and my bloody Dad got up and went straight up to them and started this almighty brawl.This started to make me cry loudly and my mate could'nt beleive it and was totally bemused.
This brawl went on for some time which made every person in the main stand stop watching the game to look over to us , until the stewards finally dragged him away and made him come back and sit back next to us. By now i had become hysterical and my mate also had started to cry, with people around us trying to comfort us, but my Dad just could'nt understand why we had become so upset. I had never been so embarrassed, and my mate still dumbstruck just wanted to go home, but my Dad insisted we stay and enjoy the game, but the day was ruined for both of us.
We drove home in silence, and when i got home i took my revenge by telling my mum all what had happened, which i knew would hit him the hardest. For some time probably weeks,he had to cook all his own meals and all his clothes washing and ironing, until my mum had cooled down.
The Rev
steve livingstoneWHO wasthe big ginger haired striker we used to have ,useful,bit of a handful butdid'nt cut the mustard in the top division,joined grimsby and stayed for years,
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