What's the most bizarre game you have attended or personally played in.

That's the game my Dad goes on about. Cheers mate

 

Watson was like a rabbit caught in the headlights

 

I remember that as well. New Years Bank Holiday Monday iirc. That would have been the 4th game in 8 days from Boxing Day that season

 

He was a lovely bloke in all fairness. Still messages from time to time.

Dimas played in the same game and is comfortably the best footballer I've played against, and whilst most were older/retired etc when I've come up against these types of people, (think he was 49 at the time) and I'm hardly a proper footballer myself (think Keith Brown but slightly better), he was extraordinarily good. I suppose you don't get to Champions League finals, play for Benfica/Juve and 44 times for Portugal if you're not world class.

 

Away at Palace when we had to wear their away kit was quite surreal.

 

In the 1980s I was playing for HKFC our inside forward ran to receive a throw in. It had been raining and as the ball came to him he slipped and missed the ball. He went flat on his back like a comedy, we all laughed as the play went down the other end. We never noticed but he never moved. We all ran back, he’d turned blue and wasn’t breathing. A paramedic arrived on a motorbike in minutes but couldn’t revive him. He was dead. Apparently when he hit the floor his chewing gum lodged in his throat and he choked. After that chewing gum was banned for games.

 

So you didn't miaow at him then? ;-)

 

Probably when I was skipper of our Sunday league team in the seventies. We were playing the team who were top of the league and who just needed a point to be confirmed as champions. Alas, my team were struggling and we could not field a full side, starting off with ten men. In the first five minutes, one of our players pulled up with a hamstring pull, so we were down to nine. For some insane reason then the Gary Willard of a ref sent off another of our players just for saying b....r when he miskicked the ball - he didn't even say it to the ref. Even the opposition players had words with the ref. Anyway, we were now down to eight players. I went over to the young lad who had been sent off to tell him just to stick around the touchline until the end of the game, which was still in the first half. The ref then booked me as well. I was hoping that he might have another 'red mist' moment and send me off too, which would have meant match abandoned, but sadly this did not happen. I wrote a complaining letter to the district FA about the ref's performance, but it didn't change the result. We lost 7-0, which I thought was not too bad given that we played two-thirds of the game against the champions with just seven outfield players.

 

Is that pitch on the cricket field? Stayed in a nice hotel overlooking it.

 

The most surreal game for me was at Huddersfield when nobody wanted to score.

 

Liverpool at home in the Prem for obvious reasons. The first half of the 7-1 against Huddersfield the season after was pretty surreal as well.

 

Theirs been a few whats mentioned what about the game back in 2005 or something when we beat Huddersfield 2 nil at their ground. Honestly how we won that 2 0 god knows. I can't remember our goals but I remember us not even barely crossing halfway line.

 

Remember playing for Kendray W.M.C early 70s against Beanlands f.c. from ossett.Stephen Lodge was reffing,he sent 3 off(including myself) our keeper walked off and booked about 5. Probably why he went on to referee in the premier league.

 

The most surreal game I attended was the Burton Albion game when Stephen Crofts had his heart attack.
My lad was flag bearing that day and I was stood on the pitch less than 6 feet away from him when he went down. I'm glad the trained medical professionals had leapt in immediately because I was in a daze as we ushered all the kids off the pitch and went over to the Ponty End of the West Stand. The air ambulance landing on the pitch and the weeks after hoping for positive updates on his health were also extremely surreal.
So not bizarre as such but very much a match that I will never forget.
Hope he remains well following his recovery.

 

Early noughties in the Southern Premier League, King’s Lynn 7 Solihull 3. It was like watching a kids match in the park where the goalies were obviously the last kids to be picked, every time there was a shot on target it was a goal.

Also the pre-season friendly in August 1975, Barnsley 16 Gudja United (Malta) 0 - a ridiculous mismatch of abilities.

 

Probably most nuts game ever for me was playing for an invitational team in the Home Office. We played a Portuguese governmental team. We were 5 down after 35 minutes, a proper shambles. So much so the departments press officer left at half time after we'd pulled one back.
Somehow they tired, probably to do with the 20 cigs they all smoked individually at half time.
We won on pens, I produced 3 assists after the right back decided he could only walk after the hour mark.

Best comeback ever by an English team and no one was there to see it.

My Home Office team also won the civil service cricket 3 years running, and I'd also like to add we did it each time whilst either part leathered or totally hung over.

 

totally agreed. I know it's not big or clever......but I really wanted the guy who went on the pitch to chin the bastad Ref.

 

Not just one game but a whole tournament… The Reading University 5-a-side Inter Hall Cup.

Our Hall wasn’t known for its sporting ability. Probably why I was there. They couldn’t raise a team for this Cup so a mate said we’d have a go. We forgot about it and after a heavy Friday night on the ale, Saturday came.

We had no kit. We’d never played together. We hadn’t played since school. The opposing team were all regulars in Uni teams. We took to the field in T Shirts and pumps. Four games later we were in the final. How five people who’d never played together could do that I don’t know. In the final we faced some real pros. who, you could see, were looking forward to taking down this rabble.

But by then our confidence had grown into unshakeable belief. We knew we could not be beaten. I remember Big Tony putting us 1-0 up before they battered us into the ground. We hung on. Toward the end I made the sort of save you don’t realise you’re making until after you’ve done it, just pure reflex diving backward to shove the ball onto the post. I remember getting back up and seeing the opposition’s reaction. They knew, what we knew - we couldn’t be beaten.

For “upholding the honour of St Patrick’s Hall” we were awarded free ale all night. It was a long night.

 

Sunday league so time in the early nineties, we’d carried on after a very successful Pogmoor West End team in the second division of the Sunday league. None of us had really played much before and Sheffield league refused to put us in the bottom league.

I can’t remember the opposition, all I know is that we were 1-0 up after 3 minutes but ran out close losesrd 1-29 (twenty nine). Made the nationals (Sun) and went on to complete a season of heavy defeats. Still, had a good drink afterwards