Disastrous away days thread. Not really on the pitch but it any good stories either way.

I've posted in the Scarborough thread about mine there. I've had too many to mention from arrests to kipping in multi storey carparks.

I'm banking up pages for next season's return of paper editions of the fanzine EyUp & Down (knew I'd appropriately named it)!

Could be out from travel, trouble, illness ....... If you'd rather not go public and want anonymous status pm me.

Look forward to seeing and reading the. Be more entertaining than last night.

 

Net curtain story........?

F***ing **** story......?

I've posted them on here a couple of times before, so don't want to repeat them, unless I come under irresistible pressure!

 

I've covered the trip to Plymouth in the 80s on here before when the Supporters bus usual suspects insisted on the usual ale stop on the way home, the bus got parked in a field and sank up to it's axles.
Had a migraine that day, desperate to get home only to have to spend two hours in a boozer, then wait for the bus to get towed out at daft o'clock at night still with most of the trip home to go.
Happy days.

 

Pressure exerted

 

Reply to self. I've never read such a thread so any repeats are appreciated.

 

Ha ha, I'll post them in separate threads.........

 

I wanted to keep them separate coz I'm lazy! ;-)

 

I've remembered one. Circa mid to late 90s. Swindon away. Either first or last match of season. It was roasting hot. Weekend away. Overnighter.

Booked on with Gary Sephton (RIP big fella). We pulled up in Swindon mid morning. Gaz gets on the mic and announces he'd forgot to book any hotel or B&B rooms (which we'd all paid for). Chuff knows why but that's just Gary.

So if you can remember the Only Fools & Horses scene from the Jolly Boys Outing episode it was remisitance as everyone got off the coach in groups and set off power walking in different directions to get some digs. Me and my mate thought bugger that and went on tour of the local hostelries and you know when a couple turns into a dozen.......

So at that point we couldn't get a room anywhere as we were either too pi55ed or they didn't have any available. Ended up kipping in a multi story car park with our over night bag as a pillow and woke up spooning a tramp.

Never did end up with a refund........... From Gary, not the tramp.

 

Ipswich Town play-off final - bought train tickets for me, a mate and mi dad from Wakefield to Kings X, waited on the platform, train didn't stop at Wakefield did it? Just went straight through, tickets not valid for any other journey. Pegged it back to Chez Wakey's and my dad bless him agrees to drive, drive down to one of the outer tube stops, forget which one, get the tube in, watch us get beat, get back to the car - dads got a parking ticket - along with everyone else who'd parked there, clearly a nice money spinner for the local council - bstards. Not a great day all round it has to be said.

 

Once ended up in the canal at Wakefield after playing Leeds. A long story of stupidity.

Taxi driver from Wakefield home started to smell something on the way home. Told him i must have trodden in something.

Still ended up in Whispers later that night. Those were the days.

 

Got a beauty for first 2022-23 issue ...... nearly spilt my drink (which isn't like me)

 

Once had to climb up the stand wall and exit through the stand at Stockport at the final whistle to get away from some hostile natives.
Worst one wasn’t even ours, went with my mates to watch Leeds at Wolves when they were going for the double in ‘72 . Stuck on a bloody Tracky bus that got there then developed a blob on the tyre, can’t remember why but no spare , no service, the bloody thing crawled home and got in just in time to go to work!

 

Brum away under Bassett. Lost 3 or 4 zip, and my mate parked in a home car park so we got some right hammer on the way back to the car. Horrible place, horrible fans.

Never been back, never will go back.

 

Millwall about 10 years ago, arrived just before lunchtime, piddling it down with snow, starts settling really bad, game called off at 1. Somehow had to drive back, with that many diversions & constant slow traffic. Must have arrived back at about 10pm. Very long day to say the least.

 

Not disastrous. But may raise a chuckle. We took a bus load to Morecambe for a friendly. On entering morecambe (me giving the driver directions). I said, "next left Roy". So he did and drove straight into Morrisons supermarket car park. We lost 20 minutes drinking time as he tried to manoeuvre his way back out lol.

 

Reminds me of a time we beat em 2-0 at theirs. (1994) and I took the car. Stuck in traffic on the carriageway outside the ground after the game. This bloke jumps out of his car. On the opposite side. Goes to the boot and gets out the longest screwdriver you've ever seen. Silly b0ll0x in the back of mine giving it verbal. Barnsley shirt in view. Thank f3ck. The traffic on his side started moving. Lord knows what he was going to do. I was proper bricking it.

 

Travelling to see The Reds in another country then it called off an hour before kick off?


Hibernian. Decent days but then trouble and if you’d not heard it from someone the coach left early.

To be honest in over 30 years of away games nothing really stands out.

 

Okay! So I'm definitely NOT a Man U fan, but my brother-in-law was (he died in 2012). When I was visiting the parents-in-law, I used occasionally to go to Old Trafford with him in the 70s. Here's one bad story and a slightly better one. First one: we went to see Man U v Ipswich Town in the 70s - it was a game in which Man U were close to being relegated, George Best had returned briefly as nothing like the player he once was and George Burley was making his debut for Ipswich. We got there early and, not wishing to have to put up with the Stretford End, went into the other end of the ground. I made the mistake (not very street-wise) of wearing a blue jacket. Man U scored twice at our end. The first time, the crowd swayed and I was moved a couple of steps down the terrace and thought nothing of it, as the crowd on an open terrace often swayed around a bit. When Man U got their second goal, I was damn sure something was wrong, as i received a boot in the middle of my back which shifted me more than a few steps down the terrace. When I looked around, there was a demilitarised zone of about ten yards behind me, behind which had gathered a mob of Manchester scum, for whom I was the natural target and only me - I know, daft to wear a blue coat, but it was all I had. I just told my brother-in-law to do exactly what I did and I would try to get us out of trouble. I waited until Man U got a corner on the right and, when the ball was in the air (I was hoping that these idiots would be paying some attention to the game, I slipped under the crush barrier, whipped off the coat and turned it inside out. Fortunately, the inner was red, so I thought we had a chance. I ran down a good few steps in the hope of the scum losing sight of me, which pretty much is what happened. My brother-in-law, however, went round the barrier, rather than following me under it, so the scum got him and his coat was just covered in spit. Faithful fan, my brother-in-law. He wanted to stay until the end of the game, but I said no way and we hopped it home with about twenty minutes still to play.

Second one: same duo - we went to see Man U V Liverpool again in the 70s. We got there ages early again and again went in the end opposite the Stretford End. By about 2.45 pm, it was distinctly crowded and it was around then that the first chant of 'Liverpool' went up and we found ourselves in the middle of the Kop on Tour. No goals in the first half, but those scousers were just great company, believe me. Second half and Liverpool score. I was just not prepared for what was going to happen. The crowd poured forward like a tidal wave almost down to pitchside from well up the terrace. Someone trod on my foot and my shoe came off, which the scousers thought hilarious - well it was funny, but I couldn't afford anothe rpair of shoes. Fortunately, the crowd swayed back up the same line, I saw my shoe on the terrace, stabbed my foot into it whilst passing by and was able to get it back on my foot. When Liverpool scored again ten minutes later, I was ready and just surfed the wave of cascading supporters with my arms horizontal to keep me afloat. Great feeling, but probably very dangerous. Liverpool won 3-0 and A teenage Phil Thompson came on as sub near the end. Best game memory apart from the shoe was an amazing headed goal by John Toshack from a Chris Lawler free-kick.

Mostly happy days really.

 

Funnily enough was only just recounting my experience of that weekend, absolute nightmare

 

Think this was around 1980, reds away at West Ham in the league cup, Kexborough Supporters coach, driver was an arrogant knobhead & refused to follow the route the guys who ran the club had prepared, I know a better way he said, which he did, to Highbury, We got there about 7.30 & politely pointed out (ahem) the we were playing at west ham, persueded him (ahem) to follow a taxi who got us to the ground at 9pm, met by the under 15's ( if you know, you know) and had to fight our way into the ground upon Barnsley just scoring to go 1-0 up in the 70th minute, eventually losing 2-1. Now we were escorted to this very strange road where the coaches picked up the away fans, everyone was gone except us, about 50 police and hoards of West Ham fans on either side of this street, where is our coach? we asked, we are trying to persuade him to come & pick you up as he is terrified said the police, eventually we were collected at 11.30pm by a different coach company, getting back around 4am,