The Dell When we played Southampton in the Cup, we'd stopped off on way and spent all afternoon getting wrecked! Actually had a hangover during the game!
Oakwell, April 1997 Free bar paid for by the club - now there's an idea! All drinks free except champagne - guess what I ordered when Clint slotted that one home? Got in a right state but well worth it
Vicarage Road & The Valley Trips with the Dove Once had skinfull in spoons (we arrived at 10.00am) before the Watford game which we drew 0-0 (or 2-2?) I think. It was feckin freezing and I fell asleep in my seat for most of the game.
The Valley When we lost 3-1 to a Clive Mendonca hat trick. Me and Spartacus had gone down on the Dove bus. I'd driven to the Dove very slowly, with a stinking hangover, for a 6.45am set off. I got on the coach and shut my eyes to try and get some much-needed kip on the way down. Unfortunately by the time we got to Sheffield Road (all of 200 yards from our start point) I'd been awoken with a sharp punch to my upper arm by someone trying to give me a can of beer. Not one to complain I got started on it and the hair-of-the-dog effect soon kicked in. We supped our way through a few cans en-route before the word went round that the Police were going to escort us in and wouldn't take kindly to us boozing. So all the remaining cans were duly polished off and 2 bin liners full of empties duly despatched out the emergency exit a couple of miles before Plod picked us up. Onwards we went to arrive at the boozer circa 10:30am for a 3 o'clock kick off. After the regulation ten pints had been supped, Sparty and I headed for the ground. Somehow the fact that we could scarcely stand up didn't seem to concern the stewards, so in we went through the turnstiles, up the stairs to the stand and then proceeded to tumble down the concrete steps to our seats. I poured myself into my seat and proceeded to watch a kaleidoscopic spectacle of colour unfold before me. I was far too drunk to form the shapes I saw into any coherent pattern resembling a football match and left the ground having witnessed a 4-1 defeat. Which was odd, given Charlton only scored 3 goals but there you go. Anyway, we boarded the coach home, with Austin Powers on video making the journey fly by. Arrived back in Barnsley too exhausted to hit town proper, so we settled for a steady gallon in the Mount and then bed. Woke up next morning, too, which is more than I'd manage if I tried to repeat the feat nowadays! Oh to be a young 'un again!
valley parade drunk as a tw*t tried to walk down three stairs only 1 stair there !! think it was in a midweek cup match cant really remember didnt see any goals think we won 3 or 4 (casualty) (casualty) (casualty) (casualty)
I can testify as to the veracity of this account. Being in London for the weekend, I decided to take the car to the game, so had drunk the sum total of a can of Coke outside and a cup of tea in the stand, prior to the (slightly late) arrival of my two good friends. To say they were hammered was the understatement of the century - they literally could hardly stand, made f uck all sense and were laughing hysterically at anything & everything. I was shocked at just how bad they were, totally surreal for an afternoon kick-off & all the more extreme due to my absolute sobriety. I remember vividly the abject disbelief I felt that they could actually understand each other - it was like watching Joey Deacon and Ernie Roberts having a conversation. Only now do I learn that an extra eight pints were downed in the Mount later - totally unbelievable.
Forgot Vicarage Road Late 1980's we had a midweek game there, I was working in Watford, one of the guys I worked with was a memberofa club section in the main stand, 4 of us from work went, 3 Watford fans and me. We met in pub before hand, I had 4 in there, then to the ground and bar in main stand, another 2 before game, we were 2 down inside 5 mins. Halftime another pint. Pushing for a goal and they broke and scored a 3rd with 5 mins left, so I went back in the bar and whilst getting served we conceded again and I caught that on the TV! Another beer whilst people said "hard luck", it was the most even 4-0 game I've ever seen! Aside from those 2 5 minute spells there was nothing between us! After that back to a pub near work, run by a Watford fan who knew I was a Barnsley fan! A couple more beers and then down to work as one of the lads working evenings til midnight was giving me a lift home. One lad came and asked what the score was and I told him to "**** off" about 3 times thinking he was taking the piss til he said "I honestly don't know the score"</p>
Ashton Gate. Saw about 10 minutes of the match and then spent the rest of it asleep on a trolley in the first aid room... (shakrhead)