Wembley last time

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Lived in Northampton at the time

So I had to travel to and from the match surrounded by Ipswich fans, and what top fans they were (Y)

 

The night out in the West End before hand - taking over a pub near Covent Garden.

Georgi's header...

The really great atomosphere - couldn't have wanted to lose to a nicer bunch.

Won't be saying the same thing about the Taff's!

 

I remember

stopping off at the services on the way down and the mass of red and white that we pulled into,the friendly banter in the pubs before the game and the great sense of anticipation as we moved down Wembley way and the sea of red and white on one side and blue and white on the other.Sadly my overwhelming memory of the game was Wright throwing up a hand as Georgi powered that header towards goal and the wish it had been six inches to the other side.Then the weird feeling as we made our way home and this young lad at the tube station holding his dads hand and sobbing his heart out we were all trying to cheer him up although we didnt feel very happy ourselves.Funnily enough I also remember us telling him we would be back again one day although I'm not sure we really believed it.

 

Wembley Way

Coming out of the tube and walking down the steps with a perfect display of red on the right and blue down the left will stay with me until the day I die.

 

Champagne on way back as toff on our private coach bought 6 bottles in case we won

 

WEMBLEY WAY PIC FROM LAST TIME

 

My sister died not long before the play-off semi with Birmingham, so I didn't go to the away game. I went to the home match, but I felt pretty numb throughout. On the way out my dad commented that it didn't really mean much now and I had to agree with him. We got tickets to Wembley, as you've got to get on with your life, but I wasn't really looking forward to it. To my surprise, the excitement of the day took over once we got there. It came as welcome relief after feeling like ******* hell for the previous few weeks. I'll never forget the sight of Wembley way and the vivid reds and blues on the throng of supporters making their way towards the stadium. I managed to crack a smile for the first time since my sister died. The match was a real thriller and although the team gave their all, Ipswich were the better side and deserved the victory. I was engrossed throughout the 90 minutes and although I was disappointed with the result, it didn't hurt nearly as much as it usually would have. As I walked away from the stadium I felt different than I had for weeks. That feeling remained when i woke up the following day and the next. I'm not sure how, but that match helped me come to terms with my sister's death. Maybe it was through experiencing a different emotion other than grief, I don't know, but it was certainly a turning point for me. My memories of Wembley and those of my sister have somehow become intertwined and I can't think about that day without thinking of her.

 

Thanks for telling that Jay

My own memories seem trivial now.

It was a great day though despite the result.

 

Got a blow out on the fast lane of the motorway just south of Nottingham. My E reg polo was weaving like ****. Anyway after such a heart in mouth experience my friend decided we needed to have a little relaxing "smoke" anyway he went halfway up the grass (lol) verge making a smoke and then to our horror thepolice pulled up to see why we were on the hard shoulder. He ditched what he was doing in the grass and joined me at the car to explain. the police helped us fix the flat and we didn't dare light up till we were at least 20 miles away.

 

RE: WEMBLEY WAY PIC FROM LAST TIME

I have that picture framed and on my bedroom wall. Quality

 

Brings a lump to the throat that...

Seems like yesterday.

 

A sad story mate...

Football has an amazing way of getting you through things sometimes even if it is in effect, trivial in comparison to most things in life.

 

Touching story pal

Hope your next visit to wembley is filled with different feelings and that makes my story about a sly spliff on ahard shoulderseem well trivial.

 

RE: Now then

Hey Harrow is this the job requiring the spare bedroom in the Queen's residence ?

Well done .
Freya

 

Took my dad who was 80

Drove from South Derbyshire to pick him up, then into Barnsley to get the coach. Brilliant seeing all the other coaches with red shirts and scarves. Stopped at the Motorway services somewhere or other and the place was awash with RED. Great to see all the pubs with crowds of Red and Blue outside all drinking together.

Got off the bus in some sort of aircraft hangar type thing, walked out and bumped into Dicky Bird, he was talking to anyone who would listen. Got some chips and sat down on the steps outside the stadium and Michael Parkinson walked past, not one single Reds fan said hello to him, we all just stared at him.

Got in the ground and we were sat right behind the goal on the front row at pitch level, you couldn't see the ball if it was on the ground in the other half!

My abiding memory is of every Reds fan rising to cheer when Hristov headed the ball from point-blank range only for the 'keeper (who's name escapes me) to pull off a blinding reflex save.

The journey home was a little more subdued but the Barnsley spirit was still evident in the banter on the bus.

A great day out, shame about the result.

My dad had supported the Reds since 1936, he died in 2004 and his ashes were scattered on the pitch in front of the Ponty. At least he got to see Barnsley play at Wembley.

 

thanks for sharing that with us Jay.....

....a really touching story which puts a lot of things into perspective, both football connected and otherwise.

 

coom 'ere.. nt

 

Great news! Well done love nt

 

That's brought tears to my eyes. Lovely story, love. It's amazing what affect football can have on your life.