bobbysmith01
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- Feb 6, 2015
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Huddersfield away, lost 7-1, only time I ever left a game, went back to the pub with 20 mins to go.
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I believe my experience was 87. The year we went up from Div 3 with Sunderland.
Brighton 0 Doncaster 0 at Priestfield. “Fans United 2”. The worst professional football match ever played.
Michael Mahoney-Johnson’s infamous 45 minutes.
It is no exaggeration to say it was probably two of the worst professional football teams to ever play in the football league. No shots - on target or otherwise.
Finished 23rd and 24th respectively.
I remember coming away from the game feeling genuinely depressed.
And to think I went expecting goals, because both teams were so dire…
How wrong can you be
It was truly demoralising, thinking there is no upward trajectory here is there, not a glimmer of hope at the time.
Little did we know, I genuinely am sad for all those Albion fans that endured that period and never got to see just how far we have come.
R.I.P fallen Albion fans in the dark days x
Also - Millwall (away) 1966. Unsegregated crowd (at the bloody Den !!) We came back from 0-2 to 2-2. My bobble hat was yanked off my head, I turned round and was punched on the nose. After stemming the bleeding, we conceded a third to complete a wonderful day.
The defeat against 9 men Walsall at Withdean is one that is burned into memory for all time. As a general statement, pretty much every ‘home’ game at Gillingham can be lumped in there too, but the 4-0 defeat to Darlington is probably right up there. For more recent times, the 6-0 hammering at Upton Park was a shitshow. 3-0 down after about 15 minutes and one of the few times I’ve considered making a very early exit.
The 5-0 at Palace was the pits. We hadn't played them for 13 years (!) and they completely demolished us. If it wasn't for Kuipers it woulda been 10. Being kettled for an hour (or more?) outside the ground and then escorted down south London's finest back streets to Norwood Junction made it even worse. I was supposed to be going to see one of my favourite bands that evening but the kettling meant I was going to be late and I was in such a lousy mood I just went home instead to complete a thoroughly miserable day.
The 4-0 defeat at 'home' to Darlington in the cesspit that is Gillingham wasn't exactly a bundle of laughs either. The team we had that season (Ashley Neal, anyone?) was actually far worse than the one that escaped relegation at Hereford the previous year. We were only saved from the drop because of what was happening at Doncaster. My God, we were awful.
Stoke in the FA cup in the Poyet L1 promotion season.
We were top of the league, got to the 5th round of the cup after beating two championship teams. Drawn against the Pulis' Stoke team who were the complete antithesis of Poyet's style, the sort of team we'd been taking the piss out of in the league. We were so full of optimism that we could beat a PL team, we were nearly invincible that year.
We were absolutely schooled, lost 3-0, the Britannia was freezing and Stoke was a shithole. I couldn't wait to get home.