We had a match on a Sunday evening at LeMans 24hr many years ago, mostly English, German and Dutch everyone was slaughtered after a weekend of heavy refreshement, and smoking weed. . asides general crapulence I do remember running into a pile of rubbish sacks and falling over. Not much else!
We had an office team that played every Sunday when I lived in Jersey in the late 80s. Our CF got badly injured in a game and had to go to hospital……..later in the day he was sat in bed nursing a badly bruised shin when an AA counsellor visited him because his blood/alcohol reading was so high. He’d gone home earlier than the rest of us the night before, the lightweight
I played proper pissed once. Still maintain it's the quickest possible way to sober up. All that running and focussing. Game was teatime-ish. I'd been drinking since lunchtime. Horribly hungover through the evening. On reflection, should have got back on it
Not totally drunk but once had a 'John Keeley' moment. We had no fixture so I went into town to meet up with some mates for a lunchtime drink with the idea of heading up to Woodside Road in the afternoon to watch their game. This is pre-mobile phone time. About 2pm and s few pints in to the afternoon, I spot someone from our reserve team come through the pub door which I thought unusual. Turns out, the reserve keeper had dropped out, they had phoned home and my Dad told them where I had gone. Not only did they track me down, they also went to my house and picked up my kit bag. Managed to keep a clean sheet in 2-0 victory but wasn't at my sharpest.
I also once played a Sunday game where one of the team had held a party on the Saturday night. I had left early but most of them stayed overnight. We turned up at Partridge Green for the away fixture the following morning with a couple of those not able to join the party driving. The manager was not impressed when he saw the state of the team. The ref then popped in to tell us the opposition only had 9 men so we should be okay...just as someone opened up a can of lager that they had brought with them from the party!
Needless to say, we lost 3-1, with the third goal coming when the keeper leaned over to pickup a slow shot and then just fell over the ball so it dribbled into the net. At the final whistle, the manager called us a disgrace stormed off.