Jimmy Grimble
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I can remember going to that Wolves away game with a group of us.
We had never been particularly punctual in getting to away games on time, so with the utter dross we had been serving up that year we were in no intention of leaving the pub early, especially as it was a bit of an Xmas piss—up. We drank in Birmingham rather than Wolves which also probably signalled our intentions. It got close to 3pm and we eventually left the pub in a couple of cabs to Molineux. Bent scored on our drive to the ground and one of the cabs dropped our mates off by the home end. Stewards saw them and took pity on how late they were and took them in through the home end, escorting them to the away end by going pitchside, getting abused all the way
I really do remember little of the football in those Hyppia days despite going to most games. A stark reminder that when you’re shit, going to football is really not about the football.
We had never been particularly punctual in getting to away games on time, so with the utter dross we had been serving up that year we were in no intention of leaving the pub early, especially as it was a bit of an Xmas piss—up. We drank in Birmingham rather than Wolves which also probably signalled our intentions. It got close to 3pm and we eventually left the pub in a couple of cabs to Molineux. Bent scored on our drive to the ground and one of the cabs dropped our mates off by the home end. Stewards saw them and took pity on how late they were and took them in through the home end, escorting them to the away end by going pitchside, getting abused all the way
I really do remember little of the football in those Hyppia days despite going to most games. A stark reminder that when you’re shit, going to football is really not about the football.