Things you don't take to football any more?

[Return of the Rev]

Fireworks
smoke bombs
air horns
toilet rolls
milk crates

any more

 

[TheJasperCo]

Vuvuzelas

 

[Was not Was]

As a child in the Goldstone NW terrace, I had a crate,
and a hardboiled egg for halftime
And my dad had a flask of coffee.

All pretty rare now, though I bet there are still a few flasks on the go.

 

[SeagullSongs]

Resignation to defeat

 

[Ninja Elephant]

Inflatable animals!

Do see the occaisonal Seagull but I remember the one and only game I saw at the Goldstone (before my memory kicked in ), I got an inflatable sheep!

 

[foul old ron]

Waterproofs.

 

[albion534]

Lube

 

[Kazenga <3]

The KKK ponchos.

 

[El Sid]

My dad

 

[Gazwag]

I was pleased to see a toilet roll being thrown at the start of the Watford game by their fans.

 

[Tony Le Mesmer]

radio's

 

[Quinney]

Celery (actually I never did, just used to pick it up and lob it)

 

[Return of the Rev]

my dad

i think we take the departed with us every time we go.

 

[Mileoakman]

I had a football rattle in the 1950's

 

[whitelion]

I had a bugle in the 60's.

 

[greyseagull]

My stool to see over the board in the North East corner at The Goldstone. I'm a grown up now...

 

[Jimmy boy 69]

Used to take an air horn to north stand goldstone in the 90s I was only bout 14, but it really got the stand goin.. Don't think I'd take one to the Amex tho would prob get life time ban......

 

[Meade's Ball]

Before i came to Brighton and had my surgery i was raised in Somalia and had a seeing-eye hyena that the authorities in those days allowed me to take with me wherever i was going. For the first few months at the Goldstone as my sight became clearer they'd let me take it in. In my packed lunchbox i'd have a couple of Trio's for me and a chopped, but still bloody wildebeest vertebrae in there for Henrietta to munch on. I'd salivate over the jinking runs of Mark Barham whilst Henrietta would sometimes pring to alert when a child sought its father in the crowd and her innate cunning kicked into action. Her leash, fortunately, was attached to my glove and when i felt her aroused i'd tighten my grip and threaten her with the scorpion sting i had adhered to the front of my big blindboy boot. She ate a lot of stray cats though, which i didn't mind. I emailed Barber this year about the possibility of taking in a similar creature to the Amex, as my sight deteriorates with age, but typically that PC leech said no.

 

[soistes]

number 5 bus

 

[OurPrice]

My Dad and his mates always used to take a 'lucky orange' for half time refreshments (satsumas were also considered appropriate). The consumption of said fruit did, sometimes, appear to have some effect - the most notworthy being a late eating of the orange whilst 2-0 down at Liverpool in 1991. One orange later and the Mike Small/Johnny Crumplin/John Byrne inspired comeback was ON! Great days. Now a few pints of harveys and a pie seem to have replaced this tradition - much to the chagrin of my waistline