BTP putting on my section 60 that I was a medium build West Indian.
Probably force of habit
BTP putting on my section 60 that I was a medium build West Indian.
I usually shit before I leave the house.
Port Vale away, promotion party 2001. I got the train from Brighton at about 7am and a mate got on at Hassocks with a crate of Stella, we'd finished it by the time we got to Euston.
I seem to recall an anouncement on the train back saying they'd run out of alcohol, probably best for all concerned.
Burnley at home in our first season at the Amex, when we lost 1-0 with 9 men. I was so drunk I thought our second red card was a replay, even though I was looking at the pitch rather than the big screen.
The woman in the earlier put that would only sell pints if we had the correct money, as she had unplugged the tills to heat up her hair straighteners.
The landlord threatening to throw us out as we kept activating his Halloween skeletons.
Too drunk to be completely sure which ground it was, possibly Abbey Stadium
Pre match pub crawl in what might have been Cambridge. Could barely walk straight and had to 'concentrate' to make it to the turnstile entrance.
Sat down on the terracing behind the goal for most of the match, might have been a draw.
Cheap pun, but too many to remember...
Remember having seats in the directors box, or possibly just behind, at Cambridge one year. Got stuck into their CUFC pound a pint lager in the directors/VIP lounge ....and got into all sorts of arguments and bother. Seem to remember [MENTION=238]Uncle Buck[/MENTION] was with us?
We won 3-2 in the rain, Rod Thomas debut.
Stewards tried to throw us out and the woman that ran the lounge argued with them, so we carried on drinking.
That genuinely surprises me given some of your late night posts !
Mid 90s @ Orient, went to Camden first for a few beers in The Elephants Head, whilst in the said establishment I meet with some regulars and was encouraged to participate in some speed earlier than usual, then proceed to Orients ground and the pub round the corner. Absolutely gone by then and if I am right I was not the only one the toilets got smashed up (not by me may I add) and the Old Bill turfed us all out. The following year no pubs were open when we played them. Watched the match and amazed I or my mate were by far not the worse in our end that day, seem to recall a bloke with tattoos on his face getting dragged about by stewards.... Anyway went back to Camden after the game and bought some ketamine for the first and last time..... Thats another story.