derby away in 1990, my dad had died a few weeks before and we got snotted 6-0, just what the doctor ordered-not.
also remember ipswich away early 80,s all the way there and when we got there the old bill made us take our laces out of our boots the morons, 15 minutes into the match we go 4 nil down happy days being a blue

No but they were sat next to me on the plane and got a right twatting when the plane landed! That flight was surreal. In a nutshell, one of my mates fell over at Poznan airport, pissed, split his head open and was incapable of walking/moving any further. He was taken off to hospital and another mate volunteered to stay with him. Anyway, he got 'questioned' by the police, had his passport confiscated but then decided to do a runner. He scaled the airport fence and headed off into the woods. He bacame paranoid, buried himself in the undergrowth and waited for a few hours. Eventually he made it back to the hotel Icar in Poznan where he met the other lad who had since been released from hospital with a big bandage sewed into his head. The two of them then decided on how they would get home, bearing in mind only one of them had a passport.

It transpired that they had to proceed to Warsaw and seek out the British Embassy in order to secure a temporary passport. Bear in mind that they didn't have any change of clothes and little money and the lad whose passport was missing was covered in shit after burying himself in the undergrowth! Anyway they travelled by train to Warsaw and managed to evacuate the train carriage of other passengers due to their unkempt appearance and B.O. By now they had fook all money and had to secure digs on a boat. After negotiating with the British Embassy a passport was secured and a trip to Warsaw Airport made to try and book flights.

Neither of them had a phone and a phone call was made from a phone box at the airport to one of the lad's dads in order to arrange payment by credit card. Trying to explain all this to Polish speaking staff at the flight desk was a nightmare but eventually they agreed to let two smelly bastards, one of them covered in shit, the other with a tampon like thing sewed into his head to board a flight back to Manchester.

It was my job to go and pick them up from the airport upon their arrival. It was now Monday night and the game took place the previous Thursday. I am telling you now that they stunk to high heaven and I had to have the windows down all the way home.

I was almost pissing my sides with laughter though upon them telling me all the shit they had to go through and I've missed tons out - you could write a book about it I'm sure but all that for a shit 0-0 draw and exit from Europe. It cost them about £800 each that trip!

derby away in 1990, my dad had died a few weeks before and we got snotted 6-0, just what the doctor ordered-not.
also remember ipswich away early 80,s all the way there and when we got there the old bill made us take our laces out of our boots the morons, 15 minutes into the match we go 4 nil down happy days being a blue

Saturday April 30th 1977, Derby County 4 Manchester City 0. The Day we lost the Championship and the last time we had a serious chance of winning it.
Went with Ashton Blues Supporters Club in a minibus. Thousands of Blues packed into the Osmaston Stand along the Side and round the Corner, serious violence in there end before and during the match, i still think it was due to overcrowding. The Famous re-marking out of the penalty spot and the Sand pit of a pitch. Loads of blues including us, walked right across it at the end of the match.
i have honestly never got over this game.
The journey home has taken 32 and a half years, so far !!!!!
Regards etc etc

Worst journey I did was after the 2-2 with Pompey, the week before we got promoted at Blackburn.

City put a train on. There was no booze. It took about 7 hours to get back. I was sat with some right bores too.

that was one tedious journey.