Places to get stuck following City

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Been reading the talk on the Crystal Palace pre-match thread about awkward train times and on comes Simon & Garfunkel's "Homeward Bound", written on a dark and miserable Widnes station platform. Which makes me think, what are the loneliest, most God-forsaken and neglected places folk have got stuck trying to get home after a City match? Or to get to one? In which freezing waiting rooms or litter-strewn bus shelters have you curled up for the night with only a City scarf for comfort?
(My own saddest, dampest memory is being stuck by the side of the A1 in the pissing rain trying to hitch a ride to Newcastle in May, 1968. As the hours went by and cars, lorries & removal vans ignored my cardboard sign and hopeful thumb it got to 2 p.m., so with 150 miles still to go i gave up and went back to my student digs.)
 
Been reading the talk on the Crystal Palace pre-match thread about awkward train times and on comes Simon & Garfunkel's "Homeward Bound", written on a dark and miserable Widnes station platform. Which makes me think, what are the loneliest, most God-forsaken and neglected places folk have got stuck trying to get home after a City match? Or to get to one? In which freezing waiting rooms or litter-strewn bus shelters have you curled up for the night with only a City scarf for comfort?
(My own saddest, dampest memory is being stuck by the side of the A1 in the pissing rain trying to hitch a ride to Newcastle in May, 1968. As the hours went by and cars, lorries & removal vans ignored my cardboard sign and hopeful thumb it got to 2 p.m., so with 150 miles still to go i gave up and went back to my student digs.)
A similar story. Went to QPR in 1974 with my buddy Alan. Only had enough money for a one way bus ticket so had to hitch back to Oldham. It took two days. Overnight in a barn. It was freezing. Thank God for the wagon driver who picked us up South of Birmingham and dropped us in Manchester. Got on the 98 bus and gave a false name and address to the conductor and we got home. The things you do for love!
 
Ashton but thankfully there isn't usually too long of a wait in between getting off the tram and getting a taxi home...

Not sure it counts but I once got stuck in Dam before the derby at Old Trafford the other year. Plane on the Friday got cancelled due to snow so managed to jump on the last overnight bus to London which was an experience. Then train up from there. All the while getting told the game was probably getting called off.

Ended up a good decision, we won and those I was with in Dam had to stay an extra 5 days and fly back to Southampton!
 
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On the day City wore yellow shirts at Arsenal and lost 4 nil I got stranded.

As a teenager we got into Hull port at about 8am after a college trip in Holland. I got someone to take my case home and set off for Highbury on a 1 way ticket to make the game in time. Managed it all perfectly, only to realise I didn’t have enough money for the return ticket to Manchester.

I was more interested in ensuring I got to the game as opposed to working it all out.

Had to get Euston station to ring my Dad to buy a ticket over the phone.
 
78, maybe 79, Spurs away over the Christmas/NYE period. I was staying at my sisters in Morecambe, brother in law dropped me at Forton Services about midnight. Got to Knutsford about 6am, it was snowing, tried continuing south but gave up about 12, crossed over the footbridge and tried for a lift north, fucking 7pm when I eventually got picked up, 13 fucking hours, should have just walked home to Stockport. Anyway, after 2 more lifts my brother in law picked me up in Leyland about 1am. No idea if we won or not.
 
From what I can work out, Wembley to Stratford on the tube before being woken on the way back to St. John’s Wood. Changed back for a Stratford tube and was woken at Bond Street on the last one before closure. Ended up in a hotel courtesy of my credit card.

I always have one with me on trips just in case I’m genuinely stranded. This one was self inflicted.
 
78, maybe 79, Spurs away over the Christmas/NYE period. I was staying at my sisters in Morecambe, brother in law dropped me at Forton Services about midnight. Got to Knutsford about 6am, it was snowing, tried continuing south but gave up about 12, crossed over the footbridge and tried for a lift north, fucking 7pm when I eventually got picked up, 13 fucking hours, should have just walked home to Stockport. Anyway, after 2 more lifts my brother in law picked me up in Leyland about 1am. No idea if we won or not.
December 1976 it would have been. We drew 2-2. A mate who lived in London had been visiting his mum up here and picked me up. His car then broke down on the motorway and wouldn't start. I knew next to fuck all about cars but logic told me it was the contacts on thr starter motor so I fiddled about with it and got it going again. He thought I was a genius! We went to that game.

Been left standing in the car park of Madrid airport when the coach that was taking us to our hotel fucked off without a few of us. And got absolutely pissed wet through walking back to Swansea station on New Year's day after our game there in 2013.
 
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Got the service train back to Manchester from Norwich after missing my lift home the next morning. That train stopped at about 3674563 stations on the way home. No fun with the world’s biggest hangover :-(
 
I’ve slept in Piccadilly Train Station many times after a home game and a night out in Town afterwards and just waited for the first Mets to start running.
 
What was that European game on a remote island off Sweden? About 100 blues made it and had to get a ferry or something. Was when we qualified through the fair play league I think?
 

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