Dodge
Well-Known Member
Just for shits and giggles.
More relevant to 80/90's away trips, when we hitched to games, blagged football specials or travelled in a mates battered old transit.
Palace away hitched down on the Friday night, nowhere to stay, as per normal. Managed to break into Crystal Palace Athletics Stadium, slept on the pole vault landing mattress until chased off in the morning.
Peterborough cup game, hitched via Nottingham, slept under some loft insulation on a building site. Fucking nightmare next day.
Norwich away, a dozen of us in the back of a transit. Slept in the van in Kings Lynn, went on the piss, messy as fuck, woken up by one of the lads curling a turd. Same trip, one of the lads fell through the back door of the van doing 80mph on the fast lane M6. Stopped the van, walked back down the hard shoulder towards where he fell out, literally expecting to find a body. There he was walking up to us, like nothing had happened, totally unscathed. Until he realised his jeans were on fire. He had a box of matches in his back pocket which ignited as he scraped his ass on the tarmac. Left him to put it out himself as payback for frightening the living daylights out of us.
99 play off final slept under the M1 at
Staples Corner with a load of tramps. Woke up to find they weren't tramps but Blues doing exactly the same as us.
Happy days.
More relevant to 80/90's away trips, when we hitched to games, blagged football specials or travelled in a mates battered old transit.
Palace away hitched down on the Friday night, nowhere to stay, as per normal. Managed to break into Crystal Palace Athletics Stadium, slept on the pole vault landing mattress until chased off in the morning.
Peterborough cup game, hitched via Nottingham, slept under some loft insulation on a building site. Fucking nightmare next day.
Norwich away, a dozen of us in the back of a transit. Slept in the van in Kings Lynn, went on the piss, messy as fuck, woken up by one of the lads curling a turd. Same trip, one of the lads fell through the back door of the van doing 80mph on the fast lane M6. Stopped the van, walked back down the hard shoulder towards where he fell out, literally expecting to find a body. There he was walking up to us, like nothing had happened, totally unscathed. Until he realised his jeans were on fire. He had a box of matches in his back pocket which ignited as he scraped his ass on the tarmac. Left him to put it out himself as payback for frightening the living daylights out of us.
99 play off final slept under the M1 at
Staples Corner with a load of tramps. Woke up to find they weren't tramps but Blues doing exactly the same as us.
Happy days.