fulabeer said:
I know this won't be popular, but I have found leaving at half time to be the best option. You avoid the massive scramble to leave the car park, and avoid them shutting the main road off. I've found I can be home before the second half kicks off, and watch the rest on TV....."perfect".
I have already got my second phase ready, for when this becomes more popular. I will leave 5 mins "before" half time, therefore avoiding the rush. I think any body leaving 10/15 minutes before half time are wankers and don't deserve to get tickets....
Although my previous post was just a piss take. There are serious issues with leaving the ground at full time, that leaving early does solve.
I have read several posts stating that if you wait half an hour after the match, you can fly home on empty roads........absolute bollocks! The difference on leaving an evening match early and waiting to full time can add two hours to a ten minute journey. (assuming you
park at the ground)
I live in Droylsden, so in theory should be home within ten minutes. The reality of waiting for full time, means a minimum of an hour. Full time means a full on scrum to get back to your
car, and the madness that then follows. All courtesy and city brotherhood goes completely
out the window. Gladiator and rutting bulls more comes to mind. I have had two bad
incidents that required the security staff to get involved in. I'm glad they did, as they
stopped me getting into further trouble. My fuse it related to the match result! The fact they
shut the main road off just as everybody is about to leave makes a bad situation worse.
I have spent many an evening match, sat in my car, in the main car park until 11-11.30pm
just to reach the main gates. My car at the time had a factory fit TV system that I
questioned the need for. But after many repeat situations realised the immense value!
Even when you are finally released into the freedom that is Ashton New Road, you still going
nowhere. You are then subjected to the next big social challenge, which is do you let
anybody out of side streets. It's like being at Blackpool to see the lights when you decide to
go north to south for a change...(big mistake.....don't ever do it)
You know you all have to get home, so you should let people out of side roads. But you also
know that for every car you let out, there will be dozens more wanting to join further up the
road. Each and every car just adds more time to your journey. It wouldn't be so bad if your
average speed was above walking pace. But when you are just creeping along, it is hard to
avoid eye contact with that car owner with pleading eyes to let them out!
You finally arrive home just before midnight, after suffering those idiots on the radio phone
in. I no longer care if Sparky should go or stay, or of Robinho is trying hard enough. Those
rumors about this new guy coming in called Mankini or something like that, just doesn't
seem relevant to me right now.
So I try leaving two minutes before full time. I know I'm risking missing some football. I
know I'm disrespecting the players by not seeing them complete the match. I know I might
miss that late goal. But somehow the excitement of coasting past the turnstiles, floating
straight up to my car replaces any doubts I may have. I fire up the beast, and glide straight
up to the main gate. Any guilt felt by the condescending looks from the gate staff is replaced
with full on euphoria as i see the empty road ahead. Even a normal red light doesn't seem
to bad. You know after the brief wait, freedom is awaits. 30 mph which seems restrictive any
other day now feels like light speed. Shops which can be studied in minute detail just
minutes later are now nothing but a blur. Pedestrians that once strolled past you with a
smirk on their faces, knowing that you were paying a small fortune to be sat in that tin box,
are now just fools to be pitied.... pah walking...it is sooooo overrated!!!
Problem...
I want I see the full match. But leaving the ground is impossible.
Solution...
I now walk. It's three miles, so doesn't take that long. I now stay until the final whistle. I
now applaud the players off. I smirk as I watch the scrum to get to the car park. I actually
make a point of walking just a little bit slower as I pass the idiots sat at the lights on the
halted traffic. I then join the herd walking up the new road. Slowly but surely, the herd thins
out as Droylsden comes into view. It's slightly up hill all the way, but I still manage to pass
all those fools in their tin boxes. Just imagine, they are paying a small fortunes to sit in their
guided cages! Within half an hour, I'm home.
My reward for all this extra effort is a nice take away, paid for by the £10 saved from the
car park fee....early leavers, they are idiots! ;)