Some great away day memories.
The wettest, Wigan at Springfield Park sliding down the mud behind the goal at a night match, also a day game about 1998 pissed down always seemed too piss down in Wigan.
Memorable moment, Wimbledon away at Plough Lane, scorching hot and getting rammed onto a overground/underground train back to Euston packed in like sardines, a copper was stood facing us, you could see him sweating and turning white, next thing he puked all over one of my mates, all down him, friggin horrible.
Scariest, been in some dodgey situations, but for being scared, we played Cardiff about 84 on a August bank holiday, we got an early service train and got off in Newport for a drink, out of nowhere Newport’s finest turned up on mass and all hell broke out, bottles, glasses, pool balls everything getting launched, police turned up and escorted us to the train station for Cardiff, what we had just witnessed was just the start. Pulled up at that tiny station next to the ground and just a tiny cinder path down to the main road, there was no more than 100 of us, as we started walking down you could just hear roars of Cardiff, being honest my bottle was going, we didn’t want to get off the station but the local police were forcing us off, calling us English bastards and everything, we got onto the main road and there was thousands of them waiting, we turned left and they just steamed us the police doing nothing to stop them, a lot of blood was spilt, during the game all kinds of stuff getting thrown into the ground, I remember when the game was over and we got kept in, a City fan stood on one of the barriers with a mouth organ and started playing the last stand, never seen/heard so many nervous laughs, trouble back to the station, thought it was over when we got back on the train, but no, the train started getting bricked and some City fans pulled the emergency chain and opened the doors jumped off and started running over the lines, mad day and by far the most I have shit myself at a game.