It wasn't fun in the train, the cops out us in a dead end and let Leeds chuck stuff over them at us for what seemed like hours.
Remember the ****s running up side streets/over duel carageways etc to try and get at us.
Barcelona away a couple of years back, really nice day on the coast thought won’t need a coat, froze my lad had to give me his jumper
That is excellent!Scariest was a trip to, of all places Luton in the dark days of Division 2. We couldn’t find any pubs that would let us in but after a bit we stumbled across a kind of rough working mens club down a sidestreet. The bloke on the door let us in on condition that we kept our heads down and didn’t draw any attention to ourselves.
We got in, bought a pint and found a quiet corner to sit in. Then one of our lads just said he was going to put a quid in the fruit machine. 2 spins later and he drops the jackpot. Problem was, it wasn’t a normal fruit machine. It was one of those that was linked with other clubs in the area to build up a shared jackpot. First prize was about £300. All in pound coins.
The machine was flashing away, alarms going off and all these pound coins clattering into the tray below. Obviously the locals who had been feeding this machine for months without winning were not impressed. Games of pool and darts had stopped and people were starting to point and gather around these 4 outsiders. And still the pound coins kept coming. We were scooping them into pockets by the handful but they still kept going.
Eventually the clattering stopped and the machine went quiet and the only sound was muttering and angry cursing from the locals. And then the lad who won it, bending over scooping up the final coins and completely oblivious to the fact we were about to die came out with 'I wonder if they’ll change these behind the bar for me’.
We had to walk through a guard of honour of angry blokes to get to the door. Still amazed we made it out.
Coldest: Another one for Boundary Park I’m afraid. January FA cup under Keegan. The performance did little to take the chill of that icy North wind. Lost 1-0.
Weirdest: Wembley play off final. After queuing for 8 hours for a ticket we left at my behest (“ If they score again we’re leaving”) and driving out of the Wembley car park resembled a scene from an 80s Nuclear 5 minute warning film with people dumping cars willy nilly and running back in. Passed a panting Eddie Large fighting for breath on the stairs as we watched ET and pens.
Most Enjoyable: seeing us put 6 past Burnley and realising we were special. Trouble on the way out after seeing the local inbreds watch us all game instead of the football.
Strangest ground: Luton. The turnstiles were in what appeared to be terraced houses and the stairs looked down into local’s backyards.
Most clichéd: York. By a happy quirk of fate (although not at the time) I was there along with the other 20 000 City fans...
Emptiest: TNS. And what a dreadful minibus journey there and back.
It was freezing we were staying in callela was quite warm there, goater555You froze your lad and he gave you his jumper?
Fuckinell! How cold was it?
Ditto, how they played that I'll never know, it was grim as fuck and i think kernaghan scored for them!Boro away in the cup, early ’90s, the fog was so bad couldn’t see past the half way line
We lost in both cups there in the same week