Schalke away in 2008. I was bladdered having been on the beer all day, and inevitably ended up at the stadium late. As I staggered to my seat (on the front row of the top tier) I went to let on to someone I know, and went arse over tit and nearly fell into the tier below. In my drunken stupor I hadn't seen that someone had hung a banner over the front of the tier, and secured it by tying it tightly to the base of the seats in the front row.
To compound my embarrassment, I then spent the next 15 minutes mistaking Daniel Sturridge for Micah Richards, loudly lamenting Hughes' decision to play Richards in a an unfamiliar left wing role. Doh.