Most pissed you have been at a game..

Had a few pints of Old Speckled Hen before a match at Oxford in the 90s, bit 'wobbly' after that.
Everton, night game 1986. Met my brother (who was at Liverpool Poly) who took me on a tour of all the City centre pubs we went in, of which there were loads!
Got to Goodison, Everton scored after a few minutes (could have sworn I saw about 4 balls going into the City net).
Battered 4:0 by a very good Everton side, Lineker getting a hatrick.
Stayed at my brothers flat, where he cooked me a chilli , felt absolutely shite the next day!
 
Had to chuckle at the post from Blue Mist about his rule about not getting pissed before a game(though I can understand about not getting pissed in Switzerland, which is SO expensive)
My rule, along with probably thousands of other Blues used to be 'Get as pissed as possible before a game'.. especially during most of the 90s as it did tend to help you forget what you had witnessed!(some of it anyway!)
 
johnnytapia said:
They equalised in last minute, went to replay at Maine Rd, which we won 2-1 to set up tie against United. Which we lost 2-1. The game Uwe opened scoring for us and they got that snide pen
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that replay at Maine rd was when we gave them the whole North stand & they brought about 500,it was sick & was another example of how badly we were run at the time...
 
lancs blue said:
It was the Frog and Parrot on West St that sold the strong stuff, there was one beer they only sold a third of a pint at a time, it was like drinking treacle, horrible.
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The beer was called Roger and Out. Horrendous stuff but got you very pissed
 
TheCentralScrutinizer said:
that replay at Maine rd was when we gave them the whole North stand & they brought about 500,it was sick & was another example of how badly we were run at the time...
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Yep, true but the crowd that night was still under 23k so wouldn't have made much difference wherever we'd have put them. But you're right, we were a shambles.
 
Blue Mist said:
And then there was Basle, away. I flew into somewhere and had a couple of beers, met up with the London Blues and had more. We then went to a 'pub' right outside the ground and had even more but..... I stuck to my rule, dont be pissed before the match and was OK. After the match is different and we left the ground and went back to the same pub. After that it is a total blur, I am told we got on the wrong tram and ended up miles from where we should have been.
Apparently I tried flagging a taxi down whilst sat in the middle of the road. Fortunately the cop who got out saw the funny side and radioed for one. Well they both have lights on the roof, how was i to know !
If it wasnt for a brilliant London Blue who got me back to the apartment I think I would have frozen to death in the wasteland that is a Basle industrial estate.

So, a quick mention to all the the London Blues who have drunk with me in Turin, Basle and just about every other City we have visited these last few years. A better bunch of drunks you could not wish to meet.
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It was fucking freezing in Basel!
 
I'd go for Lokeren myself. We'd stayed in Ghent the night before and woke up the morning of the match bright and early and set off to find some breakfast. Before finding anywhere we stumbled across a small bar in a backstreet that was just opening up so as you do we wandered in for an eye opener.
4 pints of Stella please barman.
That's cats piss try this (or words to that effect) he said pouring out 4 pints of another lager for us. We all had a mouthful and agreed it was very decent so we grabbed a table and started to plan the day.
We finished our pints and thought we'll have another of those so sent one of the lads up to the bar. He returned a couple of minutes later with the drinks and an amused expression on his face.
You know these beers we're having on an empty stomach at 11 in the morning? Well they're about 9%....
Don't remember much about the rest of the day.
 
mike1923 said:
Sevilla was also messy. Our pub got attacked and the windows got put through, my old man ran out to take them on on his own the mad old ****. Got his head bust open by a table and I was too pissed to go to the hospital with him so sent some random city fan who spoke Spanish (if you’re on here, I owe you a beer!)
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Oniels Irish bar?
I patched up a bloke with bandages from behind the bar,balding chap, claret everywhere, just taken on 20 or so masked up Spaniards outside.
Same fella?
 
doots said:
You're welcome.
The fuckers ran off as soon as enough City were outside, shame it wasn't in time to help your old man (game as fuck he was!).
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Yeah they legged it when a bunch of blues came from another bar and a few from our pub got outside. He’s a mad bastard but getting a bit old for it!
 
Aarlborg was messy. Day trip so on the pop from 5-00am right through. Fell asleep at the end of 90mins slept through extra time and woke up for the penalties
Some lads I know who were staying over went for lie down and missed the game completely
 
Wycombe at home was a messy one. I forgot my season ticket so had to buy one from a tout, which was in the Main Stand. And we lost.

The plus side was that there were no bar queues at half time so I had time for 2 pints.
 
Maccblue said:
Aarlborg was messy. Day trip so on the pop from 5-00am right through. Fell asleep at the end of 90mins slept through extra time and woke up for the penalties
Some lads I know who were staying over went for lie down and missed the game completely
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Got a picture of you asleep at the game, will have find it
 
Gillingham at Wembley.

The night before, a couple of us decided to go for a couple of socials in the local. After a couple I was persuaded to to head up to Oldham for a couple and ended up in Tokyo Project. Bad idea as I met the lads I played football and some going to the game the day after. Shots started, songs started and you can guess the rest. I got in about 3 and the next thing I remember my Mum woke me up about 6, I was steaming still and had about half an hour to get a shower and onto the coach!

We got on the coach and there was bottles of vodka being passed around which brought me round a bit, but I was steaming. That kind of steaming where you don't get drunk anymore. We got to a pub near Wembley and I'd pretty much sobered up because of the adrenaline and the nerves. It was weird because the drinks were flowing and I bet we'd had a good 8 pints before the game! Once we were inside, the adrenaline meant I remember most of the game, particularly towards the shootout. My voice had gone partly with singing but a lot of booze had just nailed my voice ha ha!

Once we got back on the coach, I was exhausted and slept most of the way back but when we got back I had a house party to go to as we'd won the Play Off final and my united mates had got back from Barcelona. Great night, both teams had won their big games and of course, I didn't have an early one and carried on till the early hours....

I can't describe how I felt on Tuesday morning in work as I'd barely slept all weekend and blasted the ale and couldn't speak! Don't think I did anything for a week and felt awful for most of it as well.

Great weekend though, wouldn't swap it for anything!!
 
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