Sat on the terrace? The rain was torrential that day. They nearly called the game off!Swindon away 1987. Sat on the terrace virtually all the game. Think we won 4-3?
That was the first time I ever saw us win away!!
Sat on the terrace? The rain was torrential that day. They nearly called the game off!Swindon away 1987. Sat on the terrace virtually all the game. Think we won 4-3?
Great !!!!Got a picture of you asleep at the game, will have find it
Half time against United and two goals up with a hand on the trophy.
Sobered up pretty fucking quick!
We had area under cover down side of pitch too mate. Yeah it pissed down alright.Sat on the terrace? The rain was torrential that day. They nearly called the game off!
That was the first time I ever saw us win away!!
Other than the Bayern game, the Basel game is the most pissed I’ve been at a Euro away.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.
You must have been pissed if you saw me, i didn't go that one :))Other than the Bayern game, the Basel game is the most pissed I’ve been at a Euro away.
Flew to Zurich the day before the game With my lad and my best mate; got the train to Basel. Then had a relatively sedate night. Pissed, but not slaughtered. Found an amazing restaurant tbf. The schnitzel was amazing.
The day of the match we started drinking early. Saw @Ric, @squirtyflower @Danamy and I think @Rascal
Was utterly slaughtered by lunchtime. Carried on drinking heavily all afternoon and early evening. Late afternoon, those two (lad and mate) went back to the hotel; I went to find them about an hour before kick off and I found my mate walking around the corridors of the hotel naked. He looked very confused.
We still made the game and the seats were amazing. With a loads of blues in the Basel end. Near the front, close to the halfway line. Did well to land them. Great set of lads too. We were all on tv after the third City goal.
Carried on drinking after the game, and then got the train back to Zurich the next day - and met a mate who lives there for lunch. It was a great lunch too. Overlooking Lake Zurinch.
It was a brilliant trip. I miss those Euro always. One a season is enough, but they are such fun.
I think it was more, I was incapable of putting them on :-))))Probably easier to say which game was i sober at.
Bad was Swansea away for an early sunday Ko. I got through the turnstile and then the coppers inside just laughed at me and said who are you kidding and chucked me out.
Chelsea Full Members Cup. Fell asleep on the terraces. Woke up for the last 5 minutes and thought we had won.
Charlton away, too pissed to get through the turnstile, watched it on teletext in the Con Club by the ground
Seville, chucked out, pissed
Liverpool, Chucked out pissed
Atalanta, too pissed to get up the roundy roundy bits at the san siro so went back the bar. Woke up in a car park at 5am by Italian paramedics
Madrid, pissed got in removed from the ground and watched in a bar
Shaktar, mindless, flight home was like a zoo
Arsenal Charity shield, asleep whole game
Forest, went out the wrong exit of the pub, saw a bus with trent bridge on it got on and it had just passed the ground, ended up back in the city centre in the Old Jerusalem, mindless
OT chucked out pissed
Huddersfield chucked out pissed
Maine Road chucked out pissed
Schalke, looked like a scene out of the Walking dead
Munich, my mate lost his shoes @andyhinch
Everton New Years day, in the Coffee House at 12 bells with my Everton mates on champers. Don't know how i got home.
Southampton, on the midnight, first train out of Waterloo to Southampton, then boozing on the ferry to the IOW at 9am, back to Southampton, in the pub, jibbed the special home. Didnt go the match, too pissed.
Burnley got head butted by a police horse and had my cans taken from me by the copper. Dont remember getting in.
Norwich, time we stayed in Great Yarmouth. Chaotic
Palace, ended up gate crashing a wedding in Islington, head in the curry bowl. My mate claiming he was a friend of the brides cousin.
Hearts V Rangers at Hampden, with a load of Hearts all day in Glasgow, terrifying.
England v Scotland at Wembley, with the Hearts mob again, fucking ridiculous amount of whisky drunk.
Oxford away, i was actually driving the van that day and sober, but it was the drunkest most foolish day i have witnessed being a blue. I could write a book about it, it was insane from leaving Manchester til we got home.
Poor Dennis, i think he probably still has nightmares about us.I think it was more, I was incapable of putting them on :-))))
Edit, I’m blaming the barman he didn’t want us to go.
I’m the exact same now, back in the 70s and 80s though it was a completely different story.Strangely I have never been pissed at a game. It would have been nice under Pearce but I always drove to the games. Even a few Wembley visits I didn't drink much before hand, seems daft to fork out that much money and not remember an actual cup final.
very similar to my day apart from kipping on the way home. Our coach rocked all the way up the m6 and i carried on for the the next week.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!!
Brilliant.Other than the Bayern game, the Basel game is the most pissed I’ve been at a Euro away.
Flew to Zurich the day before the game With my lad and my best mate; got the train to Basel. Then had a relatively sedate night. Pissed, but not slaughtered. Found an amazing restaurant tbf. The schnitzel was amazing.
The day of the match we started drinking early. Saw @Ric, @squirtyflower @Danamy and I think @Rascal
Was utterly slaughtered by lunchtime. Carried on drinking heavily all afternoon and early evening. Late afternoon, those two (lad and mate) went back to the hotel; I went to find them about an hour before kick off and I found my mate walking around the corridors of the hotel naked. He looked very confused.
We still made the game and the seats were amazing. With a loads of blues in the Basel end. Near the front, close to the halfway line. Did well to land them. Great set of lads too. We were all on tv after the third City goal.
Carried on drinking after the game, and then got the train back to Zurich the next day - and met a mate who lives there for lunch. It was a great lunch too. Overlooking Lake Zurinch.
It was a brilliant trip. I miss those Euro always. One a season is enough, but they are such fun.
its a fruit liqueur, mainly.Brilliant.
Re Basle, near the end of the match I asked a copper if they were locking us in after. He was genuinely bemused 'why would we do that he said'
I was OK until we left the ground and returned to the bar opposite. I was on lager until I saw a waiter with drinks that were on fire, it was a strange conversation
'what's that'
Schnapps
What's schnapps
It's schnapps
But what's schnapps
This could have gone on for awhile but it was stopped when a London Blue bought me one.
So I bought them one, someone bought someone else, perhaps me one. Someone else, well you get the picture.
I still don't know what it is, Vodka?
It's a tarts drink.Brilliant.
Re Basle, near the end of the match I asked a copper if they were locking us in after. He was genuinely bemused 'why would we do that he said'
I was OK until we left the ground and returned to the bar opposite. I was on lager until I saw a waiter with drinks that were on fire, it was a strange conversation
'what's that'
Schnapps
What's schnapps
It's schnapps
But what's schnapps
This could have gone on for awhile but it was stopped when a London Blue bought me one.
So I bought them one, someone bought someone else, perhaps me one. Someone else, well you get the picture.
I still don't know what it is, Vodka?
I forgot Celtic where the big fella shit his pants thinking i was attacking himIt's a tarts drink.
Munich I think, just found it on my phoneI forgot Celtic where the big fella shit his pants thinking i was attacking him
:))
I preferred GDM's reply, more, how shall we say, polite.It's a tarts drink.
I believe Mr Bigg's reply to be succinct and correct.I preferred GDM's reply, more, how shall we say, polite.
As if I would be scared of you :)I forgot Celtic where the big fella shit his pants thinking i was attacking him
:))