Is that picture from the same game, or even the same bloke, as when a fella ran on cos he thought it was all a load of shit and dragged his wife and kid on with him.
Great stuff!
marcus said:
There seemed to be a lot of streakers around this time too. People had obviously lost the plot. Some one would run on starkers to be met by huge cheers, then even more cheers when the stewards couldnt catch them.
But one incident sticks in my mind, a couple ran on, hand in hand, and both had no bottoms on! Tops but no bottoms! The usual cheers were then replaced by "eeuuws" as people realised what was going on. To make matters more cringeworthy the stewards didn't bother chasing them so this couple had to just walk back to the stand extremely awkwardly!
Any one else remember this or was it a strange dream I had?
I had a ticket in the open stand between the North Stand and The Kippax for this game.
The bloke was a few rows in front and smashed out of his skull. Up out of his seat all the time, going through all the songs on his own. She was mortified and giving him daggers.
Anyway, they fucked off at half time and the next thing you know, part way through the second half, they are running out of the Kippax. I don't know how they got in there as it was sectioned off and you weren't supposed to be able to get in there from that stand.
I'm pretty certain that he had his pants off with his meat and two veg swinging and she had her top off. Like they only had one set of clothes between them.
I don't know what he had said to her at half time but she must have gone from saying
"Please, dear, you are awfully loud tonight. Would you mind awfully if I could trouble you to sit down and watch the match in a respectful and sombre mood? You are embarrassing me somewhat"
"Yes, I would actually."
"Ok, well now that is settled, I suppose you had better hold my top, I'm getting my tits out on the pitch"
The bloke started running after the ball, trying to tackle the Arsenal players. Vieira, Henry and all them were stood there thinking, 'fuck me, what is this shit.'
Even funnier for me in that match was that it was 4-0 after something like 20 minutes (as it seemed to be every year during that period against Arsenal and some bloke ran out of the Kippax and sat down on the pitch, arms and legs crossed.
Some stewards went up to him and had a word, telling him to shift. He wasn't having it so they picked him up and carried him off whilst he still sat there with his arms and legs crossed, like a really shit Buddha statue.
