The guy who ripped his season ticket in front of the Kippax

[Gray]

Those old season ticket books were great, pristine at the start of the season and a dog-eared tatty mess by the end.

Woe-betide you if you ripped out the wrong number or a couple by mistake you had to use a paper clip to get them back in the book.

The numbers at the stadium were random so no way could you forge a few extras for mates, and it forced you to take the whole book to every match.

They were the days.

 

[Scaring Europe to Death]

John Tague from Marple was the pitch invader v Bury and he later ran the Marple Tavern.

"Taguey" was in my school year at Marple Ridge and it would be an understatement to suggest that he was a funny character bordering on daft lunacy.

As a footnote, I was contacted around 7-8 years ago by a Bury supporter who was writing a book about the 97-98 season, (coincidentally their highest finish in years).

He wanted to interview the infamous pitch invader and had been given my name as somebody who might be able to help.

So where was Taguey now that the Theatre of Base Comedy had finally got their act together and were now a seriously professional organisation winning trophies on a regular basis

Unbelievably he'd moved to Southport and was now a Season Ticket Holder at Haig Avenue

 

[blue b4 the moon]

I remember being at this game, that said I remember being in the car and listening to the gmr phone in where people were talking about it.

Don't remember the actual game at all.

Was that how it became such an iconic thing as who actually saw him do it. Most places on the Kippax you couldn't see much of the rest of it and if your in the main stand you're not going to know what's going on.

I was for some reason in the new Umbro stand for this, I may have said this earlier in the thread...2 guys on our row were churning out splifs to pass along and we fucking needed them.

 

[paulchapo]

John Tague from Marple was the pitch invader v Bury and he later ran the Marple Tavern.

"Taguey" was in my school year at Marple Ridge and it would be an understatement to suggest that he was a funny character bordering on daft lunacy.

As a footnote, I was contacted around 7-8 years ago by a Bury supporter who was writing a book about the 97-98 season, (coincidentally their highest finish in years).

He wanted to interview the infamous pitch invader and had been given my name as somebody who might be able to help.

So where was Taguey now that the Theatre of Base Comedy had finally got their act together and were now a seriously professional organisation winning trophies on a regular basis

Unbelievably he'd moved to Southport and was now a Season Ticket Holder at Haig Avenue

Why??? That has to be the stupidest thing I've ever heard. It's not like Southport is a million miles from Manchester is it?

 

[blue whippet]

Those old season ticket books were great, pristine at the start of the season and a dog-eared tatty mess by the end.

Woe-betide you if you ripped out the wrong number or a couple by mistake you had to use a paper clip to get them back in the book.

The numbers at the stadium were random so no way could you forge a few extras for mates, and it forced you to take the whole book to every match.

They were the days.

I kept all my old books for a while after they were phased out. Then I stuck one ticket from each book in a scrap book. Sadly that too met it's demise. In the dark days the only excitement was guessing what number the ticket would be.

 

[Dave Ewing's Back 'eader]

John Tague from Marple was the pitch invader v Bury and he later ran the Marple Tavern.

"Taguey" was in my school year at Marple Ridge and it would be an understatement to suggest that he was a funny character bordering on daft lunacy.

As a footnote, I was contacted around 7-8 years ago by a Bury supporter who was writing a book about the 97-98 season, (coincidentally their highest finish in years).

He wanted to interview the infamous pitch invader and had been given my name as somebody who might be able to help.

So where was Taguey now that the Theatre of Base Comedy had finally got their act together and were now a seriously professional organisation winning trophies on a regular basis

Unbelievably he'd moved to Southport and was now a Season Ticket Holder at Haig Avenue

Had gone to a club where they still have paper tickets?

 

[Sheik Battle and Goal]

Those days are long gone now. I mean, have you tried ripping up a seasoncard? You'd need to take scissors with you to cut it up, and then you'd be nicked for bringing an offensive weapon into the ground with you.

Try doing that with your phone

 

[Stephen230]

Those old season ticket books were used for my first ever side hustle, as a young ‘entrepreneur’

Me and my mate would keep all the old books from previous years and as he lived local, he’d nip down to the ground a few hours before each match to see which number they were using. We’d go through all the old books to see if that number was unused from previous years and if not sell them outside the ticket office.

Never had any comeback, so can only assume the gatemen either didn’t notice or didn’t care that they were old tickets.

 

[Scaring Europe to Death]

Why??? That has to be the stupidest thing I've ever heard. It's not like Southport is a million miles from Manchester is it?

Don't shoot the messenger mate.

Only Taguey could explain why the personification for all our 1990s frustration now prefers to watch Southport.

The last time I saw him was at Newcastle when Goater scored the winner in the snow.
However the last time I actually spoke to him was in the Goyt Inn in Whaley Bridge immediately after Goater had scored the winner at Macclesfield
It was only a few months after the Bury game and he was definitely still banned from Maine Road

 

[The Lightbowne Cowboy]

After one game in the late 90s, I was that pissed off I pinned my season ticket to the dartboard in my local. Went back in the day after and some fucker had nicked the drawing pin!