Wigan in the FA cup final.
I was in University and to secure a ticket, travel and day out spending I went skint for the whole month pretty much for that shower of shite.
I had to set off around 4 in the morning on the Saturday to make the coach down, got pissed wet through, couldn't get in any of the pubs as they were rammed and letting in on a "one in one out basis" and took a fucking age to get through the turnstiles at Wembley. A shower of disinteresting shit followed and then the journey back to Wealdstone in the tanking rain. When finally dropped off around half 1 in the morning the last train had left so I had to wait 3 and a half hours for the next, rolled in at home around half 5/6ish in the morning and had to start a 10 hour shift stacking shelves and dealing with wanker customers at 8.
A weekend to fucking forget and it was my birthday on the Monday.
I was in University and to secure a ticket, travel and day out spending I went skint for the whole month pretty much for that shower of shite.
I had to set off around 4 in the morning on the Saturday to make the coach down, got pissed wet through, couldn't get in any of the pubs as they were rammed and letting in on a "one in one out basis" and took a fucking age to get through the turnstiles at Wembley. A shower of disinteresting shit followed and then the journey back to Wealdstone in the tanking rain. When finally dropped off around half 1 in the morning the last train had left so I had to wait 3 and a half hours for the next, rolled in at home around half 5/6ish in the morning and had to start a 10 hour shift stacking shelves and dealing with wanker customers at 8.
A weekend to fucking forget and it was my birthday on the Monday.