Maine Road about 8 years ago, Aston Villa, we had just came up with the successive promotions but were floundering when a poor Villa team came to town.
Left home about 3pm on the friday afternoon to get the train to Belfast, a couple of pints then to the boat, boat full of scousers going to the scouse rags game, bit of banter and the next morn they wished us all the best and we did likewise.
Arrived at Lime Street about 8am and scallys bimbling about with I 8 Mancs on theback of their shirts, giving us strange looks as we were wearing the Sky Blue.
During the train to Picc decided initially to get some scoff in Picc, but after getting off the train the rags were hanging around, walked through them (me wearing the Kappa Brother coat) before one could be heard saying "what the fuck was that"....."Blue Bastards" decided to get scoff in the town.
Got scoff and then a taxi to the beehive, a few beers and then to the ground. about 15 minutes in and 1-0 feed the goat
then it went wrong as we proceeded to lose with even ladyboy hendry scoring and i knew we were doomed and the real prospect of the rags sending us down.
Back to the boat and sitting there glum faced and disconsolate the bindippers even tried to cheer us up with a chorus of Blue Moon, that capped it off and i went to bed.