Your worst footballing moment?

[Gray]

The playoff final before the comeback. Even the Horlock goal was annoying.

More recently the Michael Owen goal at the swamp really wound me up, had to replaster part of my wall as there was a fist shaped hole.

That really wound me up too, that cheating tosser in charge added time to the time he had already added to ensure the Scum won.

 

[Vienna_70]

That really wound me up too, that cheating tosser in charge added time to the time he had already added to ensure the Scum won.

I think every City supporter feels exactly the same way about Seven Minutes Atkinson.

I still fucking hate him to this day!

 

[Exeter Blue I am here]

Losing to Wolves in the '74 League Cup final.

It broke an 11 year-old's heart and I sobbed uncontrollably for what seemed like ages.

Me too mate, only I was just 9. My dad and grandad took me. I was devastated when Richards scored for them late on - an absolute travesty given that we'd laid siege to their goal almost throughout. I had a proper paddy and ended up getting my legs slapped for good measure!
In terms of an absolute trough of despair though, nothing will ever beat how I felt when Fat Bob put Gillingham 2 up at Wembley. That felt like the end of the world, that it would never be our turn. Absolutely soul destroying.

Ooh and going back even further, I was in floods of tears when the BBC pulled the ECWC final against Gornik on the day of the game in order to show the Chelsea vs Leeds Cup Final replay instead. I think it might even have been my 6th birthday and I'd been as excited as an excited thing all day, looking forward to seeing us on the telly, and what I got instead was dirty Leeds and Ian Hutchinson's stupid long throw ins.

In terms of anger and being cheated I'd go with that ridiculous penalty decision at the Swamp in the Cup after Uwe had put us ahead. I was raging for days after that one

 

[OB1]

Me too mate, only I was just 9. My dad and grandad took me. I was devastated when Richards scored for them late on - an absolute travesty given that we'd laid siege to their goal almost throughout. I had a proper paddy and ended up getting my legs slapped for good measure!
In terms of an absolute trough of despair though, nothing will ever beat how I felt when Fat Bob put Gillingham 2 up at Wembley. That felt like the end of the world, that it would never be our turn. Absolutely soul destroying.

Ooh and going back even further, I was in floods of tears when the BBC pulled the ECWC final against Gornik on the day of the game in order to show the Chelsea vs Leeds Cup Final replay instead. I think it might even have been my 6th birthday and I'd been as excited as an excited thing all day, looking forward to seeing us on the telly, and what I got instead was dirty Leeds and Ian Hutchinson's stupid long throw ins.

In terms of anger and being cheated I'd go with that ridiculous penalty decision at the Swamp in the Cup after Uwe had put us ahead. I was raging for days after that one

There's so many to choose from and all the above are notable - although I don't remember the ECWC game being pulled but remain disappointed to this day that it wasn't shown live.

Wolves was my first Wembley trip and that offset the disappointment of actually losing.

Luton wins it for me though: that was a horrible shock. My first experience of relegation and something that I never expected to witness.

The latter stages of the Gillingham and QPR games were bad but fleeting moments of pain wiped away by unadulterated joy but in both cases, I it was more a case of numbness and a fear of the real pain that could come but that, for some reason, I never completely believed would. With Luton, it was a case of worst fears realised. By the time we got to Stoke away, I was too used to the worst happening.

edit.

Actually my worst footballing moment was having someone dislocate and break my ankle in three places a few minutes before the end of a game at Hough End. I couldn't look at my own foot sticking out at an unnatural angle. I had to wait about 30 minutes for the ambulance to arrive and essentially take me across the road to Withington. Once the adrenaline wore off, the pain was baaaad and the relief of the gas and air the ambulance guys gave me a huge relief. Unfortunately, as I'd eaten breakfast, they had to wait four hours before I could have a GA and they could operate so I had another period of extreme pain just before they put me under as I couldn't have any more pain medication at that point.

 

[Exeter Blue I am here]

There's so many to choose from and all the above are notable - although I don't remember the ECWC game being pulled but remain disappointed to this day that it wasn't shown live.

Wolves was my first Wembley trip and that offset the disappointment of actually losing.

Luton wins it for me though: that was a horrible shock. My first experience of relegation and something that I never expected to witness.

The latter stages of the Gillingham and QPR games were bad but fleeting moments of pain wiped away by unadulterated joy but in both cases, I it was more a case of numbness and a fear of the real pain that could come but that, for some reason, I never completely believed would. With Luton, it was a case of worst fears realised. By the time we got to Stoke away, I was too used to the worst happening.

edit.

Actually my worst footballing moment was having someone dislocate and break my ankle in three places a few minutes before the end of a game at Hough End. I couldn't look at my own foot sticking out at an unnatural angle. I had to wait about 30 minutes for the ambulance to arrive and essentially take me across the road to Withington. Once the adrenaline wore off, the pain was baaaad and the relief of the gas and air the ambulance guys gave me a huge relief. Unfortunately, as I'd eaten breakfast, they had to wait four hours before I could have a GA and they could operate so I had another period of extreme pain just before they put me under as I couldn't have any more pain medication at that point.

Did the same thing playing in the old Zingari Leagues in Liverpool in 1990. Busted tib and fib with my leg bent off at a 45 degree angle half way down the shin. Ref abandoned the game cos there were only about 2 minutes left. Once I’d adjusted to the first 60 seconds of searing pain I was actually ok......until they put me in the ambulance and drove me off to Broadgreen Hospital over a pitch that seemed to have the topography of a sheet of corrugated iron. Then they had to peel me off the roof of the ambulance!

 

[Silvercloud]

Spuds FA QF at Maine Road. The 16 year old me genuinely thought it was our year. From queuing for the tickets with my dad and Uncle (if I remember correctly wasn't this the first City game with a picture on the ticket?) to making our way down there, nothing could stop us. The atmosphere in the days leading up to it and on the day itself was the best I'd felt at that time.
Absolutely gutted on the way home.

 

[JOGAMIGMOG]

All of the above.

 

[KS55]

I was in 117 that scream from Cisse as he ran behind the net was going to haunt me for life but Pleat's fucking loafers & suit was still worse as even without the 93:20 moment we knew that our time was coming.

I'll never forget those fucking shoes. He looked like he'd just come out of a brothel, which he probably had.

 

[OB1]

Did the same thing playing in the old Zingari Leagues in Liverpool in 1990. Busted tib and fib with my leg bent off at a 45 degree angle half way down the shin. Ref abandoned the game cos there were only about 2 minutes left. Once I’d adjusted to the first 60 seconds of searing pain I was actually ok......until they put me in the ambulance and drove me off to Broadgreen Hospital over a pitch that seemed to have the topography of a sheet of corrugated iron. Then they had to peel me off the roof of the ambulance!

That sounds even worse than mine. Thankfully, I didn't need an operation; just 10 weeks in a full length plaster.

 

[Exeter Blue I am here]

That sounds even worse than mine. Thankfully, I didn't need an operation; just 10 weeks in a full length plaster.

I was equally lucky. Clean break, didn’t go through the skin. 6 weeks in the full length cast and 6 more in a half length one. I was back playing again about 8 months later