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Guest toonlass

Reading last season, Michael Owen's offside goal, two lads extremely drunk next to me managed to fall over the seats infront, onto a woman with a southern accent, who had previously told us all off for standing up, behind her. She tried to get us all chucked out, but failed and we spent the whole match taking the piss out of her and her husband.

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Women and football for you.

 

Misogynist!

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Women are always welcome at football.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

As long as there's a beer pump and pie shelf in the end they're in.  :laugh:

 

No there's a lovely girl in the row behind me, but some women get other lasses a bad name at the match by acting like they're at the theatre.

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Women and football for you.

 

Misogynist!

:razz:

 

Women are always welcome at football.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

As long as there's a beer pump and pie shelf in the end they're in.  :laugh:

 

No there's a lovely girl in the row behind me, but some women get other lasses a bad name at the match by acting like they're at the theatre.

 

There are many men too, who have mistaken the football match for the local library.

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I also had to endure the hour and a half stop outside a polis station in Birmingham (Feb 2006) after some drunken, trampy little charver had got himself nicked before kick-off.

 

Was fucking fuming though, desperately wanted to get back to Chester-le-Street 'cos Jo Guest was making an appearance at Studio (a shit nightclub in Chester).

 

Thought I was gonna miss her getting her tits out.  Made it in the end like.

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Sitting next to Bobby Davro on the plane to the Real Mallorca game, 2 days on the piss in Magaluf, more Spanish brandy* than was humanly possible to drink, being on the telly at half time, having an argument with Beardsley's brother in a bar, being the most pissed i've ever been in an upright position.

 

*oakish tones with a soft toffee nose [/alex]

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Sitting next to Bobby Davro on the plane to the Real Mallorca game, 2 days on the piss in Magaluf, more Spanish brandy* than was humanly possible to drink, being on the telly at half time, having an argument with Beardsley's brother in a bar, being the most pissed i've ever been in an upright position.

 

*oakish tones with a soft toffee nose [/alex]

 

Only football could conspire to produce such an usual travel experience as that.

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I also had to endure the hour and a half stop outside a polis station in Birmingham (Feb 2006) after some drunken, trampy little charver had got himself nicked before kick-off.

 

Was f****** fuming though, desperately wanted to get back to Chester-le-Street 'cos Jo Guest was making an appearance at Studio (a s*** nightclub in Chester).

 

Thought I was gonna miss her getting her tits out.  Made it in the end like.

 

That was me.

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Man City two years ago. We got the left overs from the shearer testimonal scarves, Souness last game. Everyone in the crowd waving them scarves was absolutley amazing.

 

Villa a month ago. Mike Ashley going through our turnstile, i got a chant started "there's only one mike ashley".

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Man City two years ago. We got the left overs from the shearer testimonal scarves, Souness last game. Everyone in the crowd waving them scarves was absolutley amazing.

 

Villa a month ago. Mike Ashley going through our turnstile, i got a chant started "there's only one mike ashley".

 

I think your getting two trips mixed up mate. Wasn't Souness' last game a night time kick off when we lost 3-0? Because I was at that one as well as the one you mentioned above. Afterwards there was a little bit bother apparently, and then some Police Woman on a Horse charged at us so we had to quickly get on the coach, there was no need for her to do it either. We were only on backpage with a bunch of miserable gits anyways. They were just being arsey.

 

I remember there was a minute silence at the game the year after, that you are talking about, when we got the scarves. It was 0-0 and on remembrance day and about 3,000 geordies held out their scarfs for the silence, it looked fucking immense...then from their the whole thing went boring.

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Man City two years ago. We got the left overs from the shearer testimonal scarves, Souness last game. Everyone in the crowd waving them scarves was absolutley amazing.

 

Villa a month ago. Mike Ashley going through our turnstile, i got a chant started "there's only one mike ashley".

 

souness was sacked before shearer's testimonial

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Got thrown out of Anfield.

 

What for?

 

Not stealing.

 

Bloke in the row in front was winding me up, calling me a fat bastard etc for some reason so I grabbed him by the throat and told him to shut the fuck up.

 

We were both mortal, and were both ejected.

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tales of garlic octopus

 

This particular tale was a good 10 years ago now.

 

We travelled down to Sheffield Wednesday, quite a few of us, and all the usual matchday banter made the trip enjoyable, despite it seeming like ages because I was only about 8.

 

One of my Dad's mates, being the person he is, decided that he would take yet another of his obscure foods on board the bus. This time, it would be the turn of the Garlic Octopus. Halfway down there, Jonny decided to open up the jar which contained the Garlic Octopus' (Octopi?  :undecided:) and everyone almost immediately felt sick. We got to the outskirts of Sheffield when we pulled over to get a Police escort. When we pulled over my Dad suggested that we stretch our legs, so off I trotted down the bus. When I got off I asked the Policeman to take us to the nearest pub which at the age of 8 was quite amusing, and funnily enough the Policeman did it. So the booze got flowing in the pub, and I had a sip or wo of my Dad's beer and whisky. Then Jonny decided that it was time for a practical joke.

 

The next round was bought, and everyone drank a good half or 3 quarters of their pint. One Garlic Octopus remained in the jar, that was...until Jonny put it in his pint. He then proceded to take it to the bar, and ask "here mate, what the fuck is this in my pint!?!?" and the bloke was shocked and horrified :kasper: then quickly poured him a brand new pint for nothing. It was fucking great.

 

The final part which I remember was being inside Hillsbrough and banging the wooden seats to get songs going. It was a great day out...especially at the age of 8.  :coolsmiley:

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I'm very bad at remembering dates of matches and scorelines, statistics in general so bare with me........It was in 1997 I think when I was down in London to visit friends. We met Arsenal (PL) and I just thought I'd go to Highbury in search of a ticket. No punters in sight outside the underground so I went to the ticket office but sold out. However....as people collected their tickets I asked them if they had any spares. I stood there for about an hour asking "any spare tickets?" with no Arse-fan even bothering to say yes or no. Kick-off was a minute away and I was about to leave when the last people in the que collected their tickets. I thought, ok lets ask these kids and then sod it! I couldn´t beleive my luck when he said YES! Then he looked a little scared of selling it on the black market so he asked how much I'd like to pay for it? I had expected to pay around £50 but the kid looked shaky so I said I'll give you £20. OK he said, and then I ran to one of the best seats in the ground, middle/center circle top tier. It was magic, and we won 1-0 thanks to a rare Peacock goal. I think it must have been Anelkas debut as well coz there were 3 blokes (Anelkas father and 2 brothers probably)  in front of me who went mental when he came on as a substitute.

 

 

 

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Sitting next to Bobby Davro on the plane to the Real Mallorca game, 2 days on the piss in Magaluf, more Spanish brandy* than was humanly possible to drink, being on the telly at half time, having an argument with Beardsley's brother in a bar, being the most pissed i've ever been in an upright position.

 

*oakish tones with a soft toffee nose [/alex]

 

Only football could conspire to produce such an usual travel experience as that.

 

Sounds like Toon Travel. We found a bar just down from the hotel & spent so much money on Sangria & spent so much time in the bar the owner ended up letting us make our own & pay what we wanted.

 

Being interviewed for Newcastle World on the beach on a sunny Magaluf morning in my shorts playing keepy uppies & 3 goals & in with my 2 mates.

 

Got to the ground quite early, went down a side road near the ground found 2 bars with old locals in, free tapas (sardines heads mostly) & drinking as much funny looking liquers we could see & paying peanuts for it (they may as well have been giving away the stuff).

 

That bloke playing keepy uppy in the ground (who ate all the pies) & the Toon subs getting told off at HT for trying to kick the balls into our end. And a beach ball.

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or going to the Emirates last year without a ticket & ending up watching Orient play Yeovil (0-0), going in the Yeovil end by mistake (no beer) & being led into the Orient part of the main stand and past the tunnel as the players were running out! Telling the locals, when asked about the game, that it was park football & drinking beer in their kind of portacabin bar in the stand.

 

Toon drew 1-1 & getting very funny looks when we shouted when we'd heard Dyer had scored.

 

I'd have been in real trouble had the walk passed the tunnel been on Soccer AM 3rd eye as our lass still thinks I went to the Emirates and was a bit worried as that Russian guy had been poisoned that week & had been to the ground!!

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Think Athletic Bilbao was formed by an Unwashed,hence their team colours,correct me if i'm wrong.Nearly had a punch up with Basque barman in Lanzarote over this issue.

 

From Phil Ball's excellent Morbo:

 

Athletic Bilbao, as mentioned in chapter three, finally settled on red and white in 1914, apparently in homage to Sunderland, although others claim it was to cement the relationship the city enjoyed with Southampton, for nautical reasons. the problem with the Sunderland theory is that it seems to have arisen out of convenience - Bilbao's bar-room historians having realised that the association offered more kudos. The Southampton one seems much more likely, though Sunderland's own industrial profile makes the connection a feasible one.

 

Not related to any particular football story, but Bilbao, and the Basque country in general, is a fantastic place. The people are some of the friendliest you'll ever meet and the beauty of San Sebastian is breathtaking.

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Ultimate Away Day - So far this season has to be Blackburn...

 

7:30 - Started drinking - Sausage Rolls & Ginsters Pies

 

7:30 - Spotting various white sugar like powder being passed around...

 

8:00 - Bus breaks down

 

8:20 - Bus breaks down

 

8:45 - I accidently break the Bus toilet door.

 

9:00 - Bus breaks down

 

9:30 - Stop at Service station - Get told we are not allowed back on the bus as we still have drink...one lad takes one for the team, gets off and dumps his booze.  Bus starts moving again followed by a rendition of 'Drink, Drink Wherever We may be' and cans/bottles being opened.

 

10:15 - Bus crashes into the back of a people carrier

 

10:30 - Chorley - Drinking in a pub, they actually forgot to cover the pool table.  20 Geordies piled onto the table, bouncing, singing, beer spilled food chucked, generally going mental.

 

11:00 - Chorus of 'She's a Dwarf a Dwarf...' aimed at the barmaid who was around 4'2" dragging some charva out by his ear lug from the pub.  :clap:

 

11:05 - 20 Minutes of 'Tell all the boys you know...we've got the worst defence in the world' everyone going mental again.

 

11:45 - Arrive @ The Furnhurst - Almost get charged by a copper on a horse due to jumping off the fire escape of the bus. 

 

12:00 - Join in with the madness in the Party Tent, everyone going mental for around 2 hours - best lunacy I have ever witnessed :)

 

14:40 - Head to the ground, join in with the Mohammed the Bear songs and manage to boot the bear across the forcourt! :)

 

15:00 - Kick off - Fans were going mental from start to finish.  Excellent day - Brilliant support under the circumstances and decent work put in by the lads.

 

15:45 - Brilliant Pie from Ewood Park

 

16:45 - Clap the lads off the field - Meet up with some lads from back home on the way back to the bus - go mental :)

 

17:00 til home - Brilliant Bus Driver decides that 'You lot have broken 7 seats' and attempts to hoy some people off...kid infront of us sets his lip up stating 'the seats where already knackered' bus driver replies...'no they wernt, its been a crap day and this rounds it off'.  Bus driver walks back to the front, Kid stands up and shouts 'ill show ya fkin broken seats ya cnt'  and levels the seat so its default position is now horizontal.  Mentalists.  We have to listen to Rave all the way home...I was kicking off big style! 

 

Home - Went out on the piss until 4am with the lads. 

 

All in all, a quite mental, class, bizzare, random, brilliant, bad, amazing day!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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