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The journey up on derby day is brilliant, and a bit surreal, all of you on the escort of big, yellow, double decker buses and all the inbred charvers come to the end of there council house gardens to shout abuse.

We had one lad on the bus this year who gave an absolutely hilarious commentry on them, had the whole bus in stitches.

 

Can also remember the journey out and this one lad, about 10, is stood on one of those pedestrian bridges no less than a mile from the ground. Fully expecting him to start giving the bus the v signs and all that but as we approach he stops, lifts his hoody up to reveal a Newcastle top, cue massive cheers. :aww:

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Can also remember the journey out and this one lad, about 10, is stood on one of those pedestrian bridges no less than a mile from the ground. Fully expecting him to start giving the bus the v signs and all that but as we approach he stops, lifts his hoody up to reveal a Newcastle top, cue massive cheers. :aww:

 

Poor lad was probably stoned to death afterwards.

 

 

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The journey up on derby day is brilliant, and a bit surreal, all of you on the escort of big, yellow, double decker buses and all the inbred charvers come to the end of there council house gardens to shout abuse.

We had one lad on the bus this year who gave an absolutely hilarious commentry on them, had the whole bus in stitches.

 

Can also remember the journey out and this one lad, about 10, is stood on one of those pedestrian bridges no less than a mile from the ground. Fully expecting him to start giving the bus the v signs and all that but as we approach he stops, lifts his hoody up to reveal a Newcastle top, cue massive cheers. :aww:

one day myself, mick and some other old farts will recount derby days past before all this crap about escorts and such like came about.
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