We got accused of being in somebody’s seat in a train from Birmingham. He got on in Wolverhampton. Very aggressive approach, demanding we move. Obvs we didn’t, I knew we were in “our” seats. He then demanded to see our tickets. I just laughed & said no. This seemed to make him more irate. The train was packed with many standing shoulder to shoulder. He stormed off & returned through the crowds with the ticket conductor woman. Lovely lady. Asked to see my tickets, smiling as I produced them. He had a big grin at this point convinced we were moving for him. Conductor lady thanked me & almost laughing asked to see his ticket. His grin got even bigger & slimier when she confirmed they were his seats. It changed dramatically when she followed up with “Unfortunately you’re on the wrong train, but don’t worry we’ll be in Crewe shortly where you’ll be able to buy a return return ticket to Wolverhampton where you’ll be able to try & change your tickets to a later train” There were audible laughs along the carriage & waves when he got off.
Away games I always avoid a connection at Leeds. Basically cos I'm in me late 40s, usually have a child or two with me and I want them to grow up in a world where they don't get kettled by a bunch of jacked up ****s trying to justify their overtime rates who are likely to give me more grief and aggro than the ****ing oppositions wannabe firm. West yorks (and humberside plod too) need to realise if you've treated someone like **** just for going to an away game are far more likely to conform to that typecast if you treat them that way from the start. My kids are better than that. So am I.
Cracking story. About 15 years ago I was in Birmingham New Street waiting for a train to Doncaster to get home to Hull. I'd been in this conference all day and was tired and irritable. I knew the train I was catching ended up in Edinburgh. I was on the correct platform. Edinburgh train arrived ten minutes early. I jumped on and went to find my seat, I then noticed the sign on the window which said: Wolverhampton, Crewe, Manchester, Glasgow, Edinburgh. I continued to my seat, thinking the notice was an error. After all, it was the Edinburgh train. There was a bloke sat in my seat. You know the rest. I was on the wrong train. Luckily for me I got off before it set off for Wolverhampton. The next train on the platform was the next service to Edinburgh going through Derby, Sheffield, Doncaster. I'm not kidding you, I felt like a right Herbert. No change there then. But laugh about it today.