As for my favourite ever away game...Notts county. (Terry Butcher was manager) I was in the home end with my mates and it was last game of season. We we were just about relegated with minutes to go. I think we lost but with minutes to go some other team scored (maybe Brentford) and we stayed up. There were hundreds of us on the pitch at the end. Pure elation. That's what our club was like in those days. Dark days when I think back.
Boro away August 72,first game of the season i think,went with my mate and his dad,we stood right at the front of the holgate end,mayhem in that end all game,think we got beat but remember Nobby stiles playing for them if i remember correctly
Newcastle in about 1956 would be my first away game. First proper away game was Liverpool in F.A, Cup, we won 2-0 and I think Ian Lawther got the goals, about 1958.
Away to Oldham 74 or 75 1-1 draw - billy Hughes scored - we had the big open end behind goal - however 50-100 or so of our lot ran across pitch before kick off and went into the paddock next to the home end for the crack
Wolves in December 1991. It was my first year at Uni in Birmingham so I went along. Don Goodman made his debut that day. He put some shift in and tried to beat the defence all by himself a few times. Mainly because we had two players sent off inside the first 12 minutes. Byrne disputed a goal kick to them a bit too fiercely with the linesman and got a red. Two minutes later, Armstrong could be seen having a go at the linesman. Ref gets called over. Another red! The lads battled like **** and Tony Norman had a great game. It wasn’t enough though and wolves scored in 60th or 70-oddth minute and won 1-0.
Mine was scunthorpe United in the 2nd round of the FA Cup we got beat 2-1 there was absolute carnage that day, I was also at York aswell, again absolute carnage, I was 15 and absolutely loved it, got thrown out with 20 minutes to go as me and my mate were bursting for the bog, couldn't get near the loos so walked down the steps at the back of the stand, we found a blue door that seemed a good place to go, the door opened and was full of coppers and we just stood there mid flow. We got back in before the final whistle after a load of lads decided to basically rip the gates open
Mine was City away August 1980. Wednesday night. Went with a mate on The Chester’s bus. Cracking night. Won 4-0 and were top of old Div 1. All downhill since other than a couple under Keane. Hoping to get to a few more next season work permitting.
My dad took me to Leeds in the 60's...Only thing I can remember about the game was that they had a black player (very rare in those days) called Albert Johannerson and he seemingly didn't have a good game as the Leeds fans were calling him every name in the book....the game was a 0-0 draw
Sat 16th Sept, 1989 away at Blackburn Bunch of us decided to go last minute after a night on the piss in Consett. One of the lads drove his white transit, and we all jumped in the back listening to the Sone Roses. It was chaos, stopped at Kirkby Stephen pub en-route and hammered by the time we got there. Some daft antics, don’t remember much about the match or getting home but apparently we drew 1:1 Headed to Uni in Manchester a week later
Think my 1st adult one (old enough for a gargle was Notts County 1979 80 ish. I think we won 1-0 but we were locked up in a police van at the side. Greedy b*stards wanted 70p for a beefburger. Tariff was 30p I think. Anyway with blatant disregard to H&S rules we tipped the wagon over. Obviously older n wiser now never thought about the consequences (hot oil etc). Any way 70p was a damn sight cheaper than the £70 fine .
Back in those days mate you could do that...decide last minute and pay at the gate. I remember doing that as late as around 96 when me and a mate decided very last minute to drive to Carlisle midweek. It was the night the news broke that Andy Cole signed for Man utd. There were happy chants that night!
Same for me, in fact it was my first Sunderland match thinking about it. I didn't get to a home game for another three years. Got the bus over from Mansfield and was amazed at the amount of Sunderland, how mad they were and how they looked after me ... I was thirteen. I remember one lad, in particular, who had a Sunderland scarf covered in metal badges of all the grounds he'd been to ... ... and absolutely crackers
We set off at 5 am to get there I was 16 My mate got me a seat on the bus I had no contacts and that was my first opportunity for an away match
Those were the days eh....remember going to Sheffield Wed. mid week in the Jim Baxter era, two young lads got on the bus with carrier bags full of cans sat at the back and were already well pissed, think we left around 1 or 2pm. It was a John Tennick arranged coach if anybody remembers him. Anyway we hadn't even reached the Houghton gap when these two spewed up all over the floor the smell was horrendous and it swilled up and down the bus both journeys and just to make the day we lost 1-5....happy days indeed.
