Hope this story doesnt bore you, but it made me chuckle: My mates a quiet lad suprisingly considering he's a Millwall fan. He and a couple of his mates went to Bristol a few years ago to watch Wall vs Bristol City. Arriving at about 10am they found a quiet pub on the outskirts of the City and decided to have a few pints and a game of Pool before heading to the match. They soon got talking to a local lad in the pub and he joined in their round of drinks and played Pool with them, and they enjoyed a good bit of banter. At about 1pm he said he had to go, but before doing so he asked my mate which way they were gona go to the stadium. After my mate told him, he advised them of an alternative route to take that would save them time and avoid traffic. My mate thanked him and about half an hour later he and his chums set off to the stadium taking the advise off their new friend. After a few twists and turn they found themselves nowhere near the stadium, but as the lad they met seemed like a sound lad, they continued with the journey. All of a sudden out of nowhere the lad they met in the pub came round the corner with about 20 Bristol hooligans. My mate and his chums got the sh!t kicked out of them and spent most of the night in the local hospital. Has anybody got any stories or bad experiences of away matches??
I've had loads of tales of getting embroiled in some of the crap that went on in the seventies and eighties, but the story I will tell is far more light hearted, even if I didn't think so at the time ..... After our defeat against Liverpool in the 1992 FA Cup, my friends and I were booked in a hotel for the night in a hotel near Heathrow airport. To cut a long story short I got absolutely pissed out of my heed that night, and unknown to me, my mates shaved one of my eyebrows off when I was asleep. On the way home, my mates had passed this information on to everyone else on the 52 seater bus, and it didn't take long before the song went up (To the tune of 'Where's your mamma gone')..... 'Last night he heard is mamma singing a song..oo-e-chirpy chirpy cheep cheep, He woke up this morning and his eyebrow was gone..etc..etc'... Anyway, as I didn't realise it was me they were singing about (when I asked my mates, they said they thought it was someone at the back), I just joined in with the song with full gusto...This song was sang many times whilst travelling up the A1, until when somewhere in Yorkshire, I put my hands on my forehead and realised it was my eyebrow that was missing...I called my mates all the bastard twatting names I could think of, much to the amusement of the rest of the passengers...
Similar to yours MrRAW we shaved both of our mates eyebrows off and painted new ones on his face, with a permanent marker, about an inch higher on his face. Looked like he was permanently surprised for about a week until he could scrub it off. Rather unsurprisingly we got called all the b*stard tw*tting names he could think of as well.
thats a nightmare that like mate, I bet u were fuming! One of my boro mates tried to hide his boro shirt under his jumper when they played at Man City. He didnt realise the collar was sticking out abit at the back. A meat head City fan spotted it, grabbed hold of the collar and ripped it straight off his back lol!
