Following from some chat i have had with a couple of budgies on their board, just wondered if anybody has got football stories to share with us, this could involve playing, watching anything you like? everybody can be involved, even budgies if they wish!
I had some great times with The Kings Head FC . The pub was on sproughton rd Ipswich but was knocked down to build f***** houses. We started in div 12 on Sundays and slowly climbed over the years . There was usually about 20 supporters come rain or shine . On one particular windy day my brother was standing next to a old fella who used to always come to support . The old fella had a bit of a problem as his eyes used to dribble, a gust of wind caught hold of the juice just as my bro was laughing with his gob wide open and it landed into his cake hole ... Yuck.. Laugh ! I nearly brought a round . The Kings Head football days were the greatest.
I had some great times with The Kings Head FC . The pub was on sproughton rd Ipswich but was knocked down to build f***** houses. We started in div 12 on Sundays and slowly climbed over the years . There was usually about 20 supporters come rain or shine . On one particular windy day my brother was standing next to a old fella who used to always come to support . The old fella had a bit of a problem as his eyes used to dribble, a gust of wind caught hold of the juice just as my bro was laughing with his gob wide open and it landed into his cake hole ... Yuck.. Laugh ! I nearly brought a round . The Kings Head football days were the greatest.
I had some great times with The Kings Head FC . The pub was on sproughton rd Ipswich but was knocked down to build f***** houses. We started in div 12 on Sundays and slowly climbed over the years . There was usually about 20 supporters come rain or shine . On one particular windy day my brother was standing next to a old fella who used to always come to support . The old fella had a bit of a problem as his eyes used to dribble, a gust of wind caught hold of the juice just as my bro was laughing with his gob wide open and it landed into his cake hole ... Yuck.. Laugh ! I nearly brought a round . The Kings Head football days were the greatest.
It was boxing day 1992, i was bored at home, so decided to pop up to Highbury to watch Arsenal v Town. As this was my first time at Highbury, i wasn't too sure where the away end was, so decided to have a onder around the stadium to find it, or the ticket office. I was then walking past a very quiet section of the stadium, where i saw an old boy, who i can only describe as an Uncle Albert lookalike, dressed in similar gear to a beefeater. I approached him and asked where i could purchase a ticket. After looking left and right (to make sure the coast was clear), he said i could go in this entrance, for £20. I thought, that'll do, paid him £20 and proceeded to walk into the stadium. Now, as i entered, i walked up a set of carperted stairs, ad then all of a sudden walked past what looked like a trophy cabinet. I then found found myself inside, where waitresses where milling around, tv screens showing old Arsenal highlights. I found an empty table, where a waitress asked if i wanted tea or coffee..she poured the tea, gave me a plate of biscuits, and as she was about to leave, i took my wallet out to pay. Apparently there was no charge. I now felt like someone special (not special needs before you piss takers mention it). I could get used to this, i may have to come back again and see my old mate. Now, it was approaching 3 o clock, and decided to take my position. Now, you have to remember this was before the all seater stadiums, so i thought i could just walk to a spot and stand (or find a any seat that was available) So, as i entered the arena, something felt quite "odd". I looked around, and the only seats in this part of the stadium, just happened to be leather. So, i found a spare one, took my programme out, and started to read it. After about ten mins or so, i noticed quite a few sets of eyes on me...now, i was only 20 at the time, but i'm quite a big fella, so i don't usually get people telling me to sling my hook. Well, it turns out that i ended up in the directors box, area..whatever you want to call it, which was for all the important people. I have to say, i've never felt so uncomfortable in all my life, admittedly with a huge grin like i conned my way into buckingham palace...it was a shame the game ended a boring 0-0!!
Cheers warky..there was also another time outside Portman road, home to Villa on the first day of the season (can't remember when) - when i connded a ticket tout by, instead of paying the £40 he offered a ticket for, gave him two screwed up fivers and shouted "pigs" as i handed the money over...he grabbed my notes and scarpered as quick as anything....although he did manage to sell my a childs ticket (slightly awkward at 6'4 and 17 stone walking through the turnstiles!!)
One story i have, is a bus load of us from our saturday side went down to wembley to watch England v Saudi Arabia in what i think was the final warm up match before France 98, Anyway we got fantastic seats right beside the tunnel and the players were coming back in from warming up when Ian Wright booted one of the practice balls into the crowd towards us, unfortunately it was just to high for me to catch, but it had the good fortune to smack this bloke on the back of the head who was looking the other way and rebound straight into my clutches. With this bloke started to go get billy big bollocks and getting in my face saying i wouldn't get out the ground alive with the ball, with this around 25 of my teammates all turned round and said, "you want a bet on that". this blokes face was a picture as it went ashen white and he slunk back to his seat not saying another word all game. How i love it when supposed big men get pulled down a peg or two.
Probably the funniest thing I have ever seen at Portman Road was Gunny's air kick and the look on Ullathorne's face afterwards! Megson's own goal winner in the dying seconds of another game is pretty darn good as well.
