It was 25 years ago when a Makem business associate of mine asked me if I would like to go to the game as his father in law was not well he said we would be sitting in the main stand and I said ok, I'll go we both had promised to keep a respectful silence from baiting each other all day no matter who won and he sat me next to an old women as the 3 lads next to him were 'trouble makers' his words the game begins well the 90mins were up and we had won and we went back to his car - we didn't talk much about the game itself but I did have one comment to make to him I said next time we do this, sit me next to the 3 trouble makers, at least I would know what to expect the old women had my life, blamed me for all the trouble in the Gold paddock below blamed me for causing trouble in the town nearly had a seizure when they won thier first corner wailed like a witch in heat when they scored and said to me after the game "well I don't think much of your team" I replied 11 wins out of 11 can't be that bad I was actually sitting in line with the ball on Obrien's free kick happy days
Was there - in the away end. Seem to recall there was a bit of bother getting in and away at the end of the game
I got corporate for the 1-4 win for Shearer's last game. I stuck a few quid on that exact scoreline so was pissing myself when I went to up to collect. There were no queues that day...
25 years ago I was managing a Country Inn in the Leicestershire village of Market Bosworth, never forgot the day we played Leicester, it was the Sunday and televised, tv up in the main bar and had a number of locals wanting to bet me over the result, half time they all paid up and we ended up winning 7-1 please log in to view this image
Done a few away days with the home support over the years, I'd recommend it, it teaches one self discipline. Very difficult not to air punch frantically while trying to be quiet!
Remember being at Newcastle away game v Everton in late 1970’s and was in the Everton end. Score was 4-4 at the end and I thought I had done really well by not cheering each or any time Newcastle scored. Towards the end of the game the score was 3-3 and Newcastle scored. Managed to not cheer and even moaned at the goal being scored. Then a rather “big” Everton fan who had been standing just behind me tapped me on the shoulder and in broad scouse suggested I’d better pray that Everton scored if I didn’t want him and his mates knocking seven bells out of me when the final whistle went, just not quite in those terms. I couldn’t figure how he’d sussed me. I’d been quiet, wasn’t wearing any colours and hadn’t visibly supported Newcastle. Fortunately Everton did equalize and then the penny dropped. I was the only one in the End who wasn’t celebrating as if the lottery had just come in. Thereafter I always remembered if in the Home End to “celebrate” whenever the Home team scored. It was the sensible thing to do in the 1970’s and in the 1980’s. The one plus side was the “big” scouser was happy and we ended up going for a drink after the game. Good times.