Just had a bloody lovey breakfast, bacon sandwich, buttered malt loaf and swilled down with a nice cup of tea, sort out what I'm wearing and off up The Miners, good old chin wag and a couple of pints and a slow stroll down winterstoke rd, pint outside the Coopers, a sit on the wall and another waffle, have a pie in the café and wander around to the Williams, buy my draw ticket, I might win £500 this week, get a program and wander into my seat, check out the lads, look around to see some familiar faces, wind up the know-alls around the dug-out, give SOD a clap, settle down in my seat, the whistle blows..... Now, c'mon lads we can beat this lot and what am I going to get from Evelyns for my supper tonight.... Up the City....
My match day Wake up have some chessey spread on toast, Put last nights walking dead on, Watch soccer am till half 11, Go to Asda and pick up my Tiger Baguette cook myself a bacon baguette. Watch what ever game they have on till 2.10 drive down to the gate, Have a chat with my cousin and uncle. Then sing for 90 minutes Then on the way back Get some KFC for nearly every ****er in my family (well everyone in my house and ill get my nan and granddads tea, What a great grandson eh ) YOU REDS
Well done Shiny wish my grandparents were still here My day is waiting for the bathroom to be free then get shouted at that they will be late. Then pick whatever it is I'm supposed to collect or do on a Saturday. Get called a mug, idiot or I don't know what I'm on about by my 13 year daughter. Listen to her gassing with her friend on the way over with the general outburst of some Justin Beiber song. Then at 2 my wife will read out the team from twitter. Watch the game sit in the car for 20 minutes in the car park waiting to get out, listen to 20p on the way home. Get home Chinese or Indian then get told I'm a mug idiot or I don't know what I'm on about by my 13 daughter, have a few beers then bed
My matchday wake up at 1 am try and get back to sleep give up and listen to cricket finally sleep at 8 back awake at 10 get ready to go at 12 then head down go down north street into aldi and mccolls back to car listen to radio bristol then get in wooden seats matvh kicks off then have the late comers from the premier seating get in my way
going by the area you were describing you must sit behind the dug-outs? As a kid I would always try and stand (holding onto the red railings) behind the away dug-out and next to the tunnel to collect autographs, as I 'grew up' I stood next to the tunnel where week in week out the same familiar faces would stand, one I remember was a chap called Jack that raised so much money for the club selling lottery and the 2000 club, he also took in players for the club and one of the last I remember was David Moyes! When I manage to get a game in nowadays I sit next to my family near enough where I stood for all those years, and yes still the same familiar faces! anyway wiz, did you get something fishy from Evelyn?
Its great to have those memories, I've got so many and nothing changes I still get the same excitement, feel the same shivers down the spine, apart from no one smoking the same old smells and when I walk up over the steps, first the silence, then the surrounding noise and then there it is, that bloody lovey old stadium, the green playing surface and I absolutely love our fans, old and young, all of them and the ghosts of people gone or the memories of them, it's all there and you can't beat it... I had a steak and onion pie, chips and a curry sauce and thoroughly enjoyed it mate....
That's why I think we should stay at AG wiz. Was nice to read that My matchday for tomorrow is different Wake up. Do nothing all bloody day until city kick off, Tune in and im done
yes those smells! being next to the tunnel was the closest place to the players and as 80% of our matches are watched in cold or wet conditions I could feel the warmth coming from the tunnel mixed with the smell of liniment/winter green as our heroes entered the pitch between the rockin' robins shaking their pom poms!
I know this is going to sound weird but I miss the night games especially where you can smell the smoke and stale beer. I know I'm a smoker but I don't smoke indoors as I don't like the smell of it in houses and buildings but I miss that smell of going to football as it reminds me of a kid when my grandad smoked his pipe.
Sorry mate your too young to remember people smoking pipes. Bit like your bongs but no water and portable
ah right, What did they use to use instead for cocaine instead of a rolled up twenty back in the day then rod?
Tell you the truth I never knew anyone who done it back when I was younger, it was too expensive. Shame it ain't now then more people would not be on it When I was about 18 you could go out get 20 ***s and drink all night on a little over a fiver Can remember getting a beer half price for 28p one night so 56p on a normal night
My Saturday begins as I awake on Friday morning or in the case of a Tuesday evening match on Monday morning. All day I keep thinking about the next day's game. In years gone by, it could be last minute planning the journey for an away trip or for home matches just continually thinking about the game and it's outcome. I don't remember many dreams, my wife can remember every minute detail, but the recurring one on a Friday night is the "Anxiety" dream; I'm miles away from Ashton Gate with a couple of hours to kick off and every effort I make to get there is thwarted by broken down cars, late trains and any other way you can think of to keep me from getting to Ashton Gate by 3.00pm. Now I live in Portugal, I don't get that dream very often but i wake up on Saturday morning with a tingling excitement that it is match day. What should I do until I settle down at about 2.45 in front of the computer to listen to Radio Bristol? My wife likes to find me jobs, cleaning the ash from the fire, getting the logs in for Saturday nights fire, preparing all the ingredients of Saturday evening's Bolognaise, choosing the wine, walking the dog for an hour. All these things happen with me being there in body only. The spirit is already at the Gate winding itself up for the 90 minutes ahead. Before a game, I am absolutely hopeless at score/result prediction, but from 3.00pm onwards, it's uncanny now how I can almost predict the outcome of the game based on the first five minutes of action as described by a variety of average to poor Radio Bristol match commentators. It's a sixth sense that tells me we will win comfortably or suffer yet another abject defeat. So what will it be tomorrow at Blackpool? Call me at 3.10pm and maybe I'll be able to tell you. Whatever it is, it will be a gut wrenching, agonising hour and a half until the ref blows the final whistle. And I always remember an encounter with a Port Vale fan before a game at Ashton Gate in 1962 or thereabouts; he said he didn't expect anything but a defeat in away games. An infrequent draw is considered a superb result, while the winning of three points is a miraculous event that is to be savoured for ever. I bumped into him after they had won 3-4 and just shook his hand and congratulated him on the day's miracle. Will tomorrow bring a miracle? I hope so, but wouldn't bet on it.
You bloody youngsters!!!!!!!!!!!! I can remember cigarettes at 1 shilling and 3d and beer at 9d a pint, when it cost me 6d as a boy to get into Ashton Gate. And the only cocaine was injected by the dentist to deaden the pain as he yanked another one out.
Ill stick to a £10 bottle of vodka from asda. Drink half of that with whoever went halves, Then have shots all night at 1.50 a pop so could quite easily go out now with £20
