Total agreement here... cracking weekend but can still be in pain over the result....we were so drunk on the way back on the train to get it out of our system, train broke down.... following Wednesday spoke to someone who said ah you must have been in same train as me, broke down had to change at york...played along...rang mate on the night asking him if he remembered....the reply...now yer mention it i remember summit bowt being on platform at york & stuck with no lights on the train...but i thought i dreamt it....we greaved & moved on....some games hurt & those are the ones that make the good times better
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Total agreement here... cracking weekend but can still be in pain over the result....we were so drunk on the way back on the train to get it out of our system, train broke down.... following Wednesday spoke to someone who said ah you must have been in same train as me, broke down had to change at york...played along...rang mate on the night asking him if he remembered....the reply...now yer mention it i remember summit bowt being on platform at york & stuck with no lights on the train...but i thought i dreamt it....we greaved & moved on....some games hurt & those are the ones that make the good times better
Mate...that is bait of the finest order...but go on, I'll take it! Who said I wasn't disappointed? I just didn't allow it to affect the rest of my night and I specifically pointed out that the reason for my particularly good night was the fact that my dad was in good form. I had a great night...we got beat...and I got back to my life...that's basically what you just said isn't it!? Not quite sure what you're flagging up?
I had a season ticket from 5 yr old to 30 yr old until I moved away from the area and since ive moved away ive barely missed watching a game live. Means as much to me as anyone
I hadn't really thought of that but it's true and thank god one of the good times is well underway and looks like lasting a long, long time.
I don't think I smiled or really spoke much for about a week after the playoff, that one certainly hurt me.
That's what I don't get.
You might have had a good night but you were disappointed. Unless your disappointment suddenly stopped it stayed with you ...
.... which means it was affecting you.
Or are you saying your night wouldn't have been improved if Sunderland had played better and won ...
... my night would've been better but that doesn't mean it was a disaster.
I just don't think it's possible for any Sunderland supporter to say their night wouldn't have been better if we'd won ...
... therefore it had an adverse effect.
I wasn't ready to jump in the Thames but I was pissed off with the match.
If I compare 2022 (Wycombe) to 2019 (Charlton)...it's fair to say 2022 was a damn sight better, one of my best days...but I laughed more and had a great night after Charlton. Purely circumstantial I'd say, but going back to my original point...you can't let football completely dictate your mood and familiarity breeds contempt. It comes with experience as you'll be well aware. For example...i didn't speak for 6 hours on my way home from Charlton 1998 and could barely get out of bed for a few days after...but I was 15 at the time.
I total agree, which is why I wouldn't do that.
But surely a win would've positively affected a separate aspect of your life ...
... if it doesn't I'd wonder what's the point.
EVERY safc defeat deflates me and certain defeats floor me,but haway man that last second Charlton defeat f***ing hurt big style how could it not FFS
Somebody tell him he's picked the worst pub on the sea front.
I am noticeably more 'moody' if we lose. It is what if is. Can't help it.
I try to steer a steady course between whatever storms that life throws up, I have had to in the past, it would have been impossible for me to do my job if I was a flapper.
The only exception I can think of is Sunderland AFC. I don’t get too high when we win, although I do tend to hide my excitement pretty well, but when we lose, I hit rock bottom and tend to hide myself away for a couple of days, childish? Probably, but I do what is necessary to keep my emotions under control.
The only exception I can think of is Sunderland AFC. I don’t get too high when we win, although I do tend to hide my excitement pretty well, but when we lose, I hit rock bottom and tend to hide myself away for a couple of days, childish? Probably, but I do what is necessary to keep my emotions under control.
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Well, it seems like you can take it reasonably well.. I remember the Charlton play off final like yesterday, the first one I mean. Its been since, for me and my lad, like a running nightmare. So clear and vivid from the first to the lastminute, from setting off to it finally hitting home the following day at the petrol station at Pallion when filling up the car. I might as well tell the story, again, as no matter how hard I try, it never gets any better.
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I was fortunate enough to have a very well paid job with one of the Airlines based at Ponteland. The day before the game three of us, Dave a work colleague supporter of the lads, Dave (my lad) and me set off on staff travel tickets flying down to LHR BA business class, basically for free and then back on the Tuesday after the game.
We Flew out, had a very nice breakfast and landed at LHR and hit London. We quickly made our way and went to Eastham where we were staying overnight with Dave's brother (supporter also) before coming back home. We settled in, had some grub , changed and set off for the West end, Covent Garden and Piccadilly.
We ended up at a club/boozer called Tiddy Dolls (history buffs need to research) around the Mayfair area sitting listening to a pianist playing a grand piano as Dave's brother staffed these type of clubs and hotels in the area for his clients, ending up as another freebie. We stayed until around 12 pm before heading back to the digs. No tubes , buses but very ,very expensive taxis I do recall.
Following morning found us up bright and early after breakfast and setting off for Kings Cross to meet up with a couple of mates before heading off up to Wembley. It was a bit of a blur trying to take in the stadium and the stroll up to it , the first time being in 73 and then the Milk Cup final in 85 which were light years away but at least the lad was enjoying it. Getting into the stadium it was hard not to see just how dilapidated and crumbling it was. A shade of its former self. Onto the terraces for the build up and the singsong. If I ever hear another Robbie Williams "let me entertain you" again ******* it will be far far too soon. The other thing that stood out was just where the Charlton fans were, there end being empty for most of the time we were in our seats then all of a sudden, there they were.
The Match. less said the better.
After the final whistle I can only describe as feeling and being numb, in fact I'd say in shock. I remember clearly going to the toilets on our way out and wading through ankle deep rivers of piss. The smell, Argh, I'll never forget that smell. .. We wandered down Wembley way in a daze and eventually ended up at a McDonalds buying a a burger or something that I do not recall eating before heading off back up to (there was a steep bank) the tube station when an old mate from my youth, not seen for years, Robbie Thompson came into view. He was with his little lad slouched with this flag on his shoulders and he appeared to be in much the same state as my crowd.. We chatted about the game for 15 or so minutes, it could have been longer or less, but shock seemed the basis for being unsure of how long. We parted ways and took to the tube back into London. During the time it took to travel back to Eastham to Dave's brothers before heading up town to celebrate (fecking good word that after you've lost) but it was becoming clear, to me at least, I needed to get home.
Bearing in mind we had staff travel business class flight tickets back for the for the Tuesday me and the lad headed up to Kings cross to see if we could but a seat on a train heading back home. Later two singles were bought. for £168.00 and after purchasing a Kentucky bucket opposite KC we boarded the train around 8.00 back to the North East. Needless to say it was like a morgue on the train especially having had the four tinnies confiscated before boarding . The wife got a shock us being home that night but it was the next day at Pallion that it really struck home.
While filling the car up ,still in this daze I looked over to the lad behind me filling his up at the same time. We both looked at each other and just shook our heads in what I realise was one of those a "what the hell happened there" moments..We never spoke, never said a word but the pain that showed on this lads face must have mirrored mine.. I got home about an hour later and cried.
Thanks for reading if you have.
Do I feel the pain has been lifted writing this, Not one bit. That particular result and time frame still hurts like hell.
That brought back some horrible suppressed memories... thanks a lot! 
Always good to hear peoples versions...we bussed this one... absolutely devastated, like you say deadly silent in journey back ..then to make matters worse the bus got blocked in & we sat for almost an hour waiting to be out....one man brought me back after this game...got home & had to watch...then Quinn came on with his interview straight after about us having choices to either feel sorry for ourselves or get back up & be ready to hit ground running next season....to which was one of the most unreal season i have ever experienced...by October we practically knew we were going up.
Although we lost that game to Charlton....i still always say whenever its brought up....i know i will never experience a game of football quite like that for swinging back & forth...i guess when it was voted right up there with one of the best games ever at the old Wembley
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