Got a live stream in a hotel just by times square in new york that was the leeds game at home this season, gutted i couldnt go...not that i can complaim about new york though!!!
In Kiev boffing a Ukrainian bird when we beat Spurs 4-0 in the FA Cup. Not sure what made me happier...
When I lived in Andover, the only place at home that I could get a decent reception from Radio Solent was in the car, so I had to go and sit in the garage for two hours. The neighbours must have been wondering what I was up to!
Having been delayed for nearly 18 hours, I arrived at Heathrow in the early hours of May 2 1976 and pulled out my passport and my unused Cup Final ticket. The security guy asked me if I was a United fan. When I told him I wasn't, he told me that I should look happier - thus did I discover that we had won the Cup. First time I saw Bobby's goal was on ITV that afternoon.
In early January 1991, I remember waking up before 7am on a beautifully warm Sunday, at Haast Beach in NZ, after spending the night in our little Suzuki Super Carry 1000, which we'd turned into a impromptu camper wagon for touring. I turned on the radio and there was nothing, except white noise, with the odd swish in between. I got us some coffee sorted and then went back to the radio to find some fuzzy Australian station reading out the UK football results. Up popped Saints, winning against Ipswich [?]. That much I remember. Fast forward to 5 minutes ago, and having checked within the pages of my copy of ITN, I realise it could have been Ipswich [they were, like now, Div 2 at the time], after all, because it was the FA Cup. Anyway, it was the 3rd Round and Saints won 3-2, with Le Tissier scoring twice with Shearer getting the other.
That is a truly heartbreaking story. What were you feeling? Gutted for missing the game or happy that we'd won. I hope you sued the airline! Nowadays I'm sure it would be a breach of your human rights or whiplash or something!
Over the past 40 years i have listened to many Saints games/results whilst bouncing around the oceans on various ships - often on the good old BBC World Service with the reception coming & going - usually going when somebody is about to score and you are left in suspense for ages til the commenattor repeats the score ! The worst one had to be the 76 Cup Final when i was in Persian Gulf in a god-foresaken Iranian port - funnily enough the Iranians loved football and most of the kids knew about Man Utd but not Saints. I gave my one and only Saints scarf to these kids on the dock, they fought each other for it and the winner was wearing it for days afterwards even though it was blisteringly hot ! I often wondered if that poor kid survived the Iran/Iraq war a few years afterwards when hundreds of thousands of them were killed.
Well my story is not exotic like many others have posted...but never mind. I somehow managed to convince myself that I wasn't going to watch the game last Saturday. I had too much revision to do and I couldn't bare the tension, so sure enough I walked into Uni, booked out a study room in the Library and started revising...although it was half-hearted revision to say the least and all I could think about was Saints impending promotion decider. Inevitably, I watched the game on my laptop in the library...and couldn't help myself but to let out a 'get in' when Sharp via Lallana scored our first...it wasn't long until I realised that a very similar situation was unfolding in the study room next to mine...as I heard a 'roar of excitement' shortly after (just as West Ham) scored...needless to say I walked away from the Library much happier then the lad in the room next to me, but I doubt either of us ended up getting much work done!
For the first game of this season vs. Leeds I was in the Salar de Uyuni salt flats in Bolivia. Literally vast empty spaces of nothingness, although it is the most incredible place on the planet. Obviously there was absolutely no way I was going to catch the game live, so after leaving on friday and returning to at least some degree of phone signal not until monday, I anxiously spent 2 days wondering what the score was, for it then to filter through slowly from ppl back in the UK!
Desperately catching snatches of the 2003 FA Cup Final on the radio, and from guests, whilst taking wedding photographs in the pouring rain, in Caerphilly! Finally got to the reception and got to watch the last 5 minutes, including the "almost" equaliser.... pig sick, went to photograph the couple pretending to cut the cake. Went home, wet and miserable! ... Good order though!
