The most tedious/stressful away day?

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Just a quick one so stimulate your thoughts and distract me while I'm avoiding dissertation writing.

Which away game - and I'm thinking league game before someone shouts 'Malta' at me ;) - have you found most annoying in terms of travel in your time as a Blade?

I'm not necessarily thinking in terms of distance travelled, although of course it's a factor. I'd imagine places like Crewe and Port Vale are a nightmare even if they aren't a million miles away.

Some city sides such as Leeds, Newcastle, and the London clubs are easily accessible by train so don't warrant a painstaking drive, but I'm curious as to your thoughts - I'm sure there are some funny stories to be shared too.

I'm guessing Plymouth is a given, but where else is a nightmare?!
 



Didn't go but sounds like Millwall was this season.
 
Just a quick one so stimulate your thoughts and distract me while I'm avoiding dissertation writing.

Which away game - and I'm thinking league game before someone shouts 'Malta' at me ;) - have you found most annoying in terms of travel in your time as a Blade?

I'm not necessarily thinking in terms of distance travelled, although of course it's a factor. I'd imagine places like Crewe and Port Vale are a nightmare even if they aren't a million miles away.

Some city sides such as Leeds, Newcastle, and the London clubs are easily accessible by train so don't warrant a painstaking drive, but I'm curious as to your thoughts - I'm sure there are some funny stories to be shared too.

I'm guessing Plymouth is a given, but where else is a nightmare?!

Malta? I think the best one to assess that trip is Jim Chimmerney
 
Just a quick one so stimulate your thoughts and distract me while I'm avoiding dissertation writing.

Which away game - and I'm thinking league game before someone shouts 'Malta' at me ;) - have you found most annoying in terms of travel in your time as a Blade?

I'm not necessarily thinking in terms of distance travelled, although of course it's a factor. I'd imagine places like Crewe and Port Vale are a nightmare even if they aren't a million miles away.

Some city sides such as Leeds, Newcastle, and the London clubs are easily accessible by train so don't warrant a painstaking drive, but I'm curious as to your thoughts - I'm sure there are some funny stories to be shared too.

I'm guessing Plymouth is a given, but where else is a nightmare?!

Got to be Crystal sodding Palace. In the middle of miles of urban sprawl and a nightmare to get there by road.

By public transport any ground miles from a station. With the growing number of re-located grounds, that could be quite a few. Of the old grounds Layer Road Colchester was a bloody route march!
 
The most stressful one for me was the last time we played Man City at Maine Road.
We thought it would be a good idea to get the bus back after the game to Piccadilly then on to the Curry Mile before going back to Piccadilly to get the last train home.
On his way back the bus driver decided to go off-route to dodge the traffic and drove straight through a ghetto. Some little bandana-faced scrotes jumped the bus at some traffic lights and ran down the bus to rob the passengers. When they realised it was full of football supporters they though better of it and retreated but not before making a grab for the drivers money tray. The driver objected to this somewhat and landed a juicy haymaker of a punch on one of them's jaw sending him reeling and we drove off. An old dear on the bus collapsed on the floor and was being attended to by some Blades.
At the next set of traffic lights the twats caught up with us and trapped a monster-sized lit firework in the doors of the bus pointing into the drivers cab. Some Blades rushed to the front to help but just stood there transfixed. I shouted for the driver to open the doors to let the firework fall (he was weaving in and out of the traffic at this point to get away) but he was a bit pre-occupied to hear my shouts. I then shouted for one of the Blades at the front to kick the firework onto the floor but in doing this he merely pointed it downwards and as it went off it bounced off the floor and into the drivers cab ricocheting about in there for a bit.
Miraculously the driver was unhurt and every single one of us shook his hand as we got off at Piccadilly.
The old dear's son was waiting for her and we made sure she was safely with him and knew what had happened before we disappeared.
Needless to say we forgot about going to the Curry Mile that evening and hot-footed it back to Sheffield :)
 
The most stressful one for me was the last time we played Man City at Maine Road.
We thought it would be a good idea to get the bus back after the game to Piccadilly then on to the Curry Mile before going back to Piccadilly to get the last train home.
On his way back the bus driver decided to go off-route to dodge the traffic and drove straight through a ghetto. Some little bandana-faced scrotes jumped the bus at some traffic lights and ran down the bus to rob the passengers. When they realised it was full of football supporters they though better of it and retreated but not before making a grab for the drivers money tray. The driver objected to this somewhat and landed a juicy haymaker of a punch on one of them's jaw sending him reeling and we drove off. An old dear on the bus collapsed on the floor and was being attended to by some Blades.
At the next set of traffic lights the twats caught up with us and trapped a monster-sized lit firework in the doors of the bus pointing into the drivers cab. Some Blades rushed to the front to help but just stood there transfixed. I shouted for the driver to open the doors to let the firework fall (he was weaving in and out of the traffic at this point to get away) but he was a bit pre-occupied to hear my shouts. I then shouted for one of the Blades at the front to kick the firework onto the floor but in doing this he merely pointed it downwards and as it went off it bounced off the floor and into the drivers cab ricocheting about in there for a bit.
Miraculously the driver was unhurt and every single one of us shook his hand as we got off at Piccadilly.
The old dear's son was waiting for her and we made sure she was safely with him and knew what had happened before we disappeared.
Needless to say we forgot about going to the Curry Mile that evening and hot-footed it back to Sheffield :)

Bloody hell.
 
Agree with Palace.

My first ever away trip was a bit of a nightmare. As a 12 year old, went to the old Boothferry Park ground, Hull in October 1983 with some friends by car. It pissed it down the whole day making the journey and traffic even worse. Finally got to the ground 10 minutes into the game and it was already 1-1. Didn't see a thing and felt quite dangerous on the terrace with no barriers. At one point we got a corner and I found myself lifted off my feet and nearly crushed at the front. Decided best to stand at the back out of the crowd and got piss wet through for the next 70 turgid minutes of play. Decided enough was enough and left 10 minutes early only for a massive cheer to go up as we got to the turnstiles - Hull had gone 2-1 up. By the time we got back to the car, soaked, Hull had won 4-1 and we hadn't seen any goals.

Didn't go to another away game for about 10 years!
 
In over 50 years I have only ever been late for THREE matches.

Two of the three were at Turf Moor due to the traffic between Halifax and the shithole. Both games had early goals that I missed AND on the second of these visits (Deane hat trick etc.) the fucking coach broke down on the way home and we didn't get back until 4am!
Burnley the home of overt racism and stress.
 
Palace no question. Even people that live streets away don't know where it is.
 
Most stressful return journey was from Maine Road circa 1988 when our coach driver decided not to go via the M62 but went over Woodhead and appeard to be attempting to recreate the final scene of the Itallian Job.

There were a few lads on the bus who fancied themselves hard nuts but even they were reduced to gibbering wrecks.
 



Burnley away, cup run 93, was interesting, we got in the ground 5 mins before kick off, it was a pretty empty away end, fans trickled in throughout the first half until it was almost a full away end, road works had held up most of the coaches, kick off was even delayed by 15 mins, Deano got a first half hatrick which most missed, some bloke had a heart attack and died at half time and the Burnley racists chucked bricks at the blades on the way out at full time, great result for me but terrible for most blades.
 
Spurs away 1991, lost 4-0 and some 6'4 black lad threw a brick through the back window of the coach.
 
Sunderland away in 1998, lost 4-2, loads (incl. me) got nicked when the police waded into a 60 odd year old bloke who was holding his grand daughter, I asked what time we were all going to be let out and the coppers response was "about 5 mins after the last train to Sheffield"
 
Gillingham, the back end of beyond. I went in January, it was freezing on their roofless scaffolding stand and to make it worse we were crap and lost 2-0.
 
Ok, I've never done a link before so this will probably go wrong, but what should be in the below link is a list of Football League and Premier League grounds by distance from a UK mainline railway station.

https://blogs.ncl.ac.uk/geospatiale...coffee-break-debate-football-travel-distance/

For those who can't access it, the worst 4 (furthest first) are:

Fleetwood T
Bury
Sheffield Wednesday
Yeovil T

The first 3 are redeemed somewhat by the fact that they have a tram stop much closer. Yeovil, I must agree, is an absolute pain. You can do it with two buses. Personally I walk half way, then get a bus from there. Except after we lost there in the play offs when I thought 'sod it' (or similar) and got a taxi.
 
Cardiff (playoff final) was a bitch getting to, our coach was diverted through the hills, going home was worse...
 
Reading by train, after a session in London we made our way to reading, supped in the station at the station and got one of the free buses which is a massive ball ache, even worse on the way back when we lost to a lady minute goal.
 
Reading by train, after a session in London we made our way to reading, supped in the station at the station and got one of the free buses which is a massive ball ache, even worse on the way back when we lost to a lady minute goal.

Youve had it tough lol
 
Most stressful return journey was from Maine Road circa 1988 when our coach driver decided not to go via the M62 but went over Woodhead and appeard to be attempting to recreate the final scene of the Itallian Job.

There were a few lads on the bus who fancied themselves hard nuts but even they were reduced to gibbering wrecks.

Ah well confessions of a coach driver. It was me it was me. No not really, but I did drive the supporters on a few occasions in the mid 80's. We played L***s on 28th September 1985. It was a Sunday and I remember we had a lot of fun driving back down the M1.
 
Any out of town shithole where the home fans get brought in on buses.
 



Malta? I think the best one to assess that trip is Jim Chimmerney

It was a great trip, met Trig for the 1st time :)

Back in the days when you only had the radio to help you on your way, I travelled up to the old Valley Parade via train, December time, early 80s. As I was pulling into the station, they announced on the radio that the game was postponed because of snow. Not the longest wasted trip but damned annoying to a teenager at the time !
 

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