Embarrassing moments celebrating wins/goals

[FMBlade1]

I was on a flight from Barcelona which landed just as the game had finished, turned on my phone as soon as saw the result couldn't help but punch the air saying 'yes' loudly forgetting where I was and got some strange looks before I apologized sheepishly to fellow passengers

That's pretty tame, sure others can think of more embarrassing moments (not including when you're actually at the match!)

 

[Guesty]

I was only a kid when we played Coventry in the FA Cup Quarter Final, and like a lot of kids I sat on the back of my seat, so I could stand on the seat during attacks.

When Holdsworth equalised, the bloke behind me sent me flying into the row in front and I gashed my shin open.

The bloke was very apologetic and put me on his shoulders for the first few minutes of Extra Time (I dread to think what the people directly behind him thought about that).

I fell over playing Bulldog at school the next day and re-opened the cut - I still have the scar.

 

[Down the Channels]

On my wedding day we were playing Arsenal away.
The then chaplain of Sheff Utd was the vicar. The missus has no interest in football and asked me for 'just one Saturday off from it please on our wedding day'.
The wedding had finished and we were signing the registrar book. The vicar had gone to his office to check the latest score.........we had just scored to go 1-0 up (eventually losing 4-1). He ran back out and told me the score. I shouted 'YES, COME ON YOU BLADES'.
Missus slammed the book shut and stared at me.........Vicar took the blame for it and got me off the hook.
Married for 31 years, she has just learned to accept I can't have a day off from it.

 

[Sid1978]

On my wedding day we were playing Arsenal away.
The then chaplain of Sheff Utd was the vicar. The missus has no interest in football and asked me for 'just one Saturday off from it please on our wedding day'.
The wedding had finished and we were signing the registrar book. The vicar had gone to his office to check the latest score.........we had just scored to go 1-0 up (eventually losing 4-1). He ran back out and told me the score. I shouted 'YES, COME ON YOU BLADES'.
Missus slammed the book shut and stared at me.........Vicar took the blame for it and got me off the hook.
Married for 31 years, she has just learned to accept I can't have a day off from it.

Ian Bryson??

 

[Down the Channels]

Ian Bryson??

No, wife is called Sue.

 

[Jon Bon II]

I was only a kid when we played Coventry in the FA Cup Quarter Final, and like a lot of kids I sat on the back of my seat, so I could stand on the seat during attacks.

I was in the south stand for that game and in the seat in front was a Coventry fan, who betrayed himself by jumping up and cheering when they scored. From what I could gather, he was on his own and no one gave him any hassle at all, and quite rightly so. At the end of the penalties, when all around was pandemonium, he was just sat down looking straight ahead. I couldn't resist ruffling his hair, then I bent over, gave him a quick peck (kiss) on the side of his head and a friendly but manly pat on his shoulder. Please bear in mind that these were the days before kidney punching was a thing. The funny thing is, he didn't look around at all and just sat there, staring straight ahead, as if he was rigid with fear. I always wondered what he told his mates afterwards about the friendly but weird home supporters.

 

[Down the Channels]

Ian Bryson??

Correct, I had to google it!!

 

[FMBlade1]

I now remember having to keep very quiet in a pub in Oxford surrounded by Leeds fans when Basham scored xD

 

[Katzenjammer]

Yeah two come to mind, but the second one was for the opposite reason.

The 3-1 win against the Pigs in 2003: Me and my chums were standing on the seats on the John Street stand, taunting the grunters after Brown's wonder goal, then Wayne Allison bagged our 3rd.
We all jumped up, not realising the seats had flipped back up and fell on top of each other. I fell down the stairs and fucked my knee up and my head got stamped on a few times. It was worth it though.


The second time was on my wedding day. As we were entering the dining hall and the string quartet started playing, I checked my phone to see how United were doing at Wolves and saw that Wolves had gone 1-0 up.
I reflexively shouted, "OH FUCK OFF WILL YA", and was greeted by a stunned silence from the hundred and odd guests, followed by my wife, her mother and her sister staring daggers at me for about 10 minutes after.
The marriage continued downhill from there.

 

[Guesty]

I was in the south stand for that game and in the seat in front was a Coventry fan, who betrayed himself by jumping up and cheering when they scored. From what I could gather, he was on his own and no one gave him any hassle at all, and quite rightly so. At the end of the penalties, when all around was pandemonium, he was just sat down looking straight ahead. I couldn't resist ruffling his hair, then I bent over, gave him a quick peck (kiss) on the side of his head and a friendly but manly pat on his shoulder. Please bear in mind that these were the days before kidney punching was a thing. The funny thing is, he didn't look around at all and just sat there, staring straight ahead, as if he was rigid with fear. I always wondered what he told his mates afterwards about the friendly but weird home supporters.

That, I must admit, is a much better story than mine.