First away game, without yer dad . . . .

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Darren said:
He was indeed taken out, but the ball fell to Franz Carr who should have had a tap in. He delayed too long and a defender got back and blocked his shot :-(
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Man City's Graham Kavanagh definitely handled Franz Carr's effort on the line but the ref though Carr had shot wide
 



I posted this on another thread a bit back:


"My first away game ever was at Wednesday on March 12, 1966, a 2-2 draw. I was seven and went on my own!

It seems unbelievable now but my dad (who had virtually stopped going to matches by then) took me to the ground in the car and we went to a South Stand turnstile together. He paid for me to go in and then he went off to Firth Park to visit his mother, my grandmother. He told me where to be after the match and he picked me up there.

We did exactly the same thing later that year on September 24, another 2-2 draw.

The next Hillsborough Derby was on January 6, 1968. I was nine by this point and clearly didn't need any more mollycoddling because he just ran me down to Meadowhead, gave me the bus fare and the price of entry and told me to take care, and then I got either a 42 or 53 bus straight through to the ground. I sat in the stand behind the Leppings Lane goal and saw another draw, this time 1-1. Eleven days before this, on Boxing Day 1967, I'd gone with my uncle to Hillsborough to see Leeds play Wednesday. He lived in Leeds by then and did some work for Radio Leeds and some one had given him a stand ticket. He asked if I wanted to go and paid for me to stand on the Leppings Lane end in a crowd of 51055. It ended either 0-0 or 1-0 to Leeds but I remember being as interested in the electronic scoreboard regularly flashing up goals from our game at Southampton, a 3-3 draw. Again, he simply told me where to be after the game but, looking back, I'm a bit surprised my dad hadn't taken me down to Pond Street and given me the fare to Southampton instead.

My first away game anywhere other than Hillsborough was that FA Cup quarter-final at Leeds on March 30, 1968. It was my tenth birthday. I went with a bloke from across the road who took me to all our home games at the time. His son, about four years older than me, also went together with a schoolmate of his. We all had tickets to different parts of the ground so we split up and simply arranged a place to meet afterwards. I can't remember much about the match itself but I do have a recollection that I was on a really massive bank of terracing and I struggled to see one end of the pitch. The crowd was 48322.

I appreciate I'm beginning to sound like a bit of a Billy No Mates but I don't think any of the other kids who I used to stand with at home matches were allowed to go to away matches at this stage. If my parents were ever worried about me going, I certainly wasn't aware of it.

The first away game I remember going to where any of my own friends were there was Mansfield away in the FA Cup third round on January 4, 1969. Another neighbour took me and three or four others in his car. Tudor put us a goal up but Mansfield came back to win 2-1. Dudley Roberts scored at least one of their goals. I remember a wall collapsing at one end and United supporters spilling on to the pitch and I also remember Tony Currie was the sub as he was coming back from illness/injury and the fans were calling for him to come on for what felt like ages.

Finally, I got to go to an away match outside Sheffield with no adult involvement on February 24, 1973. I went with a lad from school to Leicester City, a 0-0 draw. Jim Bone made his debut. Tom McAlister made a brilliant save from an Alan Birchenall shot and Peter Shilton took an enormous amount of stick from United supporters on the away end, which was very close to the pitch. We were singing "the monkey wants a banana" to the tune of "for he's a jolly good fellow" and he didn't like it one bit.

As others have said, I would never have let my own kids go to matches on their own at the same age. They were very different times."
 
Cyprus Blade said:
28th Feb 1970 v Blackburn - I seem to recall missing the first 20 minutes due to Blackburn police's over-enthusiasm and ended up with no bootlaces as they confiscated them.
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You will have missed Blackburn's 1st minute goal. Not sure how long after it was when Woody scored

 
Small Mendonca said:
MK Dons 2011-2012 season with BadgerBlade, good day out ruined by the 'funeral' atmosphere of the game and of course Alan Smith.
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That was a fucking horrible game. The day after Ched had been sent down. We took 6-7k fans down there, and it was a complete let down, the collect intertia went right through the side, and in to the fans. To make matters worse Beattie nearly scored a last minute winner, just as Wednesday scored a late, late winner at home to Carlisle. After the match i was in a foul, foul mood exacerbated by a heavy session before the match and ended up with me losing it McDonalds near the ground where i lashed out, and a cardboard cut out of Pete Winkelman got a beautiful right hand smash, and sent flying across the restaurant in front of several bemused diners.
 
Swanseablade said:
I was only a youngster, so you may be reight.
"Took it on his knee & volleyed it" doesn't sound like the Bob Matthews I remember, but it wer a long time ago...........
You're spot on about Millmoor going mental - I'll never forget that
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Easy to forget sometimes mate, people talk about some goals in games that I have been to and I think to myself, "I cant remember that"
But I do remember Bob Atkins goal at Rotherham. We needed a win to keep in touch with the teams at the top of the League and in the last minute, BANG "WHAT A GOAL",
 
Darren said:
I think you mean Bob Atkins and it wasn't scruffy at all.

I remember it as if it were yesterday. Atkins had come on as sub as Edwards was injured and played up front. In the last minute we had a free kick in the centre circle. It was played to Atkins with his back to goal on the edge of the box. I was there with my dad and he uttered the immortal words "don't give it to him he's hopeless".

In one movement, Atkins contreolled the ball, turned and wacked it into the top corner from 25 yards.

Apart from that, though, he was hopeless.
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Atkins! Soz Daz you're reight that's the goon! ;o)
R u sure it were 25yards!!!?
Ha

Everything else were unforgettable................
 
Shalalalafenoughty said:
Eleven days before this, on Boxing Day 1967, I'd gone with my uncle to Hillsborough to see Leeds play Wednesday. He lived in Leeds by then and did some work for Radio Leeds and some one had given him a stand ticket. He asked if I wanted to go and paid for me to stand on the Leppings Lane end in a crowd of 51055. It ended either 0-0 or 1-0 to Leeds but I remember being as interested in the electronic scoreboard regularly flashing up goals from our game at Southampton, a 3-3 draw.
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My uncle - a Wednesdayite - took me to this Leeds game and we sat in the North (cantilever) stand. Hard to believe, but Hillsborough was really out of this world back then. Built by public subcription and interest-free loans, it was 'chosen' for the 1966 World Cup as, even back then, Wendy had friends in high places. Their chairman was Eric Taylor (who made Sepp Blatter look honest) and the FIFA guy was an old duffer, 'Sir' Stanley Rous, the earlier version of 'Sir' Dave Richards i.e. fucking clueless but, like Junker, seen as a 'safe pair of hands.'

Anyway, the Leeds game. I seem to recall it was 0-0, but my abiding memory was the kop. No roof on it back then and it was a seething mass of humanity. Leeds had 'taken' about half of it and they and the pigs were only separated by a gangway about 3 feet wide.(The police entered 'kops' at their peril back then.) Every so often, fighting would break out but suddenly all hell broke loose and before long, it seemed that everybody on the kop was fighting. Think Blazing Saddles. Quite the finest punch up I've ever seen!
 
I went to all the matches at Hillsborough listed above, because I "worked" there selling programmes. My "pitch" was between the two main Kop turnstiles on Penistone Road. Although I had a chance of working at Bramall Lane, I never took it because generally the programme seller misses most of the first half, and as a Blade that was unacceptable to me at BDTBL, but very acceptable at the "Sty".

I made a load of money every two weeks, especially when the World Cup was on. However, the second derby, in September 1967 was virtually my last game in this role, as I went off to University the following month.

Now turning this thread completely on its head, the last game my SON went away without ME, was because my wife and I had a very important business meeting in Basle, Switzerland. We were sat in the hotel bar, when the first text came through, "winning 1-0", even though I wasn't really aware that the game had even started, and quickly followed by 2-0, then 3-0.

The game finished 5-2, away at Notts County, a couple of seasons ago, and hence he's not allowed to go away, without me, ever again (he is in his mid 30s, and has three sons) - na na na na he's a Blade, and he's a Blade (and so on).
 
My first was the Lawrie Madden testimonial at the Sty in August 1990.

Bad day. We got humped 3-0 and looked awful. I stood on the kop with some Pig supporting mates who taunted me mercilessly throughout. I had my revenge about 15 months later.

First outside Sheffield was a 1-0 defeat at QPR in December 1991. Went with a Blades fan from Uni. Freezing cold, no food for sale on the away end, truculent police. Roy Wegerle got the winner I think.
 
Mine was the 2-1 win at Watford in the FA Cup on 30/1/90. Again, a freezing cold night, but a great performance with goals from Deane and Stancliffe.
 
Although I'd been to quite a few with my dad and with a mate's dad, I think the first away match without adult influence would have been Wolves away with an ex girlfriend some time around late 1995. Went on the club coach and think we lost 1-0 or 2-0, possibly with Don Goodman scoring. Can remember very little about the match other than that we were rubbish (although not sure if that's a recollection or an assumption based on many years of watching rubbish).
 
Last game of 74/75 season against Birmingham went down on the football special.

Went on their end about 500 strong by the end of the game they was'nt many Blades standing got a right shoeing, great night though
 
Bath Blade said:
Although I'd been to quite a few with my dad and with a mate's dad, I think the first away match without adult influence would have been Wolves away with an ex girlfriend some time around late 1995. Went on the club coach and think we lost 1-0 or 2-0, possibly with Don Goodman scoring. Can remember very little about the match other than that we were rubbish (although not sure if that's a recollection or an assumption based on many years of watching rubbish).
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28th October 1995. It was 1-0 and our 5th straight defeat in the dog days of the Bassett era.
 
JJBlade said:
Scruffiest goal ever ??????????
From what I remember he took it on his knee on the edge of the area, swivelled and volleyed it into the top corner. Brilliant goal that sent Millmoor mental.

My first away game without supervision was Mansfield away 1979-80
Got talked into hitching a lift by a mate, stood on the end of the Parkway for about an hour, got bored and went to catch the service bus from Pond Street, my mate carried on trying to hitch it.

I got on the bus on my own, got off in Mansfield and made my way to the noisiest pub full of Blades.
Had a couple of pints and met some new Blades mates, as a 17 year old it was brilliant to be drinking in the pub and nobody caring a damn how old I was.

We won the game 4-3 and went to the top of the League, thousands upon thousands of United fans there.

Coming home I arrived at the bus station in Mansfield only for about a hundred fans to be told there is no return buses because a bus got smashed up on the way down.

I had a return ticket and had spent most of my cash. So, about a hundred fans set off on the road walking back to Chesterfield to try to catch a bus from there.

Chesterfield Road in Mansfield was like a warzone, I honestly didn't do anything wrong and kept out of the way of everything that was going on. After a while a convey of Black Marias full of police turned up, they chucked us all in the vans and drove off to the police station.

I was starving hungry, knackered, thirsty, virtually penniless and stuck in a prison cell until 4.00 am on the Sunday morning.
No phone call, no food, no drink, nothing. Just left to sweat bucket loads in a cell with 104 other United fans.

They then dropped us off in Sheffield at about 5.00 am. One of the lads in the police van next to me lived in Worksop and we'd practically driven past his house on the way back to Sheffield but the police told him to sit darn and shut up when he asked if he could be dropped off.

I had to walk home from Sheffield City Centre and when I got in my Mum was like a nervous wreck, she made a complaint to Nottinghamshire Police later that day saying that even if I was a murderer I'd have been allowed a phone call.

That's was the difference between a murderer and a football fan in those days though...............a murderer had rights.
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Same one for me mate as well.
Not as exiting/frightening as your day, but thrilling all the same.
Went on the official coaches, absolutely rammed on the away end and I can remember saying to my dad the following day as I saw it on telly, that I was there. Me dad just smiled at me. I was 14
 
travellingblade said:
I went to all the matches at Hillsborough listed above, because I "worked" there selling programmes. My "pitch" was between the two main Kop turnstiles on Penistone Road. Although I had a chance of working at Bramall Lane, I never took it because generally the programme seller misses most of the first half, and as a Blade that was unacceptable to me at BDTBL, but very acceptable at the "Sty".

I made a load of money every two weeks, especially when the World Cup was on. However, the second derby, in September 1967 was virtually my last game in this role, as I went off to University the following month.

Now turning this thread completely on its head, the last game my SON went away without ME, was because my wife and I had a very important business meeting in Basle, Switzerland. We were sat in the hotel bar, when the first text came through, "winning 1-0", even though I wasn't really aware that the game had even started, and quickly followed by 2-0, then 3-0.

The game finished 5-2, away at Notts County, a couple of seasons ago, and hence he's not allowed to go away, without me, ever again (he is in his mid 30s, and has three sons) - na na na na he's a Blade, and he's a Blade (and so on).
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Basle , Switzerland ,
your not Swiss Blades Da by any chance are you ?? :oops:
 



Don't know if this is true or not/maybe Urban Myth, but I know a Middlesboro fan who said it was true.

Middlesboro were playing away at Blackpool in a pre season friendly in July.

After the game there was a Boro fan who was absolutely plastered, I'm talking so bladdered he couldn't stand up. He eventually went to sleep in the pub. Fellow Middlesboro fans checked his pockets for identity and found his address and sure enough he was a Middleboro lad.

So, they thought "we cant just leave him here" and they put him on their coach back to Boro.

When they got back to Boro the bloke was still asleep, he was totally bladdered and they couldn't wake him up so the driver said he'd drop him off at his home address as it was on his way back to the depot.

The driver knocked on the door of this blokes house but there was no answer, after a while all the neighbours started waking up.

The driver shouted up to a woman who stuck her head out of the bedroom window "Does this bloke live here ?"

She said "yes..............but what's he doing here ? He's supposed to be on holiday with his wife and kids in Blackpool this week"
 
JJBlade said:
Don't know if this is true or not/maybe Urban Myth, but I know a Middlesboro fan who said it was true.

Middlesboro were playing away at Blackpool in a pre season friendly in July.

After the game there was a Boro fan who was absolutely plastered, I'm talking so bladdered he couldn't stand up. He eventually went to sleep in the pub. Fellow Middlesboro fans checked his pockets for identity and found his address and sure enough he was a Middleboro lad.

So, they thought "we cant just leave him here" and they put him on their coach back to Boro.

When they got back to Boro the bloke was still asleep, he was totally bladdered and they couldn't wake him up so the driver said he'd drop him off at his home address as it was on his way back to the depot.

The driver knocked on the door of this blokes house but there was no answer, after a while all the neighbours started waking up.

The driver shouted up to a woman who stuck her head out of the bedroom window "Does this bloke live here ?"

She said "yes..............but what's he doing here ? He's supposed to be on holiday with his wife and kids in Blackpool this week"
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I have heard that story before, one of them you hope are true....
 
JJBlade said:
Don't know if this is true or not/maybe Urban Myth, but I know a Middlesboro fan who said it was true.

Middlesboro were playing away at Blackpool in a pre season friendly in July.

After the game there was a Boro fan who was absolutely plastered, I'm talking so bladdered he couldn't stand up. He eventually went to sleep in the pub. Fellow Middlesboro fans checked his pockets for identity and found his address and sure enough he was a Middleboro lad.

So, they thought "we cant just leave him here" and they put him on their coach back to Boro.

When they got back to Boro the bloke was still asleep, he was totally bladdered and they couldn't wake him up so the driver said he'd drop him off at his home address as it was on his way back to the depot.

The driver knocked on the door of this blokes house but there was no answer, after a while all the neighbours started waking up.

The driver shouted up to a woman who stuck her head out of the bedroom window "Does this bloke live here ?"

She said "yes..............but what's he doing here ? He's supposed to be on holiday with his wife and kids in Blackpool this week"
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Definitely an urban myth.

If there's no resolution to the story you always know it's an urban myth.
 
Lane Ender said:
Last game of 74/75 season against Birmingham went down on the football special.

Went on their end about 500 strong by the end of the game they was'nt many Blades standing got a right shoeing, great night though
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Once again, I was at this match. That summer, I was on holiday in Spain and got talking to a Brummie lad. He said he saw the Blades arrive on three 'special' trains (we took around 8000 that night) and he said the Blues 'absolutely shat themselves'.

We 'took' the large side terrace which was where their boyz congregated and, as the game wore on, the Zulu Warriors infiltrated and proceeded to hammer us.

When I finally got back to New Street Station, the polished floor of the concourse was covered in pools of blood marking the retreat of the Blades...
 
Hull

Remember the journey to the ground involved crossing some dual carriageways which are in Central middle of council estates.
Lots of fans running after the opposition followed by being chased.Most scary bit was the fear of separation from our fellow Blades and being lost in Hull.

Inside the ground (Boothham) police horses were on the terraces, in amongst the Blades, quite a introduction to away games.
 
Had to think, but I think I've only been to two without my Dad. Valentines Day 2012 vs Huddersfield. Maguire had Rhodes in his pocket and Collins scored a 5th minute winner. Even had the Weeds fan I took with me singing Greasy Chip Butty.
 
Never went wi me Dad... Being a closet pig was the least of his sins. big_i (uncle) was my bad influence.

First without any adults would be Crewe away on the coach with Mousey in 2001(?) on a Tuesday night when we had one of them convenient dentist appointments that we seemed to get fairly regularly when United were away.
 
Linz said:
Never went wi me Dad... Being a closet pig was the least of his sins. big_i (uncle) was my bad influence.

First without any adults would be Crewe away on the coach with Mousey in 2001(?) on a Tuesday night when we had one of them convenient dentist appointments that we seemed to get fairly regularly when United were away.
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I absolutely hated dentists,but for some strange reason i always ended up going there for a check up even though it was supposed to be every 6 months:rolleyes:;)
 
I think mine was Man City away in our first season in the First Division. The one where Vinny got the fastest ever booking and also got outpaced by a 76 year old Peter Reid. Hodges missed a sitter with a free header and we ended up losing 2-0.

I went with a couple of lads I knew, we'd decided on a whim to go whilst at the youth club the night before, on the train (about two pound fifty) and had in idea where the ground was or how big Manchester was. I think we kind of presumed all grounds were in walking distance of the train station like ours is.

I also remember thinking the Green Un was miles better than there Pink equivalent.
 
I went to the FA Cup 'Replay' at Highbury. The one that should have been at the Lane. Was a good day out with 2 mates. Train prices were insane so we went down in the Cinquecento Sporting and parked up at the first underground station. Squashed into the tube train which was awful, but one nice lady was interested in us and got talking about the match etc. We got to the ground early and were made to wait against the wall to be frisked before being allowed in. Lee Morris gave us hope near the end but we lost 2-1
 



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