memries - most embarrassing moment at a Blades' match?

[SouthEssexBlade]

Not a Blades match, but 1984 Old Trafford at the old Stretford End terrace. I was at uni and a mate talked me into getting tickets for this one. Trouble had kicked off in the 2nd leg game (bottles thrown on the pitch at the opposition) so it was decided that the game had to be replayed a minimum of 100 miles away. That's how I ended up being the only Engilshman on that vast terrace at the Celtic v Rapid Vienna game. I was looked at in a menacing way several times when caught not singing sectarian songs, not cheering wildly when the pipe and drum band did their turn on the pitch (awful noise) and not bellowing like a loon when one of those drunkenly glaring at me earlier ran on the pitch and booted the Vienna keeper. Embarrassed at times, scared for most of it and totally bewildered for almost all of it.

 

[DuncDisorderly]

Back in the early 80's I think (Darren will no doubt put me straight) Blackpool away. Just got my hot pie and big cup of scalding Bovril and worked my way into the middle of the terracing for the kick-off. No more than a couple of minutes in we scored. Everyone was jumping around and inevitably the pie and bovril went up in the air too. It took quite a while to apologise to the people in front of me, now covered in hot Bovril and bits of pie. Luckily they saw the funny side, eventually...

(3-0 up at half time, won 3-2...happy days)

 

[Kenilworth]

Back in the early 80's I think (Darren will no doubt put me straight) Blackpool away. Just got my hot pie and big cup of scalding Bovril and worked my way into the middle of the terracing for the kick-off. No more than a couple of minutes in we scored. Everyone was jumping around and inevitably the pie and bovril went up in the air too. It took quite a while to apologise to the people in front of me, now covered in hot Bovril and bits of pie. Luckily they saw the funny side, eventually...

(3-0 up at half time, won 3-2...happy days)

Was that the one where Martin Pike scored the first goal?

 

[Darren]

Back in the early 80's I think (Darren will no doubt put me straight) Blackpool away. Just got my hot pie and big cup of scalding Bovril and worked my way into the middle of the terracing for the kick-off. No more than a couple of minutes in we scored. Everyone was jumping around and inevitably the pie and bovril went up in the air too. It took quite a while to apologise to the people in front of me, now covered in hot Bovril and bits of pie. Luckily they saw the funny side, eventually...

(3-0 up at half time, won 3-2...happy days)

3rd October 1979, MacPhail, de Goey and Sabella scored.

 

[TarquinDelouche]

A couple of years ago - Premiership season. The game against Fulham. I took a small gathering of business associates along for a day out (I have a box), thoroughly enjoyable game & the catering was superb. Naturally, I took the opportunity of discussing a small item of business, and felt the time was right to discuss some numbers. Negotiations were going positively when some yob leapt up screaming "GO ON YOU GINGER (some commoner's filth)!!", or words to that effect.

It killed the atmosphere, killed the deal and killed my appetite. Quite why they let peasants into the executive areas is beyond me. That young lout cost me a six figure account.

 

[Jehovah]

A couple of years ago - Premiership season. The game against Fulham. I took a small gathering of business associates along for a day out (I have a box), thoroughly enjoyable game & the catering was superb. Naturally, I took the opportunity of discussing a small item of business, and felt the time was right to discuss some numbers. Negotiations were going positively when some yob leapt up screaming "GO ON YOU GINGER (some commoner's filth)!!", or words to that effect.

It killed the atmosphere, killed the deal and killed my appetite. Quite why they let peasants into the executive areas is beyond me. That young lout cost me a six figure account.

:rofl: brilliant!

 

[MunXy]

A couple of years ago - Premiership season. The game against Fulham. I took a small gathering of business associates along for a day out (I have a box), thoroughly enjoyable game & the catering was superb. Naturally, I took the opportunity of discussing a small item of business, and felt the time was right to discuss some numbers. Negotiations were going positively when some yob leapt up screaming "GO ON YOU GINGER (some commoner's filth)!!", or words to that effect.

It killed the atmosphere, killed the deal and killed my appetite. Quite why they let peasants into the executive areas is beyond me. That young lout cost me a six figure account.

since when were oiks allowed into the same areas as the beautiful people, i would have fired off a scathing letter to the times about such un-natural integration of classes and complained to kevin and asked if he could introduce some form of vetting of persons allowed into the upper class areas of the ground, who knows what fearful diseases such commoners are infected with.
shows good breeding that non of your friends or yourself resorted to fisticuffs toward the ruffian...Bravo.

Sir MunXy of the Manor

 

[TarquinDelouche]

shows good breeding that non of your friends or yourself resorted to fisticuffs toward the ruffian...Bravo.

Sir MunXy of the Manor

We assumed he was armed.

 

[broomhillblade]

A couple of years ago - Premiership season. The game against Fulham. I took a small gathering of business associates along for a day out (I have a box), thoroughly enjoyable game & the catering was superb. Naturally, I took the opportunity of discussing a small item of business, and felt the time was right to discuss some numbers. Negotiations were going positively when some yob leapt up screaming "GO ON YOU GINGER (some commoner's filth)!!", or words to that effect.

It killed the atmosphere, killed the deal and killed my appetite. Quite why they let peasants into the executive areas is beyond me. That young lout cost me a six figure account.

In your dreams...?

 

[judge]

i remember a lad going to the last game on the old kop (think it was norwich ) dressed as a pig ,with a wednesday shirt on ,pig nose and ears

someone on the back of the kop thought it would be funny to set fire to him ,ah the kop humour

 

[broomhillblade]

Back in the early 80's I think (Darren will no doubt put me straight) Blackpool away. Just got my hot pie and big cup of scalding Bovril and worked my way into the middle of the terracing for the kick-off. No more than a couple of minutes in we scored. Everyone was jumping around and inevitably the pie and bovril went up in the air too. It took quite a while to apologise to the people in front of me, now covered in hot Bovril and bits of pie. Luckily they saw the funny side, eventually...

(3-0 up at half time, won 3-2...happy days)

I suspect there must have been a good few pie-related mishaps over the years.

A few years ago I was sitting near the back of the South Stand when a bloke in front of me returned to his seat at half time with a pie. He sat down, raised the pie to his mouth, turning it vertically as he did so, at which point the soft side crust gave way and the entire steaming contents were deposited on his lap, leaving him with just the top and bottom crusts. I waited for a reaction, but there was none. He was either totally shocked or he didn't want to appear an idiot in front of those around him. He sat quietly and, in due course, gently swept the bits of pie from his lap on to the floor.

Moral - never turn a pie sideways.

 

[Ollessendro]

You sound like your full of jolly japes, can i come down and join the LB's for some pre-match ale?

Nowt wud please mi moor than guin for a pint o Smoothflow, or a warm can o lager wi thee Brownie owd cocker. Mi, you n Walthy cud av a reit laff t-gevver

 

[judge]

rapfa

 

[sitwell]

Not a very nice one and although I was there I didn't take part but after a night match against Stoke at the Lane just before I left school in 1978 a gang of us hid in the bushes near the Gatefield club and waited to ambush the Stoke city bus on its way back to Stoke (I think we lost). As the bus approached some went to far and threw housebricks through the windows so we all legged it into Nether Edge. Next morning at school the talk of the school was about a bus full of old gimmers returning back to Bakewell after a night at Mecca Bingo getting all the windows put through on their bus on Abbeydale Rd. Nobody was physically hurt thank god but it was hardly ever mentioned again in school.

 

[gavtheblade]

rapfa
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Deliverance!
minus a banjo.

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Not a very nice one and although I was there I didn't take part but after a night match against Stoke at the Lane just before I left school in 1978 a gang of us hid in the bushes near the Gatefield club and waited to ambush the Stoke city bus on its way back to Stoke (I think we lost). As the bus approached some went to far and threw housebricks through the windows so we all legged it into Nether Edge. Next morning at school the talk of the school was about a bus full of old gimmers returning back to Bakewell after a night at Mecca Bingo getting all the windows put through on their bus on Abbeydale Rd. Nobody was physically hurt thank god but it was hardly ever mentioned again in school.

i know i shouldnt laff but thats made my night!brilliant sitters!

 

[Sean the Blade]

Mid-80's I was wearing very tight, bleached jeans, Blades shirt, Doc Martens, and (importantly) boxer shorts. Had just started 'filling out' and I was a recently qualified submariner and thought I was as hard/cool as f**k.

A few beers before the match, and just before half time my back teeth were floating! Legged it to the back of the Kop, into the packed, god awful bogs. Hustled my way to 'the front' unzipped the said 'stretch' jeans, fumbled about inside, only to discover that I had put my erstwhile boxer shorts on back to front, and the fly-hole was in fact round my backside. The waistband of the boxers was above my jeans, so I was unable to 'pull it down' the jeans were too tight to afford access via the leg of the shorts.

My embarrassment at not being able to find my own gents veg was compounded by the fact that my contortions attempting to access the said veg made me look like I had some hideous palsy! Eventually I had to drop my jeans and Boxers and stand and have a squirt like a 3 yr old!

Thank god flares came back into fashion!!!!

 

[MunXy]

ok picture the scene, it was late november maybe early december in mid 80's, when standing on the kop was still legal and incedently on these freezing night matches a LOT warmer, any way there were about 30 of us toward the back of the kop, outside the poor programme sellers, flashing blade distrebuters and socialist worker magazine people had been ever so busy trying to spread various words and trying to keep warm.
half time arrives and its like 900 below zero (slight exageration) one or two of the guys decide socialist worker mag would start a blessed warming fire, so minds slightly clouded by a few drinks before the game it was decided this was a fantastic idea, magazines collected the small warming blaze was soon on the go, at this time more people decided to divest themselves of aforementioned publication and a few sheffield stars plus almost any other combustable material cue several closest members of the kop pyromaniac society founder members after a little jostling from outer members having various items of clothing tested vigerously for combustability....a few singed leg hairs and and one pair of 501's later police and stewards decided it might be a hazard to other fans so proceeded to extinguise the kops new heating system. (no people were badly injured in the making of this memory)

MunXy