When football ruins your day...

[Linz]

There was a little kid behind me last night, sat with his Dad. He'd obviously been dragged along and had little interest in football, despite being sat there in his football kit. The kid was probably about 7/8.


Within the first five minutes, he wanted food and drink only to be told to wait until half time. Every two minutes after that, he was asking when half time was.

His Dad proceeded to moan to his mate that his kid was only bothered about crisps and sweets, not football. But surely football is the one thing that can ruin what is otherwise a perfect day? Drinking with your mates out in the sun, engaging in a bit of cutting banter - what could be better?

So when has football made it go tits up for you?

 

[keenzy]

relegation haha

 

[makkapakka]

A night away match at QPR about 10 years ago things went tits up big time.

Having spent the day drinking in London we met up with some travelling blades in a pub not far from Loftus Road. Everyone left the pub in high spirits singing etc and we were stopped by the coppers before we got to the ground.

My younger brother must have got lippy with one of them because when we got to the turnstiles he was lifted for being drunk entering a designated sports ground. (although even to this day swears he didn't say anything out of order).

As a result we spent the evening at Shepherd's Bush Police station, he got banned from going to any matches until he'd been to court which meant he missed the FA Cup games vs Coventry (semi final year) when he'd already got tickets for the game at Highfield Road, and received a fine of £200 plus costs.

Not one of the best days.

 

[Linz]

The play-off final at Cardiff has to be up there.

An early set off in the car listening to the cheesy Blades related mix-tape all the way down (Rose Garden, You Can Do Magic etc.) We rolled up at a petrol station on the outskirts of Cardiff at about 8am to be met by loads of Wolves fans. Annie's song went on as loud as it could go with all the doors of the car open.

We then spent the rest of the morning in the City Arms... the pub next to the infamous car park with the Blades flags flying.

As kiddy as Tinkerbell on speed... I went distributing balloons to random Blades around our gangway and then we kicked off.

 

[Samantha]

The play-off final at Cardiff has to be up there.

An early set off in the car listening to the cheesy Blades related mix-tape all the way down (Rose Garden, You Can Do Magic etc.) We rolled up at a petrol station on the outskirts of Cardiff at about 8am to be met by loads of Wolves fans. Annie's song went on as loud as it could go with all the doors of the car open.

We then spent the rest of the morning in the City Arms... the pub next to the infamous car park with the Blades flags flying.

As kiddy as Tinkerbell on speed... I went distributing balloons to random Blades around our gangway and then we kicked off.

Our coaches pulled it at a service station somewhere between Birmingham and Wolverhampton. A load of Wolves fans had bin bags full of cans of alcohol saying that they had to get rid of them and they weren't allowed back on coach with it so were offering them to everyone, including us Blades. Good bit of banter "Good luck" and all that.

Arrived in Cardiff, walked behind the team bus from the hotel (we seemed to arrive at the time it was leaving) to the ground, mass, mass following of Blades. Cardiff streets lined with Blades singing as loud as possible - that huge "WE HATE WEDNESDAY" flag hanging from a multi-story carpark....

Then as Linz so perfectly put it... We kicked off

 

[silverfox]

The play-off final at Cardiff has to be up there.

An early set off in the car listening to the cheesy Blades related mix-tape all the way down (Rose Garden, You Can Do Magic etc.) We rolled up at a petrol station on the outskirts of Cardiff at about 8am to be met by loads of Wolves fans. Annie's song went on as loud as it could go with all the doors of the car open.

We then spent the rest of the morning in the City Arms... the pub next to the infamous car park with the Blades flags flying.

As kiddy as Tinkerbell on speed... I went distributing balloons to random Blades around our gangway and then we kicked off.

Twas a bad day after kick off for sure.

I'll always remember the play off with Palace when some deek scored in the last minute.

The young Blade crying on the way out brought a tear to my eye.

But the ultimate for us older gits is "that penalty"

Seeing grown men crying is something else!

 

[Monty's_Girl]

We got into the ground full of high spirit and confidence then it was kick off time, we were sat at the back of the bottom tier and i couldn't see the pitch properly as people were stood up in front of us, so we politly asked them if they could sit down which they did but got back up again whenever we were on the attack. Dad asked a steward if he could tell them to sit down but again this didn't have any effect so in the end the steward decided to move us to somewhere where i could see properly but it was little too late as we were 3-0 down

I've never been on a coach as quiet as that one coming back from Cardiff.

 

[keenzy]

yes bad day at wembley with hopkin scoring in the last min. i cried

And as you say cardiff. stopped the night in the travel lodge, met up with some friends and played football in the park thing while drinking. went for a look round dixons then to the hotel the players were staying in and talked to them crossing the road, shook hands with a few and watched em get on the bus, followed bus to the ground, full of blades singing and booting a ball round anywhere, and to be let down at the final hurdle.

 

[TONYBLADE]

CARDIFF....I had the mother of all moaners sat behind me you name it he moaned about it. Every pass, Every player, Warnock, everything.... I stook it till half time then i let him have it both barrels.His wife/girlfriend thought we were going to end up fighting soon after that the both of them left ...Thats what spoils football people sat round you constantly moaning instead of getting behind the team and supporting them....!!!!:rant::rant:

 

[Samantha]

Oh yeah, and on the way home from Cardiff my niece (a Liverpool "fan") text me... "Haha Sheff United you lost"

I have never received a text that hurt so much as that one that night!

 

[Greasy Chip Butty]

Cardiff was a bad day, was sat bang behind the Wolves dugout too so watching them celebrate wasn't the best thing.

Wigan was a downer too, probably due to going in with confidence of staying up. Summed it up hearing people saying 'F**king Tevez has scored'.

 

[silverfox]

CARDIFF....I had the mother of all moaners sat behind me you name it he moaned about it. Every pass, Every player, Warnock, everything.... I stook it till half time then i let him have it both barrels.His wife/girlfriend thought we were going to end up fighting soon after that the both of them left ...Thats what spoils football people sat round you constantly moaning instead of getting behind the team and supporting them....!!!!:rant::rant:

You letting off both barrels would make most people leave Tony

I do agree with you though......the moaners do spoil the match.

 

[keenzy]

when we got back from the 97 play off final, some pig fans put a banner on the front of our house saying something along the lines of

"HA HA PIGGIES, BETTER LUCK NEXT TIME"

It was some restraint from my dad setting it alight on his door step. Wankers the lot of them.

 

[Samantha]

More Cardiff... walked out of the stadium, JUST as they were letting the fireworks off, the remains of the fireworks were raining down on us - was an absolute sickening moment, me walking away from the cheer and the celebration.

Although on a plus point, there was a sign on one of the roads on the home "FUCK OFF BACK HOME ENGLISH SCUM"

 

[Monty's_Girl]

Oh yeah, and on the way home from Cardiff my niece (a Liverpool "fan") text me... "Haha Sheff United you lost"

I have never received a text that hurt so much as that one that night!

Yeah my Uncle (a pig fan) phoned me, while we was on the coach coming back but i couldn't bare to answer it so just let it ring, he left me a voicemail saying "hahahahahahahahaha 3-0 hahahahahahahaha cheer up!" i just stared out of the window trying not to let it get to me, but it did in the end

 

[rachyblade]

The play-off final at Cardiff has to be up there.

An early set off in the car listening to the cheesy Blades related mix-tape all the way down (Rose Garden, You Can Do Magic etc.) We rolled up at a petrol station on the outskirts of Cardiff at about 8am to be met by loads of Wolves fans. Annie's song went on as loud as it could go with all the doors of the car open.

We then spent the rest of the morning in the City Arms... the pub next to the infamous car park with the Blades flags flying.

As kiddy as Tinkerbell on speed... I went distributing balloons to random Blades around our gangway and then we kicked off.

Try comin home to Wolves after to see everyone partying outside pubs and wolves fans drinkin in the streets everywhere. And on the tv constantly, in all the local papers. Going to work and putting up with all the digs.

In fact, for those who live in Sheffield imagin losing a playoff final to Wednesday, then you will know how hard the following weeks in fact the following season was for me.

 

[silverfox]

Try comin home to Wolves after to see everyone partying outside pubs and wolves fans drinkin in the streets everywhere. And on the tv constantly, in all the local papers. Going to work and putting up with all the digs.

Fookin Bostin!

 

[SouthEssexBlade]

Twas a bad day after kick off for sure.

I'll always remember the play off with Palace when some deek scored in the last minute.

The young Blade crying on the way out brought a tear to my eye.

But the ultimate for us older gits is "that penalty"

Seeing grown men crying is something else!

I stood, then sat, than stood, then sat on the kop for a full 45 minutes after that game, numb and unable to believe what had happened. Seeing grown men of my dads age bawling their eyes out, was just unbelievable. As I eventually left, walked up the back of the kop and started walking down the steps at the back, an old boy turned to me and said, 'so this is what the bottom of the barrel feels like, never thought I'd ever see it!'

In football there are bad days, really bad days and then there's that one. Most of you didn't experience it, and I hope you never will.

BUT, I deal with people every day who have experienced real tragedy. Football-wise that was as bad as it gets, but in real terms it was only a little blip!!

 

[rachyblade]

I may be bein thick here but what penalty?

 

[Foxy]

I may be bein thick here but what penalty?

Please don't make them describe it :shakehead:

 

[rachyblade]

I'll ask my brother later he might know.

What year was it?

 

[SouthEssexBlade]

May 1981, Bramall Lane Sheffield United v Walsall League Division 3 as was!


United get a penalty 3 minutes from the end of the game. If it goes in the Blades stay up, if it's missed, then they go down to the 4th division for the first time in their history.

Don Givens steps up and misses...the rest they say...

 

[rachyblade]

but then... 2 months later... I was born

 

[SouthEssexBlade]

but then... 2 months later... I was born

I'm reminded of the film, "The Omen!"

 

[happyhippy]

May 1981, Bramall Lane Sheffield United v Walsall League Division 3 as was!


United get a penalty 3 minutes from the end of the game. If it goes in the Blades stay up, if it's missed, then they go down to the 4th division for the first time in their history.

Don Givens steps up and misses...the rest they say...

I still have nightmares about that bloody match. It was a long way back to London that night. Every relegation/play off/derby cock up hurts, but the worst for me, play off wise, was Bristol Bloody City, because we got relegated into the bargain.

I've been trying to think of more insignificant matches that have cocked my day up, 'cos relegations and stuff are a bit obvious. Thinking of that relegation season, being humped 5-0 at home by Oldham wasn't much fun, but at least Billy McEwan resigned after that match.

Another treat was travelling from London to Middlesbrough that year to see us stuffed 6-0.

Various last minute equalisers (usually involving Wolves) tended to kill a day off.

I've always hated Christ(TM)mas, but I really detest the day after, but I think my prize will go to Mr Gayle (og), for handing the bloody League Championship to Weeds in '92.

A lovely, sunny, Sunday afternoon, completely ruined by that lot gloating in every bloody pub in the known universe.

Bastards.