Win or lose we'll hit the booze...

[cooperblade]

...and if we draw, we'll drink some more

I cracked open a can of Red Stripe last night and, as always happens when I do that, I was transported to a January evening stood on London Road outside Barry’s with said beverage in hand and a warm glow from our 3-2 win over the filth.

On the back of the which songs remind you of which Blades matches ( http://www.s24su.com/showthread.php?21702-I-beg-your-pardon...&highlight= ), it got me thinking about what drinks take me back to Blades memries.

Kronenbourg 1664 – Middlesbrough (H) 2006/07

Celebrated Jags’ late winner with a few too many pints of this in the Sheaf. ‘Remember’ getting the last train back to Barnsley, seeing my car in the car park there and thinking I’d just have a little lie down on the back seat. I woke up at 5am, danced across the car park singing United songs and got a right bollocking from the missus when I got in.

Jack Daniels – Chelsea (A) 2006/07

Didn’t go to the game but needed something strong when I heard about Hulse’s injury. Opened a bottle that night and it didn’t last long as our season started to unravel.

Bells – Blackburn (A) circa 1991

Had a couple of these in the big boozer opposite Ewood Park. Wasn’t a spirits man (boy) at that stage and really struggled to drink it, had to have a packet of spice to take away the taste and was embarrassingly close to being sick.

Woo Woo – QPR (A) early 00s (big question marks over date/opposition)

Ordered a few jugs of this manly concoction in a pub called The Falcon (?) in Croydon (?) late on and drunk them outside in the snow. Honourable mention goes to Vodka and Coke as Micalijo was whinging that he had manflu after the game and was off home. We persuaded him to have a glass of coke to see if he’d come round – the double vodka that we sneaked in it had a miraculously restorative effect.

:drunk:

:beer:

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..another one

Amaretto/Pinot Grigio - WBA (A) 2009/10

Horribly drunk after this one. We ran into an Italian near New Street station with minutes to go before our train and ordered a pint of Peroni and a double Amaretto each. Just had time to get a bottle of wine for the train home. Was convinced Spearmint Rhino would be open even though it was before 8pm, when we saw it was shut, we stood about deciding on our next move. Even though we'd no intention of going in the student union, the bouncers came across to tell us we were too drunk to get in. Day after was one of the worst hangovers I've ever had.

www.drinkaware.co.uk

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I'm enjoying my own thread here!

Malibu - Oldham (A) Early 90s

Think all the pubs were shut because the pigs had smashed them all up the week before so all the travelling Blades stocked up from the local beer off. A young Coops went for a bottle of Malibu and a bottle of coke rather than the more traditional cans of lager approach. Got absolutely battered by the lads I went with and still do occasionally.

 

[Pinchy]

Real Football lovers drink Real Ale; Lager is for hoofball fans

A pint of Pale Rider from Kelham Island or anything from the Badger Brewery in Blandford for me, please. :beer:

[I bet Monty drinks Babycham]

 

[Micalijo]

Great string.

 

[cooperblade]

Real Football lovers drink Real Ale; Lager is for hoofball fans

A pint of Pale Rider from Kelham Island or anything from the Badger Brewery in Blandford for me, please. :beer:

[I bet Monty drinks Babycham]

Just to try and rebuild my credibility, I should point out that I partake in Thornbridge beers before most home games. Is there a link between Jaipur and my admiration of Nicolas Montgomery?

 

[Pinchy]

Credibility restored mate. Funnily enough Jaipur just doesn't suit my tastebuds but it is a prizewinning ale and many swear by it, so full marks for that.

Your final question leaves such a wide open goal - I think I'll leave it to others.......

 

[S64 Blade]

I tend to drink all sorts of different beers and lagers, so it's hard to pinpoint ones down to certain dates. But one that stands out is probably Chelsea away on Paddy's Day 2007. Inevitably it was a day of drinking Guinness. On our train home to Sheffield though we got chatting to a Chelsea who latterly bought us a few Strongbows each (must have set him back a little too considering the price per can on the train!). We arrived back in Swinton in a bit of a state heading into a pub still with a can. Needless to say we were kicked out by the landlady who was also pissed up at the time.

In hinsight this was probably a good thing as I felt terrible the next day.

 

[Guesty]

Real Football lovers drink Real Ale; Lager is for hoofball fans

A pint of Pale Rider from Kelham Island or anything from the Badger Brewery in Blandford for me, please. :beer:

[I bet Monty drinks Babycham]

I saw Monty once, in Vodka Rev (It was a Friend's Birthday, else I would have been in the Sheaf View instead). He was drinking a bottle of lager, if memory serves. So that helps your cause.

 

[JohnDenver]

Moet. When we won promotion at Cardiff I didn't know what else to buy.

Budweiser. The only drink available in the pub in Cardiff before the '03 playoff. Never again....

 

[Highbury_Blade]

Stupid amounts of Oakham JHB after the semi against Forest.

Nowadays i'm afraid to say i generally drink Lager. I don't get out much as i'm currently writing my dissertation and the uni bar only ever seems to have London Pride on, which i think is the devils piss.

 

[SwissBlade]

Moet. When we won promotion at Cardiff I didn't know what else to buy.

Budweiser. The only drink available in the pub in Cardiff before the '03 playoff. Never again....

I was on Moet in a pub off Leicester square after the Burnley play off final. Burnley fans asked why we were drinking champagne when we lost, we just replied, "why not, now get some more glasses from the bar and join us for a drink"

 

[diplomat]

The 1993 semi final will always be remembered for a friends parents being away, a seventeen year old diplomat stocking up on a crate of Amstel for celebratory (we had hoped) purposes. Got thoroughly smashed and a friend kept insisting on daring us to stub a fag out on his hand. To show how hard he though he was - or drunk - he still has the scar.

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The 98 semi was followed by me going back to Leicester where I was a student, meeting the then missus, who proceeded to take me to the pub with her friend and they force fed me Stella and vodka orange chasers to somehow sooth the pain. Got very battered very quickly. Lovely thought but it was a bit like torture toward the end as the pace never relented and I was being force fed.

I'll try and think of a happy one later!

 

[the magic man]

Just to try and rebuild my credibility, I should point out that I partake in Thornbridge beers before most home games. Is there a link between Jaipur and my admiration of Nicolas Montgomery?

Coops, Jaipur also gives me a warm glow, sunny disposition and those rose tinted spectacles as regards most of our first team, home matches and life in general. Im thinking of drinking it more often!

 

[Cheshire Cat]

Bells – Blackburn (A) circa 1991

Had a couple of these in the big boozer opposite Ewood Park. Wasn’t a spirits man (boy) at that stage and really struggled to drink it, had to have a packet of spice to take away the taste and was embarrassingly close to being sick.

In our first season back in the first division ('90 / 91?) I'd gone to Liverpool away with my mate and his Dad - we were about 16 at the time and were due to come back to booze party because somebody else's parents were away. For some reason the party had been nominated as fancy dress - we were all just spotty herberts and I don't even think there were any girls there, so it was pointless - and my mate and I were Noddy and Big Ears.

My mate's Dad was a head teacher so I was quite surprised when he struck a deal with the "watch yer car for a fiver" scally, although his negotiating tactic was to offer to pay him if it was still there at the end of the game. Come the end of the game said scally is waiting as we get to the car and is greeted by one of Sheffield Education authority's finest telling him to "Fuck off you robbing little shit" - Respect due.

Respect was slightly less due when his car broke down on the way to the Motorway. It took about an hour and a half for "Jimmy from Knotty Ash" the AA man to turn up and a further hour to get us going again. By the time we got back all the drinkable booze had gone, and all that was left was a bunch of teenagers who couldn't handle their cider and an unopened bottle of Bells.

In an attempt to catch up we tackled the Bells manfully - the first shot caused a face crumple and shiver and nearly came straight back. But being made of sterner stuff we hatched a plan to toast every player in the squad. By the time we got to reserves like Jim Gannon the bottle had just about gone and we were feeling much better - 45 minutes of pain and revulsion looked to be having some reward.

An hour later we were borderline comatose as the alcohol caught up. My mate can't even touch whiskey after the sickness he experienced - the smell alone makes him go green. The lad whose house it was still reeked of whiskey vomit for weeks afterwards.

I actually enjoy the stuff nowadays - but if it needs knocking back quickly I always think "Simon Tracey" before taking the hit.

 

[Torrix1889]

Leicester away, this season stays in the mind, only because for once I wasn't pissed.

 

[Micalijo]

Not surprisingly the games where I haven't been drunk or even touched a drop spring to mind.

Blackburn away in Prem, I drove Mr Cooper and he was supping with Bergen in that big one on the corner. I always remember a quote from a disgusted fan in the Blackburn paper the next week which said 'both Sheffield clubs have large, drunk and violent followings' etc etc and hope won't be back. Wendy had played em in carling semi recently I believe. Said fan was right about not going back. Ashamed to say I was in many ways proud of the description of the support and I still have nightmares about that free kick sailing in. I was watching Gamst thru covered eyes, never saw ball, just wacthed him through a few heads in front of me. Can see him now turning away and their horrible support celebrating.

Also in prem I got in Reebok at somat daft like 2pm thinking bound to serve beer. Nowt on offer in ground and I was truly devastated and I blame the likes of a drunken Cooper at Blackburn a few weeks before for that.

 

[grafikhaus]

Chelsea away, 1994. Me & 2 mates on the coach from BDTBL. Litre of vodka. Each. Before London.

Did we lose?

 

[Ollessendro]

A couple stand out in my mind:

14/3/1998 Blades Reading - Ale

15 year old Ollessendro, accompanied by fake ID, walzed into the Fitzwilliam in Parkgate at 11am. Watched Arsenal beat Man U at Old Trafford from a solitary Marc Overmars goal. Sank a few beers and then got picked up by the Don and Dearne bus (ran from Swinton in Rotherham to Bramall Lane on mtachdays) to go to the Lane (at 1:30ish). Another few beers in the Cricketers and off to the match. Turns out I'd supped 6 pints of ale (The Fitz did good real ale and think Cricketers did John Smiths) and was battered. Can barely remeber the game. I had to look on the net to find out who we played. Remember us tonking them 4 nil mind. Seemed to remember Wayne Quinn smahing one in (but could be mistaken).

Bristol away last season - numerous real ales and a few lagers

On the beers before the game and then smahed it after Big Daruis' winner in injury time. Was buzzing and headed out in Birstol City Centre. Ended up in the horrible, rough, dead end pub at about half 7 absolutely smashed. My mate (Blade in Thatacham) was horrifed when he came back from the loo to hear that they were calling Ollessendro and Bobio (his nickname) to sing Annie's Song on the karaoke. We got up, killed the song but with the greasy chip butty words and then got the fuck out of there before we got decked. Went onto drink more, have more fun, get into a few scuffles and get thrown out of a few places.

Sunderland Blades away 1998 play off semi final 2nd leg - Real ale

Not much of a pissed story, but kind of funny. My uncle drove my dad, my mate, cousin and me up to the North East. We parked near the ground and went to the first boozer we saw. 'How far away is the ground mate?' 'Ah, only 5 minutes lad' (yeah by a fucking helicopter!?). We got on the pool tables and started sinking the ales. I'd just turned 16 at this point. Several beers later and alarm bells should have been ringing. There were no other fans in the pub. At half 7 we set off. Outside the ale house there was nothing (only tumbeweed). We were like hang on, isn't this a 40 thousand sell out?? (or 38k as the Blades only sold half our tickets allowance). We saw one solitary Sunderland fans running and followed him. We got to the park and ride and jumped on just in time. 10 minutes of flat out driving and we arrived at the ground (just in time). The noise was amazing as soon as we got off the bus. The Mackems were making so much noise you would have heard it in Newcastele.