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Post by bunnyscfc on Feb 26, 2013 20:52:21 GMT
...in fairness, I was only a kid. But I am sure before the match (we were sat in the stand to the left of the away end) I saw:
a) a gymnastics display
b) a Stokie who was drunk/pretended to be drunk, get on the pitch and take an imaginary penalty which was absolutely hilarious.
Am I right or am I imagining this all?
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Post by Mr Jon on Feb 26, 2013 20:56:32 GMT
I can't remember a. Bunny, but I certainly remember b. There was no pretending either; the guy was that pissed that he missed the imaginary penalty!  |
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Post by Mr Jon on Feb 26, 2013 20:58:10 GMT
I was 18 then and I was so happy that I didn't care when my girlfriend finished with me later that night, accusing me of thinking more about Stoke than about her. Perish the thought |
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Post by trickydicky73 on Feb 26, 2013 21:37:50 GMT
I can't remember a. Bunny, but I certainly remember b. There was no pretending either; the guy was that pissed that he missed the imaginary penalty! My brother went and he told me that story. I think he said some Stokies threw bacon at the police, too?! |
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Post by Deleted on Feb 26, 2013 21:59:22 GMT
The imaginary penalty was funny and the cheers after he took it suggested he scored...
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Post by marcofstoke on Feb 26, 2013 22:07:20 GMT
People's power of memory amazes me after the passing of 34 years! one of the few things I remember about this day is that on returning to our official coach we were all handed a glass of bubbly  |
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Post by boothenesque on Feb 26, 2013 22:09:46 GMT
I remember the hate figure at the time scoring a brilliant goal and 3 sides of the ground erupted. Will never forget that moment. A good player but like McGuire used to get so much stick. Nothing changes eh!
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Post by marcofstoke on Feb 26, 2013 22:11:51 GMT
Also the Notts County programme proclaiming "Well done City" and congratulating us on promotion, they could have been made to look very silly,
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Post by Miles Offside on Feb 26, 2013 22:20:10 GMT
...in fairness, I was only a kid. But I am sure before the match (we were sat in the stand to the left of the away end) I saw: a) a gymnastics display b) a Stokie who was drunk/pretended to be drunk, get on the pitch and take an imaginary penalty which was absolutely hilarious. Am I right or am I imagining this all? Didn't see the pre-match stuff as we just managed to get into the ground before kick-off. Can remember the game well, though. Stoke were about as popular then for their football nationally as we are now. A sports reporter we heard on the car radio while driving there concluded his report by saying he thought Stoke would get promoted, but hoped we wouldn't. |
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Post by str8outtahampton on Feb 26, 2013 22:25:42 GMT
I was 18 then and I was so happy that I didn't care when my girlfriend finished with me later that night, accusing me of thinking more about Stoke than about her. Perish the thought Funnily enough, when I turned up at my (then) girlfriend's that evening back in Endon, I could not disguise my resentment at the fact that I had been unable to stay in Nottingham celebrating with my friends. She was so hacked off that she threw a cup of (scalding) coffee over me. As a result, we also split. Paul Richardson was evidently a sort of Marriage Guidance service in reverse. On the way back we picked up two hitchers, one of whom was clutching a piece of turf. He claimed it was the penalty spot, but I think that day there were about 25 penalty spot souvenirs. It was a monumental day, right up there in my top 5 with: Blackpool away ("The Whole World Smiles with You") - 1970 Hull away (cup QF) 1971 Derby away - the title that got away - 1975 Brighton away (relegation party) 1990. |
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Post by greenbaize on Feb 27, 2013 2:51:50 GMT
Fantastic day this memorys a bit scatchy tho, do remember 14000 Stokies at the game, I also dug some of the pitch up and took it home in a plastic bag god knows y still I was only 18 and daft.
My parents didn't wont me to go to the game as I got arrested the previous season there 2 minutes before half time after viv busby had a goal disallowed and the Stoke crowd surged forward in protest and some bright spark copper desided it was my fault I can still remember the twats name. It went to court and he brought a fellow lieing bastard copper court with him who he said was with him at the time when he was on his tod, I called them both liars in court my parents faces were a picture, thankfully the magistrate saw though their bullshit and cleared me, still proud to this day of that because in them days if the police said you had done some thing it was nearly always taken as gospol by the courts. Hence my parents were worried those same 2 officers would target me if I went there again, but there were to many of us that day to pick me out.
Anyway one of the best things about that day was the 5000 blunderland fans celebrating on Wrexhams pitch thinking they had pipped us to promotion as there match had finished 5 minutes before ours and we were still goalless I had my tranny on and was yelling to everyone we had to win, then we scored orgasmic if I had scene that lieing twat at that point id have probably sh----d him I was that happy wonderful moment and the pictures later on tv of the blunderland fans dancing and cheering on the pitch then our news came through and they all dropped like a sack of shit to there knees priceless
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Post by Staffsoatcake on Feb 27, 2013 9:46:28 GMT
I can't remember a. Bunny, but I certainly remember b. There was no pretending either; the guy was that pissed that he missed the imaginary penalty! Walters style's his penalty taking on that guy. ;D |
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Post by theteacher on Feb 27, 2013 9:49:06 GMT
I can't remember a. Bunny, but I certainly remember b. There was no pretending either; the guy was that pissed that he missed the imaginary penalty! No I didn't - it went into the bottom right-hand corner |
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Post by laughingpotter on Feb 27, 2013 10:45:09 GMT
Brought a lurker out of the shadows with this thread.
I remember the day really well. I was 13 and me and my mate got on the train at Bedford. As the train pulled into Bedford station (from London) all we could see was every single carriage, blue and white ..... Millwall! They were playing away at Leicester and had to win or they were down. The very last carriage that pulled into the station we saw a solitary red and white scarf hanging out the window so we figured that was the place we needed to be. As we ran down the platform half a dozen Millwall jumped out, gave us both a quick kicking and nicked our scarves (my Dad gave me his beloved Stoke scarf years before and I put up a pretty crap fight to save it but had no chance). We hobbled onto the train and this was my first meeting with the Stoke City Southern Supporters Club. Monica saw us bleeding and asked if we were Ok. One lad gave us a can of beer to share and another offered to give me his scarf. Others offered us cigarettes and sandwiches and crisps. We were just looked after. About 30/40 minutes up the line a load of Millwall piled into our carriage and started kicking the crap out of all of us. Coffee and beer was flying all over the place and I think someone got a broken nose. Someone pulled the emergency cord and the police turned up. I was telling this copper I wanted to find the bloke that had nicked my scarf but we were all told to keep quiet until the train got to Leicester. When they all got off me and my mate were giving it the V’s and wanker gestures as we pulled out the station shouting “going down”. It was pointed out that we may meet this lot on the way home but the damage was done and we didn’t care anyway.
When we arrived at Nottingham it was a sea of Red and White and all I could think of was how much I wished this lot were on the train with us. The game is history of course (and yep the guy taking the penalty and falling over was hysterical).
After the match we got to meet up with all the players and a very pissed Alan Durban and I’ve got somewhere the original programme with all the players autographs on it.
Someone told us Millwall had drawn and were down. We thought this was hysterical and completely made our day but we feared our journey home.
Some of the SCSSC took us to a pub full of celebrating Stokies and I phoned up my Mum and told her our lives were in danger so she drove to Nottingham from Bedford to pick us up. By the time she got to us (about 3 hours later) she was furious and we were both completely hammered and my mate had puked all over himself. I got a bollocking for the whole journey home but didn’t give a flying fuck!
All in all t’was a very happy day and from it I made quite a few friends not least a guy who I met several years later when I was in the Royal Navy, Budgie Burgess, who was the chap that gave us the can of beer.
Sorry if I bored you but wanted to share my little yarn. Chris
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Post by skelman on Feb 27, 2013 11:10:50 GMT
This was the one & only time that my wife (then girlfriend) also invaded the pitch ;D
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Post by Deleted on Feb 27, 2013 13:18:34 GMT
Brought a lurker out of the shadows with this thread. I remember the day really well. I was 13 and me and my mate got on the train at Bedford. As the train pulled into Bedford station (from London) all we could see was every single carriage, blue and white ..... Millwall! They were playing away at Leicester and had to win or they were down. The very last carriage that pulled into the station we saw a solitary red and white scarf hanging out the window so we figured that was the place we needed to be. As we ran down the platform half a dozen Millwall jumped out, gave us both a quick kicking and nicked our scarves (my Dad gave me his beloved Stoke scarf years before and I put up a pretty crap fight to save it but had no chance). We hobbled onto the train and this was my first meeting with the Stoke City Southern Supporters Club. Monica saw us bleeding and asked if we were Ok. One lad gave us a can of beer to share and another offered to give me his scarf. Others offered us cigarettes and sandwiches and crisps. We were just looked after. About 30/40 minutes up the line a load of Millwall piled into our carriage and started kicking the crap out of all of us. Coffee and beer was flying all over the place and I think someone got a broken nose. Someone pulled the emergency cord and the police turned up. I was telling this copper I wanted to find the bloke that had nicked my scarf but we were all told to keep quiet until the train got to Leicester. When they all got off me and my mate were giving it the V’s and wanker gestures as we pulled out the station shouting “going down”. It was pointed out that we may meet this lot on the way home but the damage was done and we didn’t care anyway. When we arrived at Nottingham it was a sea of Red and White and all I could think of was how much I wished this lot were on the train with us. The game is history of course (and yep the guy taking the penalty and falling over was hysterical). After the match we got to meet up with all the players and a very pissed Alan Durban and I’ve got somewhere the original programme with all the players autographs on it. Someone told us Millwall had drawn and were down. We thought this was hysterical and completely made our day but we feared our journey home. Some of the SCSSC took us to a pub full of celebrating Stokies and I phoned up my Mum and told her our lives were in danger so she drove to Nottingham from Bedford to pick us up. By the time she got to us (about 3 hours later) she was furious and we were both completely hammered and my mate had puked all over himself. I got a bollocking for the whole journey home but didn’t give a flying fuck! All in all t’was a very happy day and from it I made quite a few friends not least a guy who I met several years later when I was in the Royal Navy, Budgie Burgess, who was the chap that gave us the can of beer. Sorry if I bored you but wanted to share my little yarn. Chris ;D ;D Like eeeeeeeeeet. |
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Post by The Stubborn Optimist on Feb 27, 2013 13:40:07 GMT
Brought a lurker out of the shadows with this thread. I remember the day really well. I was 13 and me and my mate got on the train at Bedford. As the train pulled into Bedford station (from London) all we could see was every single carriage, blue and white ..... Millwall! They were playing away at Leicester and had to win or they were down. The very last carriage that pulled into the station we saw a solitary red and white scarf hanging out the window so we figured that was the place we needed to be. As we ran down the platform half a dozen Millwall jumped out, gave us both a quick kicking and nicked our scarves (my Dad gave me his beloved Stoke scarf years before and I put up a pretty crap fight to save it but had no chance). We hobbled onto the train and this was my first meeting with the Stoke City Southern Supporters Club. Monica saw us bleeding and asked if we were Ok. One lad gave us a can of beer to share and another offered to give me his scarf. Others offered us cigarettes and sandwiches and crisps. We were just looked after. About 30/40 minutes up the line a load of Millwall piled into our carriage and started kicking the crap out of all of us. Coffee and beer was flying all over the place and I think someone got a broken nose. Someone pulled the emergency cord and the police turned up. I was telling this copper I wanted to find the bloke that had nicked my scarf but we were all told to keep quiet until the train got to Leicester. When they all got off me and my mate were giving it the V’s and wanker gestures as we pulled out the station shouting “going down”. It was pointed out that we may meet this lot on the way home but the damage was done and we didn’t care anyway. When we arrived at Nottingham it was a sea of Red and White and all I could think of was how much I wished this lot were on the train with us. The game is history of course (and yep the guy taking the penalty and falling over was hysterical). After the match we got to meet up with all the players and a very pissed Alan Durban and I’ve got somewhere the original programme with all the players autographs on it. Someone told us Millwall had drawn and were down. We thought this was hysterical and completely made our day but we feared our journey home. Some of the SCSSC took us to a pub full of celebrating Stokies and I phoned up my Mum and told her our lives were in danger so she drove to Nottingham from Bedford to pick us up. By the time she got to us (about 3 hours later) she was furious and we were both completely hammered and my mate had puked all over himself. I got a bollocking for the whole journey home but didn’t give a flying fuck! All in all t’was a very happy day and from it I made quite a few friends not least a guy who I met several years later when I was in the Royal Navy, Budgie Burgess, who was the chap that gave us the can of beer. Sorry if I bored you but wanted to share my little yarn. Chris What a cracking tale that is! I was living in Manchester at the time, when I eventually got back after the game I carried on celebrating and drinking in town. I happened to bump into a girl who was the girl-friend of a shit-head Man U fan who'd been on the same course as me. Back at her place later that night I enjoyed the second good result of the day Stoke City 1 Man Utd 0!! Get in! ;D |
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Post by tayterz on Feb 27, 2013 13:49:53 GMT
Even now one of the best Stoke days ever, I was 18 at the time, I remember running out of the ground after the game punching the air singing "Alan Durbans Red n white army" and ran headlong into a Notts copper, I had clearly winded him and I apologised and he just said "it's ok son just make sure you give them bast**ds a beating next season" as he nodded towards the Forest City Ground!
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Post by plumber1 on Feb 27, 2013 16:39:48 GMT
A song from that day....
We don't give a damn,
we ain't gotta care,
we're gonna get a county fan
& pull out his hair
Haha
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Post by NG4POTTERS on Feb 27, 2013 18:57:58 GMT
Such a pity there is no visual documentation of that game aside from a few stills. I didn't go to my first match until the season after. Must be great memories for those who went! I've spoke to a few older county fans round here who remember the mass invasion of stokies.
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Post by longalongatime on Feb 27, 2013 19:02:10 GMT
4 or 5 car loads from Team/Cheadle . And do you know I can't remember a bloody thing ! Pretty certain we drank a lot , also went in with their lot, a few scuffles . Watched the whole end erupt when we scored. Can't remember the Leno tho
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Post by bertieb on Feb 27, 2013 19:32:24 GMT
Still the best away day of my stoke supporting life, I was 16 and behind the goal, most of the match I spent with my feet off the ground it was that full. Still remember the Paul Randall run and cross the header back across goal from big Bren and Rico diving in to bury the header as though it were yesterday.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 27, 2013 19:56:13 GMT
I was 16 at the time and went with old man and it has to be said it was a day i'll remember as long as i live.Firstly the journey there from Derby was incredible including hudreds of cars and vans along Raynesway and Harvey Road with red and white scarves hanging out the window and then all the way along the A52 the scenes were fantastic.Then when word got round that Sunderland had scored late on at Wrexham and i thought we'd blown it.Then at the end of the game running on the pitch much to the bemusement of the old man.What a day.
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