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Viking Chat => Viking Chat => Topic started by: Wokingviking on May 27, 2010, 10:29:31 pm
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...here's mine:
95-ish at Fulham (yeah!) we won 2-0 and I was sat on my own in their Riverside stand which (post- Bestie etc) was in disrepair. I think Gary Brabin showed us his six-pack for a special treat. Not. About 5 years on I'm in the Hammersmith End (their end) with a pal from Cantley watching Fulham (in Tigana's promotion season - fabulous team, pity Fayed got pissed off about that Marlet deal) crush Grimsby. Hmmmmm..........
Never ever thought we'd be at this level. The dream continues...
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Early 80s
Willie Boyd is in goal
I am about 13 years old, against the wall, behind the goal with my dad
My older brother is amongst the sea of thugs in the popular terrace
Dad calls him a bloody idiot (I think he's jealous)
Nearly half time - that old codger is still standing guard at the entrance to the cow sheds
25 pence extra to sit in there
Half time comes, he goes
I go in
For nothing
Willie lets in his fourth in the 52nd minute.
The cows go back to the fields
Suckers
They paid 25 pence to go early
I got in for free and stayed till the end
On my own
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Cannot remember the year, but I think circa 1980-83. Those that went will remember it.....Darlington away. The foggiest I have ever seen it and the game went on. You only saw the players when they came over the half way line. Any play at the far end was impossible to make out.
The car we travelled in broke down on the A1 travelling back. I recall we walked miles to the nearest town across fields and all I could think of was American Werewolf in London. I tied my scarf tight around my neck so the wolf couldn't bite it.
Lonely, scared, turtles head
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Blackpool away, the game after Rufus left us.
Having arrived at the town early, and proceeded to drink our own body weight in lager in 2 hours, one \"smart\" member of our crowd thought it would be \"a laugh\" to go in the Blackpool end. The old gertie on the turnstile was suspicious, but we told her we were neutrals from Halifax. So far so good, and the 500 or so resplendent in white (remember, this was under Bremner, so we even wore a Leeds inspired kit!) in the away end looked magnificent from the other end of the pitch.
The problems started when the tannoy announcer started reading out the Rovers team names, and the aforementioned \"smart\" member of our little band began to cheer each name. I suddenly felt an awfully long way from home, as the heads of Blackpool's finest could be seen working their way down from the back of the stand to tear us limb from limb.
Oh, happy days!
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Loneliest moment?
The drive back to Newark down the A1 after the Colchester game in '98, knowing that when I got home, nobody would know what I was thinking and how I felt. Every car that I passed seemed to be full of happy people on their way to parties and good times.
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Northampton away on a Tuesday night, about fifty away fans. None of my mates wanted to go, so I went on my own on the supporters coach (which was half full). And we lost!
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Lincoln away in the 97/98 season. Think I had a whole row to myself by the end.
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Leyton Orient away, Christmas time in 97/98. Got absolutely done 8-0 and the coach broke down on the way home. Only highlight was at 6 or 7 nil down the ball came into the small group of away fans stood on the terrace. Tetley grabs it and does a bit of keepy up before giving it to their player for the throw in. At which point he chucks Tetley the ball back for another go!
Sad times.
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Mid-90's FA Cup away to Preston. I was a newly qualified driver and despite encountering difficulties getting back to Donny from Meadowhall on my first ever motorway journey, I'd convinced myself that not only could I get to preston and back but I'd do it in time to watch the England v Columbia friendly later on that night.
Armed only with a big Atlas and a tape of Now that's what I call Music!29 I set off. Made in to Preston in plenty of time and thought 'this driving business is a piece of piss, never had to stop once.'
We lost the game and I set off back to Donny with plenty of time to park the car at home and join the lads in town for the footie.
I'm not quite sure what happened next but I remember being confused, hungry, lost and listening to most of the England game on the radio whilst on an A road somewhere near Skipton.
Made it home about 11 0'clock that night and told everyone the next day that I watched the match at home because I was too embarrassed to tell them it took me over six hours to get back from Preston.
Damn you Wokingviking for making me relive this terrible ordeal.
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Bristol Rovers away late eighties under the Dave \"offside\" Cusack regime,Played at Twerton park Bath city's ground as they had recently sold Eastville,Drove past eastville on the way.We were at the bottom end of Div 3(now league one) Again!Brian Deane our leading scorer at the end of the season with 9.Nigel Martyn and gary Penrice in the Bristol team.Highlight's of the day was Cusack and stead kicking the ball for prematch training and trying to hit the \"man on the mike\" on the head with the ball while pretending too practice shooting.They could'nt even do that right!And hot air balloons passing in the distance!Our best song of the day was \"David Pleat scores more than us!\"(he had been caught curb crawling the previous week while Spurs manager).We lost 3 or 4 nil and looked like we were doomed.
Coincidentally my loneliest moment at Belle Vue was the home fixture against Bristol Rovers same season,Midweek game.torrential downpour and wind all the game but the match went on regardless(it was the days when we were so hard up every penny from gate receipts was desperate).There was only about 800 there and we all huddled under the mainstand canopy all the match.
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Away to Hereford about 1994 and first game of the season, in my first car which was a Citreon Visa. We arrived (just) with the engine starting to over heat, i told my mates it'd be rate as it would cool down whilst we were watching the match and we would get some water from the garage on the way back just in case.
David Moss scores a beautifull lobbed goal in front of the away end which turns out to be the winner. Happy days, we thought that this was our season.
On the way back full of joy and about 2 mile out side of Hereford, we approached a steep climbing road and the Rovers fans coach. The car started struggling to get up the hill as I tried to overtake the coach so I knocked it down into 2nd gear, it went with a god almighty crunch. The cluch starts slipping and i'm only half way past the coach and a car in the distance coming the other way. Only one thing for it I thought, knock it down into first for a bit of turbo boost. CRASH, BANG, fcukIN WALLOP. The clutch and fly wheel are smashed to pieces so no option but to let the coach undertake us with all our fans on it giving us the wonker sign.
We push the car into a garage and tell the owner what happened and that i'll arrange to come back and collect it the weekend after.
So, off to the pub for a quick pint.
Then realise i'm down to my last four quid.
Bus journey to Worcester then a train to Birmingham New street.
My mate rings his dad who lives in Derby to pick us up. He's not impressed as he's at a party and half cut. Anyway, he picks us up and takes us back to his house to stay over night.
I felt pretty lonely in the back of my mates dads car as he lectured us on going long distances in shitty cars.
We got back to Donny on the sunday morning just in time for sunday football kick off
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The morning after we got beat 2v0 by Frickley in the FA Trophy around 1999? I went to the game on the Saturday, and played sunday football with a few of the Frickley lads who ripped me mercilessly on the Sunday morning. It was one of those 'is it worth it?' times when I tried to keep quiet about my team. Not that I do that anymore...
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Being a Rovers fan in the middle of Leeds United fans in my class EVERY day during our Conf days.....Obviously its been more fun in college xP
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Joy Division Oven Gloves wrote:
The morning after we got beat 2v0 by Frickley in the FA Trophy around 1999? I went to the game on the Saturday, and played sunday football with a few of the Frickley lads who ripped me mercilessly on the Sunday morning. It was one of those 'is it worth it?' times when I tried to keep quiet about my team. Not that I do that anymore...
That was a pretty low point in our history, wasn't it? Although it came a week after we'd beaten Southend away in the FA Cup. That was the game when Clarkson was in the Park Hotel behaving like a total bell-end (so acting normally!)
Incidentally- can anyone remember who the ref was for that Frickley FA Trophy game? To give you a clue- like the Rovers, he's gone on to much better things since.
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CusworthRovers wrote:
Cannot remember the year, but I think circa 1980-83. Those that went will remember it.....Darlington away. The foggiest I have ever seen it and the game went on. You only saw the players when they came over the half way line. Any play at the far end was impossible to make out.
The car we travelled in broke down on the A1 travelling back. I recall we walked miles to the nearest town across fields and all I could think of was American Werewolf in London. I tied my scarf tight around my neck so the wolf couldn't bite it.
Lonely, scared, turtles head
You were SAFE though as the Scarf had Rovers for Wembley ... at that time not even a Werewolf would have swallowed that
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Loneliest moment? Probably during the 78-79 season when I travelled down from the midlands (I'd moved there from Donny the previous summer) to Bournemouth. I was supposed to be on a through train but that was cancelled, so I had to get connections at Didcot and Reading. After a lot of running from the station I got to Dean Court about five minutes before kick off- hence no pre-match pint. Aaagh!
Return journey was similar. Through train not running. Three connections (this time including Oxford). Didn't get home until around 11pm.
Oh- and the bit in the middle: we lost 7-1. It was one of those rare moments where I began to \"question my faith.\" Fortunately, I remained a believer...
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... away to Hereford just after they got into the League so 72/3 ish. Almost all Rovers entire away support went on a 52 seater coach (which was not full)
John Haysleden scored a Hat Rick for Rovers and was unfortunate to concede the flukiest own goal I have ever seen as he was hit on the shoulder as he was running out of the Penalty area and it flew back into the top corner
After the game there were 3 Rovers fans on the back seat of the bus and myself half way down. Several of their yobbos with Black and White scarves approached the bus and the driver (god bless him) opened the door and let them on. Those next few seconds seemed to last a lifetime as they approached a solitary me ....but
... the lads at the back sprang into action surged down the bus and like terriers with rats gave them a pasting and beat them up / off / and kicked them off the bus all in seconds.
They then sais something to the driver along the lines of \"silly f***er - only let the ones on with red and white scarves\".
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Quite easily Millwall away at the Old Den in the mid 80's. I was in the forces based at Chatham at the time so got the train into London then the tube to the ground. As I'd had to walk through thousands of Millwall fans to get to the ground I decided that standing with the Rovers fans and then making the return journey might not be good for my health so purchased a ticket for the main stand.
Got to my seat to find I'm sat next to the biggest skinhead I've ever seen in my life with a group of his bessy mates around him............deep joy!! Just keep quiet I thought until 10 minutes in when John Buckley scored an absolute 'worldy' in front of their kop end and I have to sit on my hands. \"Facking hell, what a goal\" spouts the skinhead, I nod meekly trying to look dejected. Rovers then proceed to batter them for the rest of the half but despite hitting the post and the bar the Millwall goal leads a charmed life. 0-1 to the Rovers at half time, the natives are restless and my hands are numb!!
Millwall make a change at half time and bring on a young Teddy Sheringham, this lad could be a player I think as he proceeds to almost singlehandedly turn the game on it's head scoring one of the goals as Millwall go on to win 2-1. I can honestly say those two goals are the only time I've ever cheered for goals scored against the Rovers!!!!! :( :( :(
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huddersfield first match at the keepmoat watched rovers with my old man from the late sixties,he passed away shortly before xmas ,never got to go in the new ground ....
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There is only one and im still haunted.
Driving back to London after the Arsenal match.
It was like an out of body experience; in a trance all the way home.
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Hi RB - was it Rotherham's finest Howard Webb?
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Early 90's - maybe 94ish. Chesterfield away boxing day. I went on the coach and was meant to go with a mate but he didn't turn up. It was pouring with rain so i decided to cover my scarf and sit high up in the main stand to keep dry. The spireites turned us over 2-0 and when they scored the first it all kicked off because a few rovers fans had the same idea as me. They were spitting and threatening people looking for a fight then came my way so i quickly flashed the scarf and they left me alone.
When i got back to town the buses had stopped so i had to huddle in a shop doorway for almost an hour before i could get someone to pick me up!
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This would be 2004 away at Bournemouth.
I was very late leaving London for this match, I'd been out the night before celebrating a birthday and got up very late. Anyhow I ended up driving down to Bournemouth on mi todd for the match. The traffic on the M25 was horrendous and then to my horror I discovered the main road into Bournemouth had major roadworks. As 3.00pm approached I put Radio Solent on to listen to the match build up. Kick off came and I was still queuing someway out of Bournemouth. Almost immediately they scored. This was quickly followed by another 3 or 4 goals.
4 down I think it was in about 5 minutes. Unbelievable and I still hadn't got to the ground. I didn't want to pay to see this carnage, so I jacked it in, drove down to the front, parked up with a view of the sea, bought an ice cream and listened to the match on the radio as Rovers crashed to a 5-0 defeat.
I didn't much feel like hanging around and the weather wasn't great, so I set off early to avoid any football traffic and listened to the last minutes of the game on the motorway home...
One good thing was to come out of it though. It was probably that match that alerted John Ryan to the abilities of one Sean O'Driscoll.
...Then there was the time I drove up from London to watch Rovers away at Scunny, only to get a phone call from a friend somewhere near Peterbrough wondering where I was and only then realising it was a 12.45 kick-off. Doh!
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Same again River Don - I took my stepson and we got well beaten, on top of that I got a parking ticket, didn't even notice the pay station in the car park next to the ground. If I remember it was peeing down as we left.
I can also remember goiung to Notts County, years ago when you could walk from behind the goal to the other, the game kicked off and by time we got to the Rovers attacking end we were at least 2-0 down and eventually lost 5-2.
Worth rembering I've had lots of good times too, especially the last years.
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Hounslowrover wrote:
Same again River Don - I took my stepson and we got well beaten, on top of that I got a parking ticket, didn't even notice the pay station in the car park next to the ground. If I remember it was peeing down as we left.
I can also remember goiung to Notts County, years ago when you could walk from behind the goal to the other, the game kicked off and by time we got to the Rovers attacking end we were at least 2-0 down and eventually lost 5-2.
Worth rembering I've had lots of good times too, especially the last years.
I remember that Notts County game, my first ever away game :)
I unfortunately had many lonely moments. I'd get dropped off at ASDA by my mum and walk to the popside turnstiles with my season ticket in hand. Once in the ground at 2:15pm I'd stand down at the front wall in line with the edge of the Rossington End 18 yard line and wait for my old man to get in to the ground from the pub at 2:55 or even later.
He wouldn't stand with me though, he'd go up to the back and have a few cheeky smokes (something i knew nothing about!) with his mates.
I remember numerous times it p*ssing it down and having to stay at the wall because i couldn't see from the steps.
One particularly sore game was the 5-4 defeat to Yeovil.
Also felt fairly lonely a few years ago when i decided to go to Port Vale for a pre-season friendly on my todd. :dry:
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richtherover wrote:
Hi RB - was it Rotherham's finest Howard Webb?
It was indeed. I think going from reffing Donny v Frickley in the FA Trophy to doing a Champions League Final in the Bernebau in little over a decade is a rise to match our own.
Did you know his middle name is Melton? I've never come across anyone with that name, although had Tony Mowbray's parents had a cruel sense of humour they might have chosen it for their son.
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Conference Play off Final day.
Setting off from my house in Dagenham my car decked with Rovers scarves :)
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Oh so many over the years! Many caused by my inability /reluctance/ stubborness to run away from opposition when common sense is yelling at you to do so.
But I decided on this one:
Rovers at home to Reading some way back in the early seventies. It was a cold,windy night match and the crowd was in the 1200 to 1500 bracket. The Reading fans were out in vast numbers and barely filled a minibus. Reading took the lead early on and held the lead for most of the game. My friend Pat and me decided at some point to go to the cabin behind the Cow Shed to get a drink and a burger (I think). Gobbled it down and resumed our position against the wall to watch the conclusion to the match. The Rovers began to apply the pressure to be rewarded with a late, late, \"GOAL\". WE were chuffed to death, we had pulled it back in the last minute, at least we had not lost. Laughing and joking all the way home on the bus. Into the house and plonked myself down in front of the telly. Can't remember wether it was Sportsnight or the news,but up came the footy results Doncaster Rovers 1 : Reading 2. WHAT!!! F*\"king Gutted. They must have scored the moment we turned our back. The cheer from the Reading fans was so small it didn't register on the Cow Shed end. And now when I think back everybody was a little subdued in their celebration at the final whistle, except my pal and me. :S
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Aged about 16 or 17 with a group of mates, at Lincoln late 70s. After the game we had the gauntlet of Lincoln fans to get through who were waiting outside at the final whistle.
A few cops about and managed to get over that little bridge to walk down the alley. All of a sudden they were after us and all my mates started running. I thought best policy was to carry on walking and all Lincoln fans just belted past me.
Phew ! Got to main road and realised all my mates had vanished leaving me high and dry. So I managed to find a copper and stand in close to him for protection until I spotted one of mates walking back towards car about 10 mins later.
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for me its got to be the 2-1 defeat at rochdale under kerry dixon 1-0 up then
rochdale get two men sent-off and they still come back to beat us
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Watching the semi finals of the Conference playoffs has to be it. I think it was a Monday night, in our local, about 6 people in the bar and just me in the back room with a big screen watching and having a pint. Being VERY pleased with myself when they won the penalty shoot out and then absolutely no interest whatsoever in the result when I went through. Mind you, then I got a ticket to the final and thoroughly enjoyed myself, and the pub has been finding out about Rovers ever since! :laugh:
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Depends on how we are defining lonely. I was in Portugal trying to find a bar to watch us V Reading on sky back in Feb. All I could find was tons of egg chasers watching England V Wales. I managed to find a bar and tried to plead with the barman that it was Donny and he should switch it on... he asked the rest of the bar and got a few mutters.. that felt very lonely
But then 15 minutes later a group of lads walked in who turned out to be Leicester fans so we watched the game and waxed lyrical about one Rikard Wellenski
Lonely and then happy within 15 minutes... you gotta love togger!!
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Colchester at home when we 'lost' our Football League status.
Walked onto the pitch with my brother, we couldn't speak. 30+ years of watching our beloved Rovers & I knew we were both thinking the same, \"Is this the end of something that had given us comfort, a sense of belonging?\".
Coming to games all those years, we 'lived' through drama, heartache, sheer joy. Found brotherhood, the feeling of belonging. Rovers were our escape from a less than happy home life. Rovers were our family. Bl**dy Hell that day hurt.
I've been fortunate enough to tell him this personally & I would simply say, \"Thanks JR for giving me my club back\".
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after losing at hartlepool in the Autoglass Trophy or whatever it was, as a conference club on a tuesday night. got a lift back to donny with the world's smallest geography teacher, gawping at a partial lunar eclipse on the way. leave AB at home in sprotborough (or thereabouts) and set off on the rest of the journey home at midnight - just another 220 miles to go, then !. reach peterborough on the A1 and it starts getting foggier, and foggier and f**king foggier - crawling along at about five miles an hour, i navigate the circuitous route off the main road to a travel lodge (or similar) at about two in the morning - whole place was locked up and pitch black, so settle down for a freezing cold few hours kip in the back of the car - had one or two doubts about whether or not it had been a wise move to attend that particular game....
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Something on the same lines Herman. Must have been '75 or thereabouts. Rovers away at Newport County on a winters Friday night. As I was a student in the Midlands South wales wasn't all that far away was it? So in my clapped out old banger off I tootled. On my tod. The game itself was ace. That was the night Peter Kitchen scored the wonder goal I rave about from time to time. The 'better than Tony Currie' dribbled effort. And we won 3-2 after being 3-0 up. But the journey back wasn't so great.... I ended up having to kip in the back of a freezing motor, without any obvious means of getting any warmth (I couldn't afford to buy yet more petrol - not that there was anywhere likely to be open anyway) in the middle of some Godawful and frighteningly black, eerie forest. Forest of Dean I now know it was. But it was a real shit night that was.
I also remember setting off for Shrewsbury around the same time. Again on my own. But this time the rain just rained and rained and rained. Roads closed all over the place. So with all the detours and delays by the time I got within reach of the place, it was time to come home again. With all the detours now having detours around them. When I heard the final score I thought I'd beeen saved an embarrasment: we'd lost 7-4. But later I learned that after being 5-0 down we got back to 5-4 before the Shrews eventually stuck the knife in. It must have been some comeback that one.
Cheers
BobG
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kin ell, this is getting scary. I had a similar experience coming back from Boston in 2001-ish (the night that t**t Clare scored twice in the last 10 seconds to get them a 2-2 draw).
Went out to the car park with our kid. He suddenly realises he's forgotten to sort out a lift for the next away match that I can't make, so he goes running off to find the other lads who are driving home in a different car. 45 minutes later, all the 6 fingered duck-fcukers have left the car park and a pea-souper is descending. No sign of our kid. Pre-mobile phone era for me ( I were one of the last) so I've no fcuking idea where he is. Went for a grope through the fog a couple of times and couldn't find him. Eventually gave up and drove home on me todd. Then missed the sign for the A52 (pre-Tom Tom - I still haven't got it - won't have some mellifluous bint-ish voice telling me, \"In 300m yards, do as you are told you shadow of a man, you\") and ended up driving half way to Peterborough on the A16 at 20 mph through the murk. Ended up driving through the back roads of that nether-land, part earth, part-sea, part shite that is southern Lincolnshire through a fog that could have swallowed John Holmes, Ron Jeremy and Rocco, and still had room for me.
Turns out the get had shouted \"I'll get a lift back with the lads\" as he got out of the car, but I didn't hear him as I was concentrating on setting fire to Daryl Clare's genitals in the photo in the programme with the car cig lighter. (\"The Get\" being our kid, not John Holmes.)
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For me it was in St. John's Newfoundland (where I now live) we were playing Arsenal in the League Cup. I had arranged for a pub to show the match on PPV, they agreed to put it on for free if I drunk $25 worth of beer. So I sat there in my Rovers shirt watching the big screen, loads of locals started watching it and no one knew who little Donny was, after a quick explanation suddenly the whole bar were cheering on the Rovers. I drunk about $80 worth of beer, I was gutted to lose on penalties but when I went to pay my tab I was told one of the punters enjoyed watching such support through the game and they paid my tab in full! ;) Never happened since but what a night!
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Donny v Arsenal 2005
We'd booked a holiday in Tenerife not knowing Rovers would be in such a high profile game then. Anyhow, a local bar was showing the game, so I put on me red and white hoops and took the box seat 2 hours before the game. There was me and loads of Arse fans in the bar. By kick off time I was well hammered. When Greeny put us 2-1 up in extra time I raced round the bar jumping about like the drunken fool I was by that time. I tripped up and went full length over a table where two couples were enjoying their evening meal. Food me and one of the women on the floor. They were surprisingly good natured about it, so I paid for replacement meals for them. At the end of the game the Arse fans were quite sympathetic, and about 6 free drinks appeared on my table. Neverthless I was heartbroken.
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DMnumber4 wrote:
Hounslowrover wrote:
Same again River Don - I took my stepson and we got well beaten, on top of that I got a parking ticket, didn't even notice the pay station in the car park next to the ground. If I remember it was peeing down as we left.
I can also remember goiung to Notts County, years ago when you could walk from behind the goal to the other, the game kicked off and by time we got to the Rovers attacking end we were at least 2-0 down and eventually lost 5-2.
Worth rembering I've had lots of good times too, especially the last years.
I remember that Notts County game, my first ever away game :)
I unfortunately had many lonely moments. I'd get dropped off at ASDA by my mum and walk to the popside turnstiles with my season ticket in hand. Once in the ground at 2:15pm I'd stand down at the front wall in line with the edge of the Rossington End 18 yard line and wait for my old man to get in to the ground from the pub at 2:55 or even later.
He wouldn't stand with me though, he'd go up to the back and have a few cheeky smokes (something i knew nothing about!) with his mates.
I remember numerous times it p*ssing it down and having to stay at the wall because i couldn't see from the steps.
One particularly sore game was the 5-4 defeat to Yeovil.
Also felt fairly lonely a few years ago when i decided to go to Port Vale for a pre-season friendly on my todd. :dry:
Some great and some very moving posts in this thread
I remember that Notts County game as well. We had a young red haired centre half called David(?) Williams playing what I think turned out to be his only first team game for us. I think I must have been in or with County fans because when the teams were read out one County fan was asking me (seriously) if it was Charlie Williams. Not only were we 2-0 down in 5 minutes - we had missed a penalty in that time as well. Doc Pace (ex Blade) scored a hattrick and I think our left back Jim Watton scored 2 own goals.
Of my two most lonely moments, one was being in the middle of Spurs fans at White Hart Lane in our League Cup Quarter final 7-2 defeat ca 1975 - after an hour we were bossing it, unlucky to be at 2-2, and the locals were getting restless. The other was being all alone on the terraces of the Vetch Field about 1967 when we lost 6-0 and hardly had a kick. Swansea were relegated with us that season. We conceded 117 League goals, a total not beaten by any league team since, with the closest being 113 in 1998 .......yes by ourselves.
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For me, Oldham away Sunday 2PM kick off, think it was March 07.
We went on train left Donny about 8am, atmosphere was all good till we got to Oldham and got spotted drinking on the streets (us only being 15 & 16 then) so the Police decided to put us all in an escort to the ground.
So, get into the ground, watch the game. This was the game we lost 4-0, and I knew what time the train back was, but all my mates left after the third goal, 'not watching this shit', so I thought might aswell stay and watch it as I know they aint going to get an early train.
Whistle goes and I'm walking back to Werneth station on my own, thinking fcuk that was a load of crap. And when I got back to station, all my mates were there, the atmosphere on the way back was just dull, nothing to shout about a 4-0 spanking really, and no beer either :(
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Late seventies away to Port Vale last game of the season. Had booked two places on the coach for me & the girlfriend (now wife). We go into town for a bite to eat before catching the coach. We have an argument & she feks off home leaving me with a bruised shin & a spare ticket. Go to the game on my own & get given a free ticket outside Vale Park for their mainstand, so again sit on me jack watching a utterly dismal 3-0 defeat, crap, lonely day that was. Incedentally I think that was the day Dave Harle made his Rovers debut.
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This thread has certainly got me thinking and I can remember a game at Lincoln back in '96. I went on the train at lunch time and after having a few pints and something to eat, made my way to the ground. The weather was awful, tipping it down it was but still hopeful that Rovers would get a win - oh how wrong I was! Rovers played like the weather...awful and we ended up losing 4-0. What I also remember during the game was when a young lad was thrown out of the ground when he broke a seat in front of him just by gently pushing his foot against the seat in front and despite his dad telling the stewards it was an accident, he was led out of the ground which pissed me off even more. There was however some light entertainment when Saturday Santa was having a laugh with a few lads behind me when taking the mess out of Ken Richardson which had me laughing. The walk back to the trainstation was a miserable one with a few of the Lincoln mob threatening a couple of our fans which didn't result in anything, but made things more uncomfortable. The train back home though was a musing though because a group of Rovers fans started a chant something along the lines of \"there's only one Johnny Schofield\" because the conductor was the spitting image of him.
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Staying over in cheltenham after we lost. But at least we got to go to the playoffs on the back of it.
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Too many! But it's all worth it.
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tommy toes wrote:
Donny v Arsenal 2005
We'd booked a holiday in Tenerife not knowing Rovers would be in such a high profile game then. Anyhow, a local bar was showing the game, so I put on me red and white hoops and took the box seat 2 hours before the game. There was me and loads of Arse fans in the bar. By kick off time I was well hammered. When Greeny put us 2-1 up in extra time I raced round the bar jumping about like the drunken fool I was by that time. I tripped up and went full length over a table where two couples were enjoying their evening meal. Food me and one of the women on the floor. They were surprisingly good natured about it, so I paid for replacement meals for them. At the end of the game the Arse fans were quite sympathetic, and about 6 free drinks appeared on my table. Neverthless I was heartbroken.
Thats reminded me of another one, TT.
As the Arsenal game at OBV was a sell-out, our usual parking spot was chokka, so I ended up parking on the grass verge on Bennetthorpe, close to the Racecourse roundabout. It was a spot I'd never parked in before, but lots of others were there so it must be a safe spot to leave your car, right?
Anyway, 2 and a half hours later, after Gilberto had ripped my dreams from my grasp, and now in the foulest of moods (as I tend to be when we lose), we get back to the car, only to find someone later than us has parked right across the front of us. Slapping it into reverse and dropping the clutch, still turning the air blue with a combination of that bugger Gilberto's goal, our penalty inadequacies on the night, and now this knob had blocked me in, I proceeded to scrape a f**king great telegraph pole right down the side of the car - I didnt even slow down when the grinding noise started, just hammered it a bit harder. None of my pals said a damn word.
I didnt get out to look until I got home. That was the loneliest drive home ever.
The insurance company paid the repairer over £1600 to sort that one. Thank Jehovah for protected no claims!
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when rovers were playing derby county at BV in that carling
cup fixture that went to pens
me and a rovers mate were out in magaluf for the week and were
sat in a bar on the lash watching whatever carling cup game
sky were covering,it was not the rovers/county match.
there was updates from the rovers game and if i recall donny were 3-0 up at one point for derby to bring it back to 3-3.so on final whistle me and matey had made that much noise
a few passers by dropped into this small bar
cant recall if game went into extra time but i do recall the pain of the penaltys at end of game.we asked the bar owner to turn the sound up and we stood and listened,it was just like
listing to the wireless
every peno was shear murder either it be doncaster or derby one
must have been the amount of drink that did not help or fact
we was away from blighty/doncaster and it was just hitting home at this moment.
there was only two of us rovers lads in bar but bar said we made the noise of 10+,thing is when we both do attend odd rovers home game were not one for jumping out of our seats
if rovers score/win.
must be the fact that you can take the lad away from doncaster
but you cant take doncaster away from the lad.
derby missed a pen and rovers won and rest of nite is a blank
but both as happy as pigs in muck
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Every day! ;-)
Except when I'm on here.
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RobTheRover wrote:
in the foulest of moods (as I tend to be when we lose)
I bet you were a bag of laughs to go out for a pint with in the 1990s then Roberto.
As for your car story, struck a chord with an old tale of mine.
1992, I was working on site at Hillsborough on the re-build of the South Stand. Just as we started on the groundworks, it was announced that Hillsborough had been awarded the Cup Semi-Final match (which, to digress, was another example of the utter crass stupidity of the FA, coming 3 years after 95 people were crushed to death there, but there you go...)
We had to keep a road open to the ticket office. One day, some flash be-suited, be-gigged laddo turns up in a band-new Saab 9000 3.0 turbo cabriolet. (This WAS Sheffield, 1992, so heads turned...)
Flash t**t goes up the the ticket office, raps on the window and demands, Alan B'Stard-like, the tickets for the semi that David Hirst had supposedly promised him. Lass behind the counter shrugs and says she knows nowt about it. Work on the piling has stopped by now with everyone watching the theatre.
Flash t**t swears several times, runs back to his car, gets in, slams the door, sticks it in reverse and wheel spins straight into one of them posts that folk use to block off parking bays. Went so far into his car, he could have used it as a second gear stick.
Laddo gets out of car screaming, f-ing and blinding to be met by a round of applause from the lads on site.