One of the first games I saw at the valley after the rule was introduced to not allow keeper to pick up ball on a back pass and the ball was passed back to the keeper and I shouted 'pick it up for f***s sake'. My brother nudged me and a few people were looking at me bemusedly.
That's a classic, I actually heard someone do that at The Valley too!
You often get that when the team has an indirect free-kick and you get people yelling, "Just smash it!" and letting out a huge groan when the ball is laid off.
Was mascot in 97 against Ipswich. Anyway we were told that we couldn't we're studs and had to wear trainers instead. Was passing the ball around the circle of other mascots down in the corner near the tunnel, the ball went astray and heading towards the covered end. As I went to go and do a fancy bit of skill I slipped and ended up straight on my arse. Haven't been so embarrassed in my life.
I lost my balance and I stumbled down the terrace. My journey came to a end when I crashed into the back of a chap who was leaning on a barrier. I virtually ended up rogering him.
Went to watch Watford v Chelsea as my m8 was a chelsea fan in the 1987 season? The whole away end started singing " Pack it in" Pack it in" Pack it in" and i turn to him and said why thet singing "Pack it in" they aint he said you moron they are singing " Pat Nevin", never recovered from that.
Back in the late 80`s a couple of pals and me drove up to what was the old maine road,after a goodfew beers we arrived at the ground.
I walked down the front of the terrace which had a six foot metal fence which seperated another part of terrace which was basically no mans land.
I then hung up my charlton union jack flag which promptly fell down,no problem i`ll just hop over ad pick it up.i`m only a little fella so clambered up on top of the fence only to slip and found myself hanging upside down as one of spikes went through the bottom of my jeans.
My 2 mates,about 300 charlton,stewards and old bill were crying with laughter as i was hang upside down for about 2 mins when about 18,000 city fans started singing "who`s the wanker on the fence".
The old bill finally lifted me off the fence and i spent the rest of the game feeing like a right plum.
Last season at an away game. I remember our fans giving the ref some stick, with a ''the referee's a w@nker'' etc. Anyway right as they were ending that chant i yelled out ''and you're a c*nt", unfortunately the crowd had hushed significantly and my statement was heard by far to many people, which raised a laugh, except from my 12 year old daughter stood next to me.
I've always told her, what happens at football, stays at football!
When was about 7 or 8 my Dad took me and my cousin to Spurs v Man Utd. Saw a bit of grafitti on the wall saying Spurs fans are w*nkers. Not knowing what this word meant, me and my cousin ran along the road shouting it out with my dad desparately trying to catch us to stop it.
Game against Boro, in the South Stand and me and my mates were commenting about how anonymous Merson was. Discussed this for about 5 minutes when bloke behind us said, it was probably because he signed for Villa last week.
I remember on the old East terrace an old boy spitting his tea out all over my back and his false teeth came flying out, which he quickly grabbed and put back in his mouth like Steptoe senior, hoping no one had noticed.
We were 3-1 (I think) down at half time and playing some of the worst football I can remember. Second half and I'm feeling positive, we can't play any worse right? Within 2 minutes we score an OG.
A combination of forgetting we had changed ends and seeing a player in a red shirt put the ball in the net I jumped up cheering (all alone obviously) in the North Upper.
I tried to style it out by turning it into a boo and a shout of 'fck sake that was easy to defend'......I got some dodgy looks that day.
Trying to start many a song especially at upton park and just a shriek coming out, and then everyone turning around and calling me a w*nker. I also went down to Bournemouth with some spurs friends for a pre season friendly it was about a week before we played them down there. After the game we were round the back of the Stand, and i had had a few sherberts. The Spurs players were boarding there coach and stupidly i gave Ardiles(manager at time) some verbal, something about the Belgrano. Next minute Steve Perryman bowls over ready to knock my block off and he had to be restrained. I never sh*t myself so much. I felt totally embarrassed and a bit of a w*nker, bit of a trend there.
Having to pay three times to get into a palace away match in the early 80s
Oh come on, you can't just leave it there. Why did you have to pay 3 times, and after the 2nd were you not tempted to just think it wasn't your day?
Lets just say i got thrown out first for a misdeamenour, then was unlucky enough to get thrown out again by the same pc who needed the loo at half time just as i walked in and he showed me the door again, and the third time I ended up sitting with the palace fans! Never gave up in those days. Needless to say we lost.
In the Arthur Waite stand and started my first ever chant of 'Give us a Ceee-eee', 'Ay-aitch' etc and was trying to make sure to remember to do a deep sounding Tee-ee that I missed out The L completely. Cue the massed hordes (or not) taking mercilessly taking the piss out of me.
A story told by my Dad - I guess it's true. Decades ago, he was refereeing a match in Kent - Faversham Town I think. There was a pass by the away team which my Dad thought might have been collected by an offside player but the linesman didn't give it and a goal resulted which my Dad awarded. The linesman subsequently got massive abuse from the home support. Obviously with a small stadium/crowd such abuse is up close, obvious and personal. At half-time my Dad asked the linesman if he wanted to swap sides - he said no, he was fine about it. In the second half the abuse continued. There was a similar attacking move and my Dad glanced over to where the linesman should have been. All he could see was his flag lying on the floor by the touchline. The linesman had clambered over the hoarding and was beating the crap out of a supporter. Embarrassing for the unfortunate fan - how did he ever live down being attacked by a linesman? And as for the linesman, well, unsurprisingly he hung up his flag before the FA could act. It's such a shame that there was no such thing as the internet and camera phones back in the day.
Charlton were at Man City in the 03-04 season. We were one down and time was drifting away. With 83 minutes of the game gone Charlton were awarded a penalty, a chance to get something out of the match. Like every other Charlton fan I was ecstatic, I leapt out of my seat, punched the air and shouted out in delight.
At some point whilst punching the air and shouting out, a horrible realisation set in. Unlike all the other celebrating Charlton fans, I had not gone in the away end, but instead accepted a ticket from a City supporting friend who was unable to attend. The people around me were not fellow Charlton fans but rather upset City fans.
Similar to SheffieldReds experience, reminded me of a game in the mid 90s, at home to Liverpool (league cup I think). I was stewarding E & F block of the covered end. Liverpool scored and some scouse idiot (who somehow managed to get a ticket in E block) jumps up with delight. Cue the mass pile up with him on the bottom. Thought it best if I just stood by and let him sort out his own mess..............
Charlton were at Man City in the 03-04 season. We were one down and time was drifting away. With 83 minutes of the game gone Charlton were awarded a penalty, a chance to get something out of the match. Like every other Charlton fan I was ecstatic, I leapt out of my seat, punched the air and shouted out in delight.
At some point whilst punching the air and shouting out, a horrible realisation set in. Unlike all the other celebrating Charlton fans, I had not gone in the away end, but instead accepted a ticket from a City supporting friend who was unable to attend. The people around me were not fellow Charlton fans but rather upset City fans.
Was that when Di Canio took the penalty, it was parried and he followed it up to score?
My youngest son was born while that game was underway. I told my exhausted missus I just wanted to take my scrubs off as a ruse to check the score. I came back and said, 'Di Canio's just equalised.' Couldn't believe it – she went all angry and everything.
Similar to SheffieldReds experience, reminded me of a game in the mid 90s, at home to Liverpool (league cup I think). I was stewarding E & F block of the covered end. Liverpool scored and some scouse idiot (who somehow managed to get a ticket in E block) jumps up with delight. Cue the mass pile up with him on the bottom. Thought it best if I just stood by and let him sort out his own mess..............
It was in F Block and i was sitting right by it. Someone took a good two row leap onto him. Remember it like yesterday
Charlton were at Man City in the 03-04 season. We were one down and time was drifting away. With 83 minutes of the game gone Charlton were awarded a penalty, a chance to get something out of the match. Like every other Charlton fan I was ecstatic, I leapt out of my seat, punched the air and shouted out in delight.
At some point whilst punching the air and shouting out, a horrible realisation set in. Unlike all the other celebrating Charlton fans, I had not gone in the away end, but instead accepted a ticket from a City supporting friend who was unable to attend. The people around me were not fellow Charlton fans but rather upset City fans.
Not embarrassing for me particularly just funny.
Managed to wangle a corporate for that one. Very impressed with the whole experience, fantasttic stadium. It was a mixed bunch, two or three Addicks, a couple of City boys and some neutrals. We were warned by a friendly enough steward not to get too exuberant if Charlton scored and particularly, he pointed to some scrote who looked like an extra from a Oasis video, watch out for him as he is on his final warning. I had been sitting on my hands all match being very respectful, sure enough Di Canio takes that penalty and in what I can only describe as a primordial reflex action, I jumped up screaming with joy as the ball hit the back of the net. The massed ranks in front of us were not happy of course but Liam Gallaghers doppelganger went apoplectic we literally thought he was going to explode. I had landed back on my feet and started giving some back telling him to grow the fuck up and to their credit the Man City around him who obviously had had to put up with him week in week out joined in and he was finally escorted out by stewards still ranting. Rounded off the experience very nicely.
74/75 promotion season - last game when we clinched promotion beating PNE 3-1. I was on the East Terrace and at the whistle attempted to get over the fence and onto the pitch. From memory the fence was a red painted wire picket style fence with rounded not spiked tops. I was wearing a one piece over the head jacket and as I got over the fence I slipped and ended up with the fence inside the back of the top - and I hung there upright for a few minutes until I managed to free myself by literally riping the top to pieces (the fence had started the process!!).
I ran across the pitch to the stand and cheered as the players came out onto the directors box looking a complete pratt with a shredded top! Didn't stop the enjoyment though.
Back in the prem days we had a midweek game at the hawthorns. Driving down I stopped for a burger and in no time I started getting tummy ache big style. By the time I was stuck in the M5 traffic jam to come off the motorway I was in serious agony and it started dawning on me that I was in real bad need of the crap from hell.
Once off the M5 I managed to park on an industrial estate but I was now in tears with the pain and knew there was no way I would make the 10 minute walk to the ground or any building for that matter that was open and housed a bog. I threw open the car door, dropped my trousers and shat all over the pavement, it resembled a cow pat, truly awful.
Being on an industrial estate in the evening there were hardly any people about - or so I thought. Halfway through, and at the point of no return I heard the chant "shit on the baggies" as a group of Charlton fans walked by.
Similar to SheffieldReds experience, reminded me of a game in the mid 90s, at home to Liverpool (league cup I think). I was stewarding E & F block of the covered end. Liverpool scored and some scouse idiot (who somehow managed to get a ticket in E block) jumps up with delight. Cue the mass pile up with him on the bottom. Thought it best if I just stood by and let him sort out his own mess..............
It was in F Block and i was sitting right by it. Someone took a good two row leap onto him. Remember it like yesterday
proper Charlton that lad smudge, the scousers eye was huge by the end of that
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You often get that when the team has an indirect free-kick and you get people yelling, "Just smash it!" and letting out a huge groan when the ball is laid off.
I walked down the front of the terrace which had a six foot metal fence which seperated another part of terrace which was basically no mans land.
I then hung up my charlton union jack flag which promptly fell down,no problem i`ll just hop over ad pick it up.i`m only a little fella so clambered up on top of the fence only to slip and found myself hanging upside down as one of spikes went through the bottom of my jeans.
My 2 mates,about 300 charlton,stewards and old bill were crying with laughter as i was hang upside down for about 2 mins when about 18,000 city fans started singing "who`s the wanker on the fence".
The old bill finally lifted me off the fence and i spent the rest of the game feeing like a right plum.
Top that.
brilliant story, proper chuckling here mate !
I've always told her, what happens at football, stays at football!
Saw a bit of grafitti on the wall saying Spurs fans are w*nkers. Not knowing what this word meant, me and my cousin ran along the road shouting it out with my dad desparately trying to catch us to stop it.
Game against Boro, in the South Stand and me and my mates were commenting about how anonymous Merson was. Discussed this for about 5 minutes when bloke behind us said, it was probably because he signed for Villa last week.
We were 3-1 (I think) down at half time and playing some of the worst football I can remember.
Second half and I'm feeling positive, we can't play any worse right? Within 2 minutes we score an OG.
A combination of forgetting we had changed ends and seeing a player in a red shirt put the ball in the net I jumped up cheering (all alone obviously) in the North Upper.
I tried to style it out by turning it into a boo and a shout of 'fck sake that was easy to defend'......I got some dodgy looks that day.
Decades ago, he was refereeing a match in Kent - Faversham Town I think. There was a pass by the away team which my Dad thought might have been collected by an offside player but the linesman didn't give it and a goal resulted which my Dad awarded.
The linesman subsequently got massive abuse from the home support. Obviously with a small stadium/crowd such abuse is up close, obvious and personal.
At half-time my Dad asked the linesman if he wanted to swap sides - he said no, he was fine about it.
In the second half the abuse continued. There was a similar attacking move and my Dad glanced over to where the linesman should have been. All he could see was his flag lying on the floor by the touchline.
The linesman had clambered over the hoarding and was beating the crap out of a supporter.
Embarrassing for the unfortunate fan - how did he ever live down being attacked by a linesman? And as for the linesman, well, unsurprisingly he hung up his flag before the FA could act.
It's such a shame that there was no such thing as the internet and camera phones back in the day.
Charlton were at Man City in the 03-04 season. We were one down and time was drifting away. With 83 minutes of the game gone Charlton were awarded a penalty, a chance to get something out of the match. Like every other Charlton fan I was ecstatic, I leapt out of my seat, punched the air and shouted out in delight.
At some point whilst punching the air and shouting out, a horrible realisation set in. Unlike all the other celebrating Charlton fans, I had not gone in the away end, but instead accepted a ticket from a City supporting friend who was unable to attend. The people around me were not fellow Charlton fans but rather upset City fans.
Di Canio yes.
Managed to wangle a corporate for that one. Very impressed with the whole experience, fantasttic stadium. It was a mixed bunch, two or three Addicks, a couple of City boys and some neutrals. We were warned by a friendly enough steward not to get too exuberant if Charlton scored and particularly, he pointed to some scrote who looked like an extra from a Oasis video, watch out for him as he is on his final warning. I had been sitting on my hands all match being very respectful, sure enough Di Canio takes that penalty and in what I can only describe as a primordial reflex action, I jumped up screaming with joy as the ball hit the back of the net. The massed ranks in front of us were not happy of course but Liam Gallaghers doppelganger went apoplectic we literally thought he was going to explode. I had landed back on my feet and started giving some back telling him to grow the fuck up and to their credit the Man City around him who obviously had had to put up with him week in week out joined in and he was finally escorted out by stewards still ranting. Rounded off the experience very nicely.
74/75 promotion season - last game when we clinched promotion beating PNE 3-1. I was on the East Terrace and at the whistle attempted to get over the fence and onto the pitch. From memory the fence was a red painted wire picket style fence with rounded not spiked tops. I was wearing a one piece over the head jacket and as I got over the fence I slipped and ended up with the fence inside the back of the top - and I hung there upright for a few minutes until I managed to free myself by literally riping the top to pieces (the fence had started the process!!).
I ran across the pitch to the stand and cheered as the players came out onto the directors box looking a complete pratt with a shredded top! Didn't stop the enjoyment though.
Once off the M5 I managed to park on an industrial estate but I was now in tears with the pain and knew there was no way I would make the 10 minute walk to the ground or any building for that matter that was open and housed a bog. I threw open the car door, dropped my trousers and shat all over the pavement, it resembled a cow pat, truly awful.
Being on an industrial estate in the evening there were hardly any people about - or so I thought. Halfway through, and at the point of no return I heard the chant "shit on the baggies" as a group of Charlton fans walked by.
Worst moment of my life.
proper Charlton that lad smudge, the scousers eye was huge by the end of that