The first time I ever went (against Tranmere), there was an old bloke who was constantly standing up, booing and putting his thumb down as if he was at a pantomime. He didn't say 'boo' though, the sound was more like 'bewwwww'. Being my first game I just thought it was normal.
The first time I ever went (against Tranmere), there was an old bloke who was constantly standing up, booing and putting his thumb down as if he was at a pantomime. He didn't say 'boo' though, the sound was more like 'bewwwww'. Being my first game I just thought it was normal.
A few years back now there was a bloke near me in the east - every time one of our right backs/wingers had the ball he'd scream "GO ON PASS IM! SKIN IS EYES AAAAAAAT".
Made my Saturday he did.
Ps east stand extremely loud clap guy - think you're referring to my mate. Try sitting next to the bugger!
A few years back now there was a bloke near me in the east - every time one of our right backs/wingers had the ball he'd scream "GO ON PASS IM! SKIN IS EYES AAAAAAAT".
Made my Saturday he did.
Ps east stand extremely loud clap guy - think you're referring to my mate. Try sitting next to the bugger!
Ha! That has brought back a superstition for me. The playoff final in 1998 and we were behind to sunderland but can't remember the score. It looked like we were going to lose and set for heartbreak when one of our players (I think perhaps Newton) got hold of the ball and went for a run.
All I remember is a roared bellow from a fan near me screaming "SKIN IS EYES AAAAAAAT". The next thing you know Newts (or whoever it was) has done and then laid it off or crossed it and we scored and pandemonium ensued. The rest is history.
I'm not a generally superstitious person but to this day almost 20 years later anytime we are in need of a goal I mutter under my breath (so I don't appear like a loon and end up on these threads) "SKIN IS EYES AAAAAAAT" in the hope it will have the same effect it apparently did on that glorious Wembley day. Nuts.
Nice to know that bloke who will always be a legend in my eyes for his contribution to our win that day is still going!
I'm currently intrigued by the chap sitting front middle of the North Lower. Does he consider himself captain of the goal or something? He seems extremely resolute in his location
I'm currently intrigued by the chap sitting front middle of the North Lower. Does he consider himself captain of the goal or something? He seems extremely resolute in his location
Wave towards the East Stand and I'll return the gesture...?
Danny and Keith . Two hilarious blokes who once after five pints each challenged Andy Hunt to a race around the car park at the Plume and Feathers because they thought that he was way slower than them and they just got laughed at . They also once applied for caretakers jobs at the Sam Bartram flats so that they could stand on the roof of the building and watch games from over the south stand . They also got into the ground once on Kids for a quid day by convincing some brainless turnstile operator that it was also " clowns for around " game . Many more anecdotes about that pair . Usually wore Harrington jackets grey track suit trousers and white socks .
I saw my old maths teacher at a game once. He was odd.
My old maths teacher goes to games, Mr. Peck. He is far from odd.
My maths teacher was called Mr. Peck. Wonder if it is the same bloke. Always liked him. Would be a bonus to thing he was a CAFC fan as well.
Don Peck was a colleague of mine at Riverside School in the late 1970s. There were three of us on the staff who supported the Addicks - myself, Cliff Baugh and Alf Parker. I would hate to think we qualified as "strange fans". Don was a GY supporter and he sometimes came to games. Another occasional visitor was Stewart Edwards who was a Northampton stalwart.
We were all pretty football mad on the staff and from memory we had the usual crop of London fans plus a couple of Pompey supporters.
Mr Peck was my maths teacher. Mr Edwards my English Teacher. I was at Riverside in the mid to late eighties.
The bloke in the front row of the Covered End Upper is a character.
He's been nicknamed "Mr Angry" in my family since I was 6 years old.
Today though, it was the loudest VFR that you have ever heard from the mouth of one person. Over and over again.
Love it.
He is pure quality he got another mention early in this thread, sits only a few rows in front of me but is loud enough to get people in the front row of the North Lower turning round looking up. One kid from that front row even turned round to face him and join in with VFR.
I've seen so many loonies over the years though i'll always remember one guy who used to sit behind me in H block used to scream out at the top of his voice in disbelief at however much injury time was held up by the 4th official whether it be 1 minute, 4 minutes or 7 minutes every single match. It was almost as though the 4th official would always give the complete opposite to what he was expecting!
The bloke in the front row of the Covered End Upper is a character.
He's been nicknamed "Mr Angry" in my family since I was 6 years old.
Today though, it was the loudest VFR that you have ever heard from the mouth of one person. Over and over again.
Love it.
He is pure quality he got another mention early in this thread, sits only a few rows in front of me but is loud enough to get people in the front row of the North Lower turning round looking up. One kid from that front row even turned round to face him and join in with VFR.
I've seen so many loonies over the years though i'll always remember one guy who used to sit behind me in H block used to scream out at the top of his voice in disbelief at however much injury time was held up by the 4th official whether it be 1 minute, 4 minutes or 7 minutes every single match. It was almost as though the 4th official would always give the complete opposite to what he was expecting!
Towards the end of the 13/14 the geezer who used to sit next to me bet me £50 we'd be in the Premier in five seasons!
So confident he was that the Belgians were the way forward.
Sat in the west lower by the tunnel between the age for 5 and 11. There was a guy just behind us who every game without fail would call the ref a wanker about 15 times. I found this hilarious. My old man not so much.
In my brief stint in the West Upper a few years back, there was a guy on my row who'd turn up half an hour after kick off, carrying several full Tesco bags, put them right in front of him so no one could get past and proceed to spend the rest of the game eating everything in them. Once he made his way through an entire multi pack of Quavers.
Oh and he'd also spend the second half ignoring the game and writing incomprehensible and slightly unnerving notes in a little black book.
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In my brief stint in the West Upper a few years back, there was a guy on my row who'd turn up half an hour after kick off, carrying several full Tesco bags, put them right in front of him so no one could get past and proceed to spend the rest of the game eating everything in them. Once he made his way through an entire multi pack of Quavers.
Oh and he'd also spend the second half ignoring the game and writing incomprehensible and slightly unnerving notes in a little black book.
In my brief stint in the West Upper a few years back, there was a guy on my row who'd turn up half an hour after kick off, carrying several full Tesco bags, put them right in front of him so no one could get past and proceed to spend the rest of the game eating everything in them. Once he made his way through an entire multi pack of Quavers.
Oh and he'd also spend the second half ignoring the game and writing incomprehensible and slightly unnerving notes in a little black book.
The mind boggles.
I have not been back to the west stand since.
I know exactly who you mean: Kitten-Killer. The lad and I always looked out for his late arrival and him starting his picnic; he seemed happy enough in his bobble hat and scarf, and celebrating our goals in a reserved way, but there was something sad about him. The lad - only 7 or 8 at the time - also noticed this in him and remarked upon it looking a little sad himself which in turn made me a bit misty-eyed. I then told him that the reason he was always late to his seat was because he'd been up in his loft where he would take a live kitten from a sack full of the things, nail its paws to a beam with panel pins and then set fire to its tail and watch it go up in flames. Kitten-Killer was born. Although this demonisation of the poor bloke was for the lad's 'benefit', I suspect it was more for mine. We haven't seen him for a few games now, I hope he's alright...
In my brief stint in the West Upper a few years back, there was a guy on my row who'd turn up half an hour after kick off, carrying several full Tesco bags, put them right in front of him so no one could get past and proceed to spend the rest of the game eating everything in them. Once he made his way through an entire multi pack of Quavers.
Oh and he'd also spend the second half ignoring the game and writing incomprehensible and slightly unnerving notes in a little black book.
The mind boggles.
I have not been back to the west stand since.
I know exactly who you mean: Kitten-Killer. The lad and I always looked out for his late arrival and him starting his picnic; he seemed happy enough in his bobble hat and scarf, and celebrating our goals in a reserved way, but there was something sad about him. The lad - only 7 or 8 at the time - also noticed this in him and remarked upon it looking a little sad himself which in turn made me a bit misty-eyed. I then told him that the reason he was always late to his seat was because he'd been up in his loft where he would take a live kitten from a sack full of the things, nail its paws to a beam with panel pins and then set fire to its tail and watch it go up in flames. Kitten-Killer was born. Although this demonisation of the poor bloke was for the lad's 'benefit', I suspect it was more for mine. We haven't seen him for a few games now, I hope he's alright...
Exeter have some odd fans. A lot of them wear Fez hats.
There is a big Moroccan community in Exeter, a fact not well known to many.
Eh..I'm from Exeter and that's the first I've ever heard of a Moroccan community.. nobby students..we got hundreds of. Think the fez thing is related to Tommy Cooper growing up in here
In the NW Quadrant a few years ago, a guy who just kept shouting out 'you wally' to the players at random times. I think he may have had 'issues' because he always had a minder with him, different one each match, suitably embarrassed at having to sit next to him. Then one Saturday no more Wally... I wonder what became of him? Probably got his Palarse season ticket back.....
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Made my Saturday he did.
Ps east stand extremely loud clap guy - think you're referring to my mate. Try sitting next to the bugger!
All I remember is a roared bellow from a fan near me screaming "SKIN IS EYES AAAAAAAT". The next thing you know Newts (or whoever it was) has done and then laid it off or crossed it and we scored and pandemonium ensued. The rest is history.
I'm not a generally superstitious person but to this day almost 20 years later anytime we are in need of a goal I mutter under my breath (so I don't appear like a loon and end up on these threads) "SKIN IS EYES AAAAAAAT" in the hope it will have the same effect it apparently did on that glorious Wembley day. Nuts.
Nice to know that bloke who will always be a legend in my eyes for his contribution to our win that day is still going!
I'm going to have to start screaming it at the football!
He's been nicknamed "Mr Angry" in my family since I was 6 years old.
Today though, it was the loudest VFR that you have ever heard from the mouth of one person. Over and over again.
Love it.
I've seen so many loonies over the years though i'll always remember one guy who used to sit behind me in H block used to scream out at the top of his voice in disbelief at however much injury time was held up by the 4th official whether it be 1 minute, 4 minutes or 7 minutes every single match. It was almost as though the 4th official would always give the complete opposite to what he was expecting!
So confident he was that the Belgians were the way forward.
Oh and he'd also spend the second half ignoring the game and writing incomprehensible and slightly unnerving notes in a little black book.
The mind boggles.
I have not been back to the west stand since.
;o)
The lad and I always looked out for his late arrival and him starting his picnic; he seemed happy enough in his bobble hat and scarf, and celebrating our goals in a reserved way, but there was something sad about him. The lad - only 7 or 8 at the time - also noticed this in him and remarked upon it looking a little sad himself which in turn made me a bit misty-eyed.
I then told him that the reason he was always late to his seat was because he'd been up in his loft where he would take a live kitten from a sack full of the things, nail its paws to a beam with panel pins and then set fire to its tail and watch it go up in flames. Kitten-Killer was born.
Although this demonisation of the poor bloke was for the lad's 'benefit', I suspect it was more for mine.
We haven't seen him for a few games now, I hope he's alright...
Then one Saturday no more Wally... I wonder what became of him? Probably got his Palarse season ticket back.....