A fan heading the ball back onto the pitch rather than catching it.
Bonus points for the geezer at a pre-season friendly at a non league ground a few years ago who tried to do it and accidentally flicked it over the fence behind him and out the ground
The PA announcer telling a fan that his wife has gone into labour
Frank Skinner told the story about coming out of the Hawthorns after a particularly dismal defeat when that very announcement came over the PA. The bloke in front of him turned round and said “poor Bugger....he’s just had to watch that and now he’s got to go home and cook his own dinner!”.
That Luton player that has coming running to the Covered End with his finger on his lips when they've scored against us in the last two games, only for us to score more and end up beating them (twice!!).
Doncaster players doing this right in front of me in the covered end in the play off semi after scoring in extra time.
Ten minutes later out on penalties with one of the prematurely celebrating divs missing...his last act for Doncaster after being there for years.
Felt a bit for Marquis at the end but the other bloke who had been giving it along with the mouthy Leeds loanee was superb.
Thinking about it now, that the final was such an epic game sort of overshadows the memory and drama of the semi.
Being on the pitch after that game and the last minute winner at Wembley is stuff of dreams
Jacko's last minute winner against QPR was bang on too.
A celebrating opposing player not knowing his ‘goal’ has been ruled out long after everyone else.
remember when I was about 18 I was playing for a Sunday team out of Upper Belvedere. Went Charlton on the Saturday and the snow come down really hard. Can’t remember if Charlton got called off, or just about got away with it, but it got more and more all afternoon.
We were meant to be playing at Slade Green Railway on Sunday morning, it was clearly going to be off, so a couple of us got right on it.
The next morning the house phone went and my mum woke me up saying it was my Sunday manager. I stumbled to the phone downstairs and incredibly he said the game was on, why have I not turned up. I apologised, said I assumed it was off, it was nice that he’d gone out the way to phone me but I’ll have to skip that week.
“I’m only phoning you you useless shit because you’ve got the kit”
Get myself sorted and get a lift up to Slade Green. Kit delivered, got told I’d be sub. Game now running well late. We changed in a rotten old room in the pub there (that become a hostel).
Freezing cold, feeling shit and icy pitch I run the line first half. They had a good turnout from the pub and they were giving me dogs abuse doing the flag. Plenty of banter but plenty of OTT stuff as well.
Game not going well, manager brought me on half time. I was proper worked up, I’ll show those trippy c***s. Our manager was a very handy doorman so I had my invincible coat on.
Scored a cracking goal and that was it, I bolted as fast as Usain Bolt towards that touchline, running in front of them flicking v-signs all along the way giving it ave that. Took ages to work out the ref had disallowed it. To say I got absolutely slaughtered for the rest of the game was an understatement.
The trudge up the hill to Charlton Village for a post match pint and debrief. Then, the pint itself. Glorious.
No, that hill can fuck off - who builds a football stadium in a valley?!
I do miss the Swan, though. A great buzz with familiar faces.
Love chatting about the game before turning our attention to where we're going out that evening and trying to convince @cantersaddick to stay out past 8pm.
The trudge up the hill to Charlton Village for a post match pint and debrief. Then, the pint itself. Glorious.
No, that hill can fuck off - who builds a football stadium in a valley?!
I do miss the Swan, though. A great buzz with familiar faces.
Love chatting about the game before turning our attention to where we're going out that evening and trying to convince @cantersaddick to stay out past 8pm.
First line on the way to Euston station at 7am, washed down with a tinnie, knowing you’ll have a banging headache by 1pm and the actual game will be an inconvenience.
1) Having a good read of the match day programme on the train on the way home.
2) The person in front of you doing the same from a different game and you both acknowledge said fact and chat about the respective fortunes of your team today
In the old days before t'internet and all the build up to a game you'll turn up to a game & read the programme/listen to the teams being read it & thinking "shit, he's good" or "didn't realise he plays for them" and worrying that we were now going to lose.
In the old days before t'internet and all the build up to a game you'll turn up to a game & read the programme/listen to the teams being read it & thinking "shit, he's good" or "didn't realise he plays for them" and worrying that we were now going to lose.
Proper muddy pitches. Even better, a mad goalmouth scramble on a muddy pitch.
Catching a glimpse of the east terrace just before the train pulled in to Charlton station. Bonus if I saw the scaffolding gantry up for MOTD or the Big Match
Outfield player in goal is surely the greatest moment one can witness at a game? The fear in their eyes as they put on the keepers shirt and gloves is a glorious site to behold.
An outfield player doing well in goal is brilliant too.
Has that happened before?! I can only recall Kyle Walker and Harry Kane in recent years
Steve Brown a bit further back.
Steve Gritt, even further back.
John Hewie even even further back. And, what’s more he started a game in goal wearing a mauve jumper v Plymouth. I can still remember one fumble where a forward challenged him and the ball ran up one arm across his neck before he managed to re-catch it.
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Bonus points for the geezer at a pre-season friendly at a non league ground a few years ago who tried to do it and accidentally flicked it over the fence behind him and out the ground
The PA announcer telling a fan that his wife has gone into labour
The ball going out of the ground at the main road end of the ground and hitting a bus stopped at the bus stop.
For me this was mostly in the 80's - grounds with character and history...
Signing "England's number 4, 5" etc etc to a keeper who's just lost his place.
Ten minutes later out on penalties with one of the prematurely celebrating divs missing...his last act for Doncaster after being there for years.
Felt a bit for Marquis at the end but the other bloke who had been giving it along with the mouthy Leeds loanee was superb.
Thinking about it now, that the final was such an epic game sort of overshadows the memory and drama of the semi.
Being on the pitch after that game and the last minute winner at Wembley is stuff of dreams
Jacko's last minute winner against QPR was bang on too.
remember when I was about 18 I was playing for a Sunday team out of Upper Belvedere. Went Charlton on the Saturday and the snow come down really hard. Can’t remember if Charlton got called off, or just about got away with it, but it got more and more all afternoon.
We were meant to be playing at Slade Green Railway on Sunday morning, it was clearly going to be off, so a couple of us got right on it.
The next morning the house phone went and my mum woke me up saying it was my Sunday manager. I stumbled to the phone downstairs and incredibly he said the game was on, why have I not turned up. I apologised, said I assumed it was off, it was nice that he’d gone out the way to phone me but I’ll have to skip that week.
“I’m only phoning you you useless shit because you’ve got the kit”
Get myself sorted and get a lift up to Slade Green. Kit delivered, got told I’d be sub. Game now running well late. We changed in a rotten old room in the pub there (that become a hostel).
Freezing cold, feeling shit and icy pitch I run the line first half. They had a good turnout from the pub and they were giving me dogs abuse doing the flag. Plenty of banter but plenty of OTT stuff as well.
Game not going well, manager brought me on half time. I was proper worked up, I’ll show those trippy c***s. Our manager was a very handy doorman so I had my invincible coat on.
Scored a cracking goal and that was it, I bolted as fast as Usain Bolt towards that touchline, running in front of them flicking v-signs all along the way giving it ave that. Took ages to work out the ref had disallowed it. To say I got absolutely slaughtered for the rest of the game was an understatement.
Great fun, loved my Sunday league days.
(Fairly sure @JohnBoyUK would have been there).
A Charlton direct free kick hitting the back of the net!
David Whyte under the lights against Brentford. Boom!!
The five minutes before kick-off where anything seems possible.
Getting indignant at foul throws!
The trudge up the hill to Charlton Village for a post match pint and debrief. Then, the pint itself. Glorious.
I miss football.
(I wish)
1) Having a good read of the match day programme on the train on the way home.
2) The person in front of you doing the same from a different game and you both acknowledge said fact and chat about the respective fortunes of your team today
Catching a glimpse of the east terrace just before the train pulled in to Charlton station. Bonus if I saw the scaffolding gantry up for MOTD or the Big Match