Another favourite was when we were in a Liverpool night club. Steve Mcmanaman Liverpool star player at the time was in there surrounded by his mates. @East Terrace eases his way through them and says to McManamam " oi McManamam you were fucking shit".
A couple of hours later when the club was closing and the lights came on @East Terrace was standing up, leaning against a pillar fast asleep.
Done quite a few in recent years. Weirdest hotel I stayed in was in Blackpool for Fleetwood away earlier this season. I've absolutely no idea why but I decided to take up a room that cost £25 and was basically a prison cell.
Got into the room and realised I had to unplug the television so I could charge my phone. The owner then decided to knock on my door an hour later just to remind me that drugs are not permitted. Then came home from a nightclub at about 3am and found him stood outside my door saying he was waiting up for me to get in to make sure I wasn't bringing anyone back. The next morning he was banging on the door the very second check-out time hit, and telling me it was time to go. Just as I was leaving he said that he wasn't sure about me when I first walked in, but that he had grown to like me and would love if I stayed again.
Last time I stayed away was when we won 1-0 at Sheffield Wednesday - Johnny Jackson with a free kick. When we scored, some bloke hugged me and said something like, "Did you see that, Brian?" I explained I was not Brian. He looked surprised and apologised for hugging me. If you're on CL, own up!
Another good one I’ve just remembered was the Friday night game at Southend, where we won with 2 late goals. Nicky Bailey got one of their players sent off and they were going nuts. Ended up in TOTS with @Glass half empty and the other guy we were staying with and asked the DJ to give a shout out to Nicky Bailey for his birthday. Went into a kebab shop about 2 in the morning that had a few groups of blokes in there. One of them started singing the Bailey song very quietly and one by one everyone in the place was singing it at full volume. Turned out everyone in there was an addick. The owner didn’t quite know what to make of it but thought it was hilarious (am guessing he was used to customers kicking lumps out of each other after a night on the piss)
We got up there on the Friday about 3 or 4pm and bumped into I think @Southendaddick and his mates and I especially remember big stuey and his promise to kill the toilet on the Sunday morning. @Stu_of_Kunming and @Gumbo stopped at mine on the Thursday night and the drinking began then. So many things about that weekend make me laugh still now, Frankie claiming the bouncy ball AND the captains armband to the point he slept in it and had a massive bruise on his arm the next day! I was actually on fire with the layyydeeees of Blackpool that weekend to the point @DaveStorry told me he was sticking to me like shit to a blanket as I somehow scored a hattrick in the tower lounge after the game, a pair we strongly suspect were mother and daughter. The weird jock bar after the game with Hillsy, Frankie and Doyley. Then that Walkabout bar and the events outside, if you were there you knew!
The game was mental, the weather even more mental. As sessions and stay aways go that was one to remember and I'm glad I have it as a memory. I said on @Charlton Dan thread about how this site is more than a football forum, its a weird, very dysfunctional family. The forum was still in its infancy then and it felt like every few minutes I was being introduced to someone new by their civviename and username. I cant remember laughing so much as the Sunday morning, @Gumbo will know why as will @WSS and @Stu_of_Kunming and that can stay between us
There was a small gang of us who’d left Uni and started to earn a bit. Late 70s. We were away at Bolton in Div 2. Always a tough place then, and they were flying high, with a rock solid centre back pairing of Sam Allardyce and Paul Jones, with Peter Reid in front of them.
We booked a central hotel called the Pack Horse because it had featured in a BBC drama few weeks ago. Predictably Charlton were battered 4-0 but Bolton was already a low- cost booze town due to a huge club that sold drinks at unbelievable low prices. So we hit it. And I found myself getting on more than nicely with a very fit blonde local girl. Just when I was seriously considering the “guest” rule at the Pack Horse, a young friendly looking guy appeared at her side. “This is Paul” she says. “Up for the football?” he asks. “Yes” I answered ruefully, “were you there?”. “Yeah”, he replies, “ I was playing” and to my horror, I realised it was Paul Jones. Then he went off, and it was only after a while I realised that they were not, as I’d supposed, an item, but he’d thrown me off my stride, and I downgraded my objective for the evening.😕 Nice girl though, we met her and her friends for Sunday lunch next day.
We developed a taste for this “Executive Away weekend” malarkey after that. We stayed in Nottingham at the Flying Horse several times, including for a game at Mansfield, where we got chased back to the car because all the other Charlton had come by train and we’d been spotted peeling away.Won 3-0, so it was worth it. Also did Hull, staying in Grimsby because I’d been there 6 months for work, and we had a party to go to. It was before the Humber Bridge was open and we took the ferry. Good 2-2 draw tho’ we were 2-0 up. Our chauffeur was John. He worked for British Rail but was the owner of a well used but very plush 3 litre Granada. Mid 80s he moved away, and I never heard from him. Until about 3 years ago, when I paid for a digital subscription to the European Rail Timetable, as any proper Charlton should do. Got the automatic email conf….followed by another one which said “ I hope you don’t mind me asking, but are you Rick, who I used to go to Charlton away games with? “ . It was John, and he is now the publisher of the sacred ERT.
Man City away - spent an evening in a strip club in Manchester with @Clem_Snide and more randomly Kevin Campbell. Couple of hours in and we had him singing songs about Eddie Youds. Around midnight, Campbell said he had to go as he was in the Everton squad for the game the following day.
Man City away - spent an evening in a strip club in Manchester with @Clem_Snide and more randomly Kevin Campbell. Couple of hours in and we had him singing songs about Eddie Youds. Around midnight, Campbell said he had to go as he was in the Everton squad for the game the following day.
Was that the weekend when we went to Macclesfield vs Colchester on the Saturday and I got chucked out of Royales in the evening?
Everton away on a Tuesday night stands out for me. First drink about 6.30am at Luton airport, last drink about 4am in Wonderbar.
Absolute carnage that night.
Honarable mention for two nights in Glasgow for Rangers vs Hibs as well.
Newcastle is always a good night out. Remember one trip where I met a particularly nice Scottish lass in some random club and went back to hers. Panic stations at 5am when I realised I couldn't remember the name of the hotel I was staying in. Fell into a cab and said "the big yellow place in Jesmond", thankfully the bloke knew where I meant.
Got to my room to find one pf our group who "wasn't staying up for the weekend" in my bed, so ended up getting about 2 hours kip on the floor, under a towel and using my bag as a pillow. Took about a week to recover from that trip.
Man City away - spent an evening in a strip club in Manchester with @Clem_Snide and more randomly Kevin Campbell. Couple of hours in and we had him singing songs about Eddie Youds. Around midnight, Campbell said he had to go as he was in the Everton squad for the game the following day.
Was that the weekend when we went to Macclesfield vs Colchester on the Saturday and I got chucked out of Royales in the evening?
Everton away on a Tuesday night stands out for me. First drink about 6.30am at Luton airport, last drink about 4am in Wonderbar.
Absolute carnage that night.
Honarable mention for two nights in Glasgow for Rangers vs Hibs as well.
Newcastle is always a good night out. Remember one trip where I met a particularly nice Scottish lass in some random club and went back to hers. Panic stations at 5am when I realised I couldn't remember the name of the hotel I was staying in. Fell into a cab and said "the big yellow place in Jesmond", thankfully the bloke knew where I meant.
Got to my room to find one pf our group who "wasn't staying up for the weekend" in my bed, so ended up getting about 2 hours kip on the floor, under a towel and using my bag as a pillow. Took about a week to recover from that trip.
Macc v Peterborough. I remember it well, I bought some chips and the bloke serving had more hairs growing out his nose than we had chips.
Rangers v Hibs was memorable for calling a bloke in the pub a fucking nuisance - bad really because he was in a wheelchair and got in the way a couple of times.
Some of your memories of Blackpool 2008 are far better than mine...remember a pub crawl on way back to hotel after the game, and a few of us having some mad dance in a bar early evening. All a bit of a blur after that.( probably not a bad thing)
One Manchester trip we were staying at The Dolby, which was a bit of dump off of Deansgate (now called Stay Inn). Along with our group, there was another Charlton group staying including @Covered End and @EastTerrace
We got back late one night after a club and they were still up in the bar so joined them. They had some wind up going on where one of them was burning something with a lighter and then rubbing their healing fingers across the others face. Or something like that. What he never knew was he was getting black soot rubbed all over his face. This went on for ages and he looked like he’d worked a 10hr shift down a mine but was none the wiser.
Had to be there. Remember that either of you?
Remember it well-ish AFKA… I thought this story may appear.
Had so many good nights away in Manchester, Newcastle and and Liverpool back in the day. And McManaman was tosser in that club just on Matthew Street. I actually think I was friendly at first and asked how he thought Charlton played (we apparently lost 4-0), he said ‘Shite’… I wasn’t too pleased and was intentionally mixing drinks that night. Up there with the most ill I have been drinking wise.
Middlesbrough away. Stayed in Darlington by that huge pub. Table dancing northerners and ambulances Leeds away met a mate in Rochdale then met Abs and @Medders in Leeds. Abs can’t bear Leeds and they were hungover from cocktail drinking the night before as I recall. Liverpool with @Curb_It bagpipe request in arkles norwich with @Curb_It and friends and deserting them and going to a club with others and B coming to find me in another room the next morning! newcastle stayed with mate then met up with everyone at game and on the boat! walsall called off in snow stayed at mates in midlands Blackpool……too many memorable things. Inflatable Fish. No coat @WSS. @Stu_of_Kunming@palarsehater (I think) @DaveStorry on dancefloor and @Gumbo tricking me into paying for cab to hotel. I was like a holiday rep that weekend with the itinerary. Kebab in porch of hotel and lost shoes at breakfast.
Didn’t trick you just was that drunk I didn’t know realise I had no cash left on me
I have normally stayed away from the towns or cities we have played. Like others have said Southport has been a good base for both Manchester and Merseyside fixtures.
Probably the best occasion was the 86 promotion at Carlisle. The night before we had a session which ended in a nightclub where they had the most bizarre caberet. A drag artist with a Labrador Dog.Then out of nowhere appeared Mick McCarthy ( the Charlton fan not the ex Ireland manager) as he always seemed to in those far off days. We stayed out until the morning when we went straight to breakfast.
Got visions of Blackpool getting his chequebook out at the magistrates like Sting in Quadrophenia
Back in the 70s I must have given more money to the magistrates than I put in my savings account. I don't think I could have made it as a financial adviser that's for sure.
Whitley Bay for Newcastle games carnage in Great Yarmouth for Norwich loads from Manchester
But,I give you Middlesbrough away in about 88 I think
anyway. We decided to go late on on Saturday morning. 4 of us jump in my mates ropey old Morris Marina at around 10 o’clock. Drove non stop to get there. Got to Ayresome Park at 10 to 3. Get abused by various northerners parking in a literal cobbled street near the ground. Get into the ground and watch the match (can’t even remember the score or what happened).
then the fun starts.
We had no plan on where to stay or what to do. So run the gauntlet back to our motor among the not very friendly locals and drove to a cafe we’d seen. Asked the people in there what they recommend we do. They said go to Redcar. So we did. Parked up. Had a few beers and decided to sleep in the motor later. The night went on pretty well until we got in a nightclub called Leo’s which seemed to be full of all the local nutters but we’re hardy souls and that didn’t bother us. Until about 1 or 2 in the morning when our very drunk driver , who for god knows what reason had a Millwall t shirt on ( a very confused man) got very amorous with a young lady who was showing him a lot of attention. Turns out she has a boyfriend in there and a situation evolves leading to us windmilling our way out of the club. Legging it to the car and silly bollocks driving off with us all on board.
Redcar is a coastal town and we drove towards the beach. There’s a sign saying Road Closed sand drift. We ignore it and drive on. Straight into the sand drift. He then starts to try to drive through it like a tit. Burst two tyres and that’s us fucked. It was blowing a gale and we had no heaters. 2 of the party decided to leave the car and try to find accommodation. They ended up sleeping around the radiators in Guisborough nick. The next morning we had to put a plan in place to get home. What ACTUALLY happened was we went back on the sauce. Spent all of our money and slept in the car again.
3rd day, we had to all ring home to get money wired to a bank some how. Our parents all chipped in. We spent a day waiting for the money sharing one portion of chips as food.
the money turned up , yet again we wasted it and that night decided to bunk the trains home. Got caught 4 to the toilet by the train guards. They threatened to throw us off but we pleaded and told them our tale of woe and they let us stay on.
went and got the car from a police pound when we played Hull away later that season.
Whitley Bay for Newcastle games carnage in Great Yarmouth for Norwich loads from Manchester
But,I give you Middlesbrough away in about 88 I think
anyway. We decided to go late on on Saturday morning. 4 of us jump in my mates ropey old Morris Marina at around 10 o’clock. Drove non stop to get there. Got to Ayresome Park at 10 to 3. Get abused by various northerners parking in a literal cobbled street near the ground. Get into the ground and watch the match (can’t even remember the score or what happened).
then the fun starts.
We had no plan on where to stay or what to do. So run the gauntlet back to our motor among the not very friendly locals and drove to a cafe we’d seen. Asked the people in there what they recommend we do. They said go to Redcar. So we did. Parked up. Had a few beers and decided to sleep in the motor later. The night went on pretty well until we got in a nightclub called Leo’s which seemed to be full of all the local nutters but we’re hardy souls and that didn’t bother us. Until about 1 or 2 in the morning when our very drunk driver , who for god knows what reason had a Millwall t shirt on ( a very confused man) got very amorous with a young lady who was showing him a lot of attention. Turns out she has a boyfriend in there and a situation evolves leading to us windmilling our way out of the club. Legging it to the car and silly bollocks driving off with us all on board.
Redcar is a coastal town and we drove towards the beach. There’s a sign saying Road Closed sand drift. We ignore it and drive on. Straight into the sand drift. He then starts to try to drive through it like a tit. Burst two tyres and that’s us fucked. It was blowing a gale and we had no heaters. 2 of the party decided to leave the car and try to find accommodation. They ended up sleeping around the radiators in Guisborough nick. The next morning we had to put a plan in place to get home. What ACTUALLY happened was we went back on the sauce. Spent all of our money and slept in the car again.
3rd day, we had to all ring home to get money wired to a bank some how. Our parents all chipped in. We spent a day waiting for the money sharing one portion of chips as food.
the money turned up , yet again we wasted it and that night decided to bunk the trains home. Got caught 4 to the toilet by the train guards. They threatened to throw us off but we pleaded and told them our tale of woe and they let us stay on.
went and got the car from a police pound when we played Hull away later that season.
Whitley Bay for Newcastle games carnage in Great Yarmouth for Norwich loads from Manchester
But,I give you Middlesbrough away in about 88 I think
anyway. We decided to go late on on Saturday morning. 4 of us jump in my mates ropey old Morris Marina at around 10 o’clock. Drove non stop to get there. Got to Ayresome Park at 10 to 3. Get abused by various northerners parking in a literal cobbled street near the ground. Get into the ground and watch the match (can’t even remember the score or what happened).
then the fun starts.
We had no plan on where to stay or what to do. So run the gauntlet back to our motor among the not very friendly locals and drove to a cafe we’d seen. Asked the people in there what they recommend we do. They said go to Redcar. So we did. Parked up. Had a few beers and decided to sleep in the motor later. The night went on pretty well until we got in a nightclub called Leo’s which seemed to be full of all the local nutters but we’re hardy souls and that didn’t bother us. Until about 1 or 2 in the morning when our very drunk driver , who for god knows what reason had a Millwall t shirt on ( a very confused man) got very amorous with a young lady who was showing him a lot of attention. Turns out she has a boyfriend in there and a situation evolves leading to us windmilling our way out of the club. Legging it to the car and silly bollocks driving off with us all on board.
Redcar is a coastal town and we drove towards the beach. There’s a sign saying Road Closed sand drift. We ignore it and drive on. Straight into the sand drift. He then starts to try to drive through it like a tit. Burst two tyres and that’s us fucked. It was blowing a gale and we had no heaters. 2 of the party decided to leave the car and try to find accommodation. They ended up sleeping around the radiators in Guisborough nick. The next morning we had to put a plan in place to get home. What ACTUALLY happened was we went back on the sauce. Spent all of our money and slept in the car again.
3rd day, we had to all ring home to get money wired to a bank some how. Our parents all chipped in. We spent a day waiting for the money sharing one portion of chips as food.
the money turned up , yet again we wasted it and that night decided to bunk the trains home. Got caught 4 to the toilet by the train guards. They threatened to throw us off but we pleaded and told them our tale of woe and they let us stay on.
went and got the car from a police pound when we played Hull away later that season.
happy days.
proper story that one
I reckon it was 0-0 game last time i took a coach to a game, went on me Todd Walkman batteries ran out before Dartford Tunnel Drew out £10 at service station and it blew away in the wind, couldn't draw anymore money out as had £100 a week card limit back in those days. had golf balls thrown at us on the terraces. Didnt eat or drink the whole day as had no money and was too shy to ask anyone on the coach if they could lend me a fiver
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Steve Mcmanaman Liverpool star player at the time was in there surrounded by his mates.
@East Terrace eases his way through them and says to McManamam " oi McManamam you were fucking shit".
A couple of hours later when the club was closing and the lights came on @East Terrace was standing up, leaning against a pillar fast asleep.
Got into the room and realised I had to unplug the television so I could charge my phone. The owner then decided to knock on my door an hour later just to remind me that drugs are not permitted. Then came home from a nightclub at about 3am and found him stood outside my door saying he was waiting up for me to get in to make sure I wasn't bringing anyone back. The next morning he was banging on the door the very second check-out time hit, and telling me it was time to go. Just as I was leaving he said that he wasn't sure about me when I first walked in, but that he had grown to like me and would love if I stayed again.
Think I'll find somewhere else next season.
We got up there on the Friday about 3 or 4pm and bumped into I think @Southendaddick and his mates and I especially remember big stuey and his promise to kill the toilet on the Sunday morning. @Stu_of_Kunming and @Gumbo stopped at mine on the Thursday night and the drinking began then. So many things about that weekend make me laugh still now, Frankie claiming the bouncy ball AND the captains armband to the point he slept in it and had a massive bruise on his arm the next day! I was actually on fire with the layyydeeees of Blackpool that weekend to the point @DaveStorry told me he was sticking to me like shit to a blanket as I somehow scored a hattrick in the tower lounge after the game, a pair we strongly suspect were mother and daughter. The weird jock bar after the game with Hillsy, Frankie and Doyley. Then that Walkabout bar and the events outside, if you were there you knew!
The game was mental, the weather even more mental. As sessions and stay aways go that was one to remember and I'm glad I have it as a memory. I said on @Charlton Dan thread about how this site is more than a football forum, its a weird, very dysfunctional family. The forum was still in its infancy then and it felt like every few minutes I was being introduced to someone new by their civviename and username. I cant remember laughing so much as the Sunday morning, @Gumbo will know why as will @WSS and @Stu_of_Kunming and that can stay between us
Great times
But I believe I stayed in the worst in 72 😣
Man City away - spent an evening in a strip club in Manchester with @Clem_Snide and more randomly Kevin Campbell. Couple of hours in and we had him singing songs about Eddie Youds. Around midnight, Campbell said he had to go as he was in the Everton squad for the game the following day.
Up there with the most ill I have been drinking wise.
Still the best away weekend
Although the magistrates thought otherwise.
I have normally stayed away from the towns or cities we have played. Like others have said Southport has been a good base for both Manchester and Merseyside fixtures.
Probably the best occasion was the 86 promotion at Carlisle. The night before we had a session which ended in a nightclub where they had the most bizarre caberet. A drag artist with a Labrador Dog.Then out of nowhere appeared Mick McCarthy ( the Charlton fan not the ex Ireland manager) as he always seemed to in those far off days. We stayed out until the morning when we went straight to breakfast.
I don't think I could have made it as a financial adviser that's for sure.
Whitley Bay for Newcastle games
carnage in Great Yarmouth for Norwich
loads from Manchester
But,I give you Middlesbrough away in about 88 I think
anyway. We decided to go late on on Saturday morning. 4 of us jump in my mates ropey old Morris Marina at around 10 o’clock. Drove non stop to get there. Got to Ayresome Park at 10 to 3. Get abused by various northerners parking in a literal cobbled street near the ground. Get into the ground and watch the match (can’t even remember the score or what happened).
then the fun starts.
We had no plan on where to stay or what to do. So run the gauntlet back to our motor among the not very friendly locals and drove to a cafe we’d seen. Asked the people in there what they recommend we do. They said go to Redcar. So we did. Parked up. Had a few beers and decided to sleep in the motor later. The night went on pretty well until we got in a nightclub called Leo’s which seemed to be full of all the local nutters but we’re hardy souls and that didn’t bother us. Until about 1 or 2 in the morning when our very drunk driver , who for god knows what reason had a Millwall t shirt on ( a very confused man) got very amorous with a young lady who was showing him a lot of attention. Turns out she has a boyfriend in there and a situation evolves leading to us windmilling our way out of the club. Legging it to the car and silly bollocks driving off with us all on board.
3rd day, we had to all ring home to get money wired to a bank some how. Our parents all chipped in. We spent a day waiting for the money sharing one portion of chips as food.
the money turned up , yet again we wasted it and that night decided to bunk the trains home. Got caught 4 to the toilet by the train guards. They threatened to throw us off but we pleaded and told them our tale of woe and they let us stay on.
went and got the car from a police pound when we played Hull away later that season.
happy days.
I reckon it was 0-0 game
last time i took a coach to a game, went on me Todd
Walkman batteries ran out before Dartford Tunnel
Drew out £10 at service station and it blew away in the wind, couldn't draw anymore money out as had £100 a week card limit back in those days.
had golf balls thrown at us on the terraces.
Didnt eat or drink the whole day as had no money and was too shy to ask anyone on the coach if they could lend me a fiver