Any embarrasing moments?
When we were in Portugal my mate celebrated the Sol Campbell goal that never was so much that he ended up about 4 rows in front in the lap of a couple of fit Portugese birds, they werent too happy and neither was he when the goal was ruled out.
A few years back when we scored at West Ham the fella next to me kissed me full on the lips, I didnt know whether to snog him back or deck him :)
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My mate wrote into When Saturday Comes with the story and it was actually read out during the Radio 1 breakfast show one morning! You could say it's my only claim to fame, that is until I score the winning goal for Charlton in a nine goal thriller in the 2007 FA Cup Final at the new Wembley Stadium of course!
its amazing what a win does... lifts the spirits. or have you just been on the sauce?
las game at Selhurst i tripped 2 seconds after Scott Minto scored. Hit the deck and then had about 50 peole go over the top of me and hit the floor. It was like Domino Rally and took about five minutes for every one to untangle themselves.
Got an elbow in the face when we scored at Notts County and smashed my glasses to pieces.
Every stuck in the back of the net.
Why? that would only improve the place...
Then they all started laughing and doing it back, i turned round and found out the ref had disallowed it for offside. Wanted the ground to swallow me up.
At boro away i got a friendly punch in the face by the bloke next to me when we scored our first, and a playfull shove into the next block along (accross the steps) for the second! They guy was only short but very strong! (or i am just weak!)
I'd got for option B mate!!!
I've forgotton what celebrating a goal is like
and all the women were probably just looking and rolling their eyes at grown men making fools of themselves.
nice one.
Haven't jumped up and down hugging shop staff though !!!
Feeling ever so happy I turned round to see my Dad's face..................oh the shame on his face when he realised what he'd created.
Oh & thanks to the geezer who lifted me up when we scored against Fulham at the Cottage.................how's the back mate?
My boring story of over celebrating happened quite recently up at the riverside for the cup match. When we equalised I jumped up but on the way down my shin scraped against the back edge of the seat in front. The excruiating pain left me completely speechless - which made this one of the most quiet of goal celebrations.
I knew my shin was in a bad way but decided not to look at it until after the match - the match was more important than the pain. When I returned to my car I then looked at a 3" deep graze down my shin. Fortunately, it being against my the bone prevented too much blood but this had now congealed.
That night has now left me with a mauve scar down my shin to remind me of Operation Riverside!
We used to have this lad who used to come along to our Charlton Internet team called Leo, he wasn't the greatest footballer in the world to say the leasta nd often played high on drugs.
We played this one game down at Coldharbour in mottingham, and he come on with 5 mins to go. There was a goalmouth scramble and he toe poked it in. It was the first goal he had ever scored in his life and the whole place went mental. Every player, people on the side, and even some of the opposition joined in the mass bundle. Eventually everyone pulled away leaving him lifeless at the bottom in agony.
Turns out that when someone jumped on, their knee landed straight on his jacobs. He had to be ROLLED off the pitch and was substituted.
Never laughed so much in my life.
Poor fuckers back hasn't been the same since
It must have bee around the same time that we had a football competition at school. It was like a six a side thing and me and my mates (who were generally renowned for being a bit dodgy at football) we playing one of the favourites with boys in the year above. Loads of people were behind the goal supporting us on this grassy bank. We were 1-0 down but putting up a good fight. We were the only team to have people singing for us - it was surreal. Then I passed the ball to my mate Nick (who was our best player) who somehow scored. The people behind the goal went mad. I remember running over to him and getting him to look in that direction. They must have slid on the wet grass because they all surged down towards the goal (we'd scored at the other end). If only I could experience something like that as a player at The Valley. That must be truly unreal.