Bloke at the north stand turnstile. Told by stewards that they needed to search him, so he dropped his trousers, raised his arms and told them to search him. The look on the blue stewards face was a picture.
Getting searched three times on the way in and still allowed to take the football in to throw on the pitch. 'It can go in but if you take it out the bag it will get confiscated'
The supporter ahead of me (at my wrong gate) having his wife's tiny tiny bag searched much more than my rucksack. 'I've been supporting this club for over 50 years and this is what you've come to, what are you doing, this is a disgrace,'
The shoe being thrown onto the pitch from the lower north was funny
It was a pair of trainers thrown on the pitch one after the other. What was even funnier was seeing the owner (I assume) reclaim them and put them back on during pitch invasion. Just think, we could all have done it and got our shoes back ...
The shoe being thrown onto the pitch from the lower north was funny
It was a pair of trainers thrown on the pitch one after the other. What was even funnier was seeing the owner (I assume) reclaim them and put them back on during pitch invasion. Just think, we could all have done it and got our shoes back ...
Young looking Steward told me and my son to take the tops off our drink bottles, which we did. We then entered the turnstiles and put them back on the bottles again. It was obviously too difficult for him to remember the second part of the operation and actually take the bottle tops.
Got on the pitch fairly easily and phoned my mate in the Burnley end that I was on my way down the left wing towards the Jimmy Seed stand. I didn't expect to have a chat with him on the pitch, let alone in the penalty area in front of the Jimmy Seed. We were giggling like little kids.
The Keystone cops sketch in homage to Benny Hill when they were marched from the north east corner, stopped, told to go back a bit and then return again and eventually spread out facing the netting while thousands of fans were already on the pitch behind them and loads more were joining them. The copper leading that lot will no doubt go far...
The movement of people from the North Lower after the game. A few pioneers headed for the exit, to then re-emerge up in the North East Corner, flipped themselves over the wall into the East, headed down the aisles to pitch side. Once these pioneers had established the route the mass migration followed - from a distance looked like a trail of ants!
The final step - the negotiation to get on the pitch. Some dummied left and went right - on the pitch! Some used force - on the pitch! Some just walked a few blocks further down the East to where there were relatively few stewards guarding the perimeter - on the pitch! Each ant with a rightful expression of accomplishment upon landing on the turf.
Honourable mention to the smaller ant trail during the game - North Upper to North West Corner. The inevitable 'don't hold me back' handbags in the sofa area were impressive.
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The liar banner being shuffled along to the right position.
The orderly manner in which we got onto the pitch from the family section. Only at Charlton.
Little clumps of old bill running around not knowing what to do.
Sofa being torn up.
Anarchic and wonderfully bonkers.
The supporter ahead of me (at my wrong gate) having his wife's tiny tiny bag searched much more than my rucksack. 'I've been supporting this club for over 50 years and this is what you've come to, what are you doing, this is a disgrace,'
For those of you who listen to The Football Ramble, Sean Dyche really did look like a sandy testicle burning in the sun.
Got on the pitch fairly easily and phoned my mate in the Burnley end that I was on my way down the left wing towards the Jimmy Seed stand. I didn't expect to have a chat with him on the pitch, let alone in the penalty area in front of the Jimmy Seed. We were giggling like little kids.
The final step - the negotiation to get on the pitch. Some dummied left and went right - on the pitch! Some used force - on the pitch! Some just walked a few blocks further down the East to where there were relatively few stewards guarding the perimeter - on the pitch! Each ant with a rightful expression of accomplishment upon landing on the turf.
Honourable mention to the smaller ant trail during the game - North Upper to North West Corner. The inevitable 'don't hold me back' handbags in the sofa area were impressive.
Any old iron!!
On TV it was watching her reaction, and the usual steward going straight to his radio!