anyone take a knock Friday? the guy to my left (mentioning no names) was hammered. could hardly stand. when the first goal went in we all went nuts and predictably i was sent flying into the row in front, smashing my shins against the seat in front and literally having to hold on for dear life. it was a beautiful moment. although now i feel the pain of the incident and have a tennis ball sized bruise to show for it. Well worth it though.
anyone had similar over the years?
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also nabbed a black eye at white hart lane with a flailing arm from my mate (the guy next to me ducked and i had no idea it was on the way), had to walk around sixth form with that for a week!
also seem to remember at sheffield in the cup taking the skin off my shins (through my jeans) by leaning against the hard rim of the seat in front the whole time
funny how pain is immaterial at football!
First look at their new Stadium and also the start of our great run to promotion.
not really an injury either but at half time on Friday i was trying to drink a pint and medders and carling between them managed to make me spill half of it all over my hands, arms, coat, feet.
nice one moooorons. :-)
We both went up but my mate went on my shoulders, over the top and landed about 3 rows in front in the seats of a couple of (very fit) Portugese ladies.
I can remember him looking up at me in delight as if we had just shared the greatest moment ever, only for me to have to give him the thumbs down as the ref had dissalowed it.
I was on holiday in Feuntaventura in 98, there was about 30 of us all families though, and one of the blokes with us said if England score he would pour his pint over his head. Campbell scored he did the deed the goal was disallowed. It was f*cking hilarious.
I dont even remember coming downstairs at half time!
My shin is bloody killing me today and has a huge scar on it, oh well.
Heh, about suzi and the beer, my mum told me about this at halftime and said you looked pretty pissed off and was wondering if Medders even knew you, my only reply could be that I didn't remember ANYTHING from half time at all, which is pretty worrying.
I've just remembered another injury of sorts, being squeezed so hard i thought i was going to pop by shag outside the oak as he walked past after the game!
I do remember kicking carlsberg in the nuts at the station, so that can count as revenge. ;-)
The bloke you are talking about was in the con club after the game on friday talking about that very incident!!!
that is just pure magic that moment, how happy was he the bam on his arse!! classic