Not Charlton related but back in 92/93 I went to the York v Scarborough derby with a couple of 'Seadog' mates. I think the Addicks were away at Oxford in a meaningless end of season game which I allowed myself to miss to take up a chance to experience a North Yorkshire grudge match. There were about 600 Scarborough fans on the away terrace and to be fair it was quite a boisterous atmosphere as the lads from the coast got behind their team, urging the players on to victory over their neighbours from the city. I ended up standing next to this disheveled mess of a man who smelt like he'd been out to sea for months and who was almost possessed in his fervour. This was aided by his obvious alcohol intake as he bellowed for all he was worth. York were awarded a penalty from which they duly scored and the big behemoth of a man went apoplectic, swearing words I'd never heard before. Just as Scarborough went to restart, from the depths of his soul he erupted with a earth shaking ' Scaaarrboroough' and just on the last syllable he projectile vomited on those in front of him. I mean proper fountain of hot, stinking beer and burger stomach juice.
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"Dont tell your mum!". haha.
I'd like to meet her tho!
The bloke probably still gets ribbed about it to this day.
There were about 600 Scarborough fans on the away terrace and to be fair it was quite a boisterous atmosphere as the lads from the coast got behind their team, urging the players on to victory over their neighbours from the city.
I ended up standing next to this disheveled mess of a man who smelt like he'd been out to sea for months and who was almost possessed in his fervour. This was aided by his obvious alcohol intake as he bellowed for all he was worth.
York were awarded a penalty from which they duly scored and the big behemoth of a man went apoplectic, swearing words I'd never heard before. Just as Scarborough went to restart, from the depths of his soul he erupted with a earth shaking ' Scaaarrboroough' and just on the last syllable he projectile vomited on those in front of him. I mean proper fountain of hot, stinking beer and burger stomach juice.
I found it feckin' hilarious.