Yep, I've got a few stories. Some funny, some not so funny.
1990 - Old Trafford. Sat in with the Mancs on my own, Digger runs from half way line slots the ball home. Cue me jumping up with a "Get in there!" shout. There then followed 30 seconds of me being pelted with all kinds of objects including; a pie, a drink, a set of keys, and a shoe! A couple of slaps too. Looking around for help I saw this huge chap coming down the steps towards me and I thought "This is it!". He drags me out of my seat and up the stairs to the back of the stand where there are seats without saying a word. He plonks me down and quietly says " Sit down and shut up soft lad or you'll get us both killed". We sat there til just before the end and he drags me out.
He then walks me back to Manchester Picadilly, as my chaperone, shakes my hand he walks off saying that next time he won't rescue me. He also called me a daft cockney.
2010 - Upton Park. Went with my best mate who is a WHU season ticket holder and I had his mates ticket. He sits in the stand behind the goal but over to the corner flag. Torres scores and the atmosphere changes. I notice that a lot of older, big fellas are milling around by the barriers by the stairs. I recognise two of them, Bill Gardiner and Cass Pennant. For those who don't know the names they were the so-called leaders of the ICF, WHU's notorious hooligan firm. Now they weren't doing anything but of course the younger "lads" were all acting up around them. Untold abuse towards Babel, a lot of it racist and nothing done by stewards. I textec loads of my mates when Torres scored with the simple word "Bounce". Bloke beside me starts trying to read who I'm texting. He didn't see what I said but I was getting paranoid. Cue me having to start chanting the famous Bubbles song in order to protect my identity as an LFC fan. Not a pleasant experience but we won 3-2 so not all bad!!
2006 - Vicarage Road, Watford. Went with Piedro from here. Wife's firm has two season tickets in the Watford end pretty much behind the goal. But they were all off on a weekend jolly so Pete came down. He hardly said two words as we queued up, to get in and some old bird starts banging on about their chances of beating Liverpool. Not knowing enough about Watford to agree, I said I didn't know cos I wasn't a Watford fan. Cue everyone looking at me including a worried Pete. So for some reason I said I was a Chelsea fan on a freebie. Cue loads of gentle stick especially from Pete.
We won 3-0 with me and Pete keeping really quiet. They are quite a vicious bunch in there at times. The bloke next to me sussed me early in the second half and asked who just came on for Watford, and I just looked at him and smiled. He said "fair play for not celebrating" and left it at that. LFC fans were chanting for justice and some twat behind us shouted "Get over it, you scouse cunts". I could see Pete tense up and start to stand up, so we decided it was time to leave. The twat was in his 50's. We decided discretion was the better form of valour! Pete's a soft arse anyway!
1991 odd - White Hart Lane. Sat in their end on the side by corner flag right by their lot behind the goal. Rushie scores and me and few other like minded LFC fans jumped up. Trouble was it was disallowed! The rest of the game was pretty uncomfortable as we got the throat slash gestures and general threats as to what would happen to us outside. Luckily they won 2-0 and forgot about us.
2009 - Bernabeu. Sat in the Gods with all the middle classes. Got to our seats and some one was in them, so we sat in different seats. Bloke turns up and was telling me (I presume!!!) that I was sat in his seats. My brother in law told me beforehand to do the continental thing and give the old "give a fuck" shrug that you they give everyone else. He gets agitated so I say "No hablo Espanyol" (No speak Spanish!) and he just looks at me and sits somewhere else. But at half time him and my brother in law have a long discussion in Spanish about the game. He shook my hand at the end of it.
2001 - Nou Camp. Sat in the back row of the covered bits with the press boxes behind us. After discovering the beer was non-alcoholic, we started nicking the drinks and food from the press boxs open windows behind us. Was sat next to a Real Madrid who spoke little English apart from telling that Barca were "piiiiigggggggggggs"!!
