I will be far from alone but fuck me Im missng the match. Home but more Importantly away.

I miss the pre match tension that starts days sometimes weeks before a big day out. Knowing what your wearing ages before, debating which trainers and the weather conditions. 

I miss the night before, that moment you finish work having thought about nothing else all day. Nip in the local on the way home for a pint to take the edge off. You tell yourself dont get too giddy its a big one tomorrow. Few cans at home and get all your clobber ready. Cans in the fridge.

I miss spending all night tossing and turning like a kid on xmas eve. Waking up with full on anxiety, couple or nervous shits and force some breakfast down. All you want is a can.

I miss checking my pockets 300 times, tickets, money, phone, tickets, money, phone....(gear )

I miss being on the station platforn at daft o'clock, standing out like a sore thumb with a sack of cans while other folk are waiting with coffee on their way to work or somewhere much more civilised.

I miss the journey, train or coach, with all the characters you havent seen since the last big away, all the different scenarios off the day whizzing round your head, everyone full of it and in fine form. 

I miss being on your 5th can at 10am

I miss that moment you realise its gonna be 'one of those days' ...when every mad fucker past and present is out.

I miss the pre match boozer, seeing fellas you only ever see at distant corners of the globe, handshakes and hugs like long lost friends, even though you're struggling to remember their name. All the tales, all the craic, all the chants. 

I miss the old bill wandering through with their cameras telling everyone to get to the match.

I miss that walk to the ground as the fresh air hits, time to sober up and sort your head out. 

I miss the sound of police dogs, helicopters and the smell of burger vans.

I miss the stewards patting you down and the clunking sound of the tursntiles. Theres always some lad being told hes too pissed to get in.

I miss walking on the concourse to a scene of chaos, youths ballooning about, old boys singing old songs, the clamour for a quick pint before kick off

I miss walking up the steps with our fans already in full voice

I miss that buzz when the teams come out, bit of tickertape flying about and the players heading over to a packed away end, everyone singing and together. Hairs standing on end as you belt out wanderers all together in unsion.

I miss thinking this is why we do what we do.

I miss the half time queues for luke warm piss.

I miss smoke bombs and pyrotechnics.

I miss the sheer ecstasy and pandemonium when we score. Grabbing the person next to, whoever it is.

I miss topling down stairs, getting crushed under bodies or dragged off a fence by overzealous stewards.

I miss that deafening sound and segregation line charging when they score. Watchin their fans goad us and climb over netting.

I miss taking it all personally.

I miss the argy bargy afterwards, police dogs, police horses, "get back get back" being screamed by police in riot gear.

I miss the delcline in mental state throughout the day.

I miss getting home 24 hours after leaving the house.

I miss not knowing the score till dinner time the next day.

I miss feeling like death for a full week afterwards and vowing thats me done for the season

 

Fuck me I miss it. I know you all do too folks. When the next one comes, its gonna be the away day of all away days.

COYWM

Sentiments echoed all over the country mate👍

double post for some reason

Edited November 5, 20205 yr by athywhite1958
double post

Sentiments echoed all over the country mate👍

Great post. Seems a lifetime ago 🙁

Nice post Gonzo. Something we can all agree on. 

Dust in mi eyes reading that !!

Can't quite believe I'm saying this, but I'm barely missing it at all. 

I miss Baz's #sharonwatch.

Don't get to do aways as finances wont allow it but i do miss going to the reebok/macron/unibol with my dad and having a chinwag with those sat around us and laughing (possibly so we don't cry) at how shit the wanderers are

Memories popping up on my timeline is currently not helping

not missed homes one bit though 

Edited November 6, 20205 yr by radcliffe white

I can’t wait to be back on rattler to away days. Getting up at stupid o’clock to get to some shitty backwater in time for spoons opening before moving on for some proper beer.

Getting home 10 sheets to the wind, usually lost and knowing full well I’ll be rough the following day. Away days are ace.

Home games are not the same buzz but it’s our manor, let’s get us back in there and soon

A sunny day down at the Reebok

I miss London trips. Train to London from Leeds usually full of fans from other clubs. Often Burnley so chatting with them having a few , explaining ‘what went wrong’. Boozer in London by 12 after ‘expertly’ navigating the tube. Always meet some old non football mates off the beaten track. Then the game is shit. Love it. 

Brilliant post

11 hours ago, gonzo said:

I will be far from alone but fuck me Im missng the match. Home but more Importantly away.

I miss the pre match tension that starts days sometimes weeks before a big day out. Knowing what your wearing ages before, debating which trainers and the weather conditions. 

I miss the night before, that moment you finish work having thought about nothing else all day. Nip in the local on the way home for a pint to take the edge off. You tell yourself dont get too giddy its a big one tomorrow. Few cans at home and get all your clobber ready. Cans in the fridge.

I miss spending all night tossing and turning like a kid on xmas eve. Waking up with full on anxiety, couple or nervous shits and force some breakfast down. All you want is a can.

I miss checking my pockets 300 times, tickets, money, phone, tickets, money, phone....(gear )

I miss being on the station platforn at daft o'clock, standing out like a sore thumb with a sack of cans while other folk are waiting with coffee on their way to work or somewhere much more civilised.

I miss the journey, train or coach, with all the characters you havent seen since the last big away, all the different scenarios off the day whizzing round your head, everyone full of it and in fine form. 

I miss being on your 5th can at 10am

I miss that moment you realise its gonna be 'one of those days' ...when every mad fucker past and present is out.

I miss the pre match boozer, seeing fellas you only ever see at distant corners of the globe, handshakes and hugs like long lost friends, even though you're struggling to remember their name. All the tales, all the craic, all the chants. 

I miss the old bill wandering through with their cameras telling everyone to get to the match.

I miss that walk to the ground as the fresh air hits, time to sober up and sort your head out. 

I miss the sound of police dogs, helicopters and the smell of burger vans.

I miss the stewards patting you down and the clunking sound of the tursntiles. Theres always some lad being told hes too pissed to get in.

I miss walking on the concourse to a scene of chaos, youths ballooning about, old boys singing old songs, the clamour for a quick pint before kick off

I miss walking up the steps with our fans already in full voice

I miss that buzz when the teams come out, bit of tickertape flying about and the players heading over to a packed away end, everyone singing and together. Hairs standing on end as you belt out wanderers all together in unsion.

I miss thinking this is why we do what we do.

I miss the half time queues for luke warm piss.

I miss smoke bombs and pyrotechnics.

I miss the sheer ecstasy and pandemonium when we score. Grabbing the person next to, whoever it is.

I miss topling down stairs, getting crushed under bodies or dragged off a fence by overzealous stewards.

I miss that deafening sound and segregation line charging when they score. Watchin their fans goad us and climb over netting.

I miss taking it all personally.

I miss the argy bargy afterwards, police dogs, police horses, "get back get back" being screamed by police in riot gear.

I miss the delcline in mental state throughout the day.

I miss getting home 24 hours after leaving the house.

I miss not knowing the score till dinner time the next day.

I miss feeling like death for a full week afterwards and vowing thats me done for the season

 

Fuck me I miss it. I know you all do too folks. When the next one comes, its gonna be the away day of all away days.

COYWM

THAT IS A FUCKING THING OF BEAUTY MY FRIEND 

10 hours ago, frank_spencer said:

I miss Baz's #sharonwatch.

 

You and me both pal.

With the kids and the dog we struggle for 'date nights' like most.

Our thing is a random weekend away in a town you'd never think of going and it just so happens a ton of your 'mates' are all there at the same time.

A day/night/weekend away were you can forget all your shit at home and remember your a couple and not just parents/bill payers is massively needed.

Nail on the head there Gonzo lad! Chapeau

Same but without the trainers bit

I'm in the habit of not going now. Doubt I'll ever go back. I've found other loves now. All them years wasted pissing it up around the country when I could have been in Dunelm and Hobbycraft.

Nice words gonzo.

Have to admit my last game was vale away,  lost interest ,health issues etc but at the start of this season I promised myself to make an effort,  have so far watched every game (iptv w@nker) and even know who the players are again !     It's a hard watch but I,all stick with it.     

Now cant wait for some away days ,  make the most .    Will no doubt see you en route gonzo.   

 

It's been shared on Facebook and there are some really good comments coming back from fans from other clubs who feel the same way but couldn't write it as eloquently as you Gonzo

17 hours ago, gonzo said:

I will be far from alone but fuck me Im missng the match. Home but more Importantly away.

I miss the pre match tension that starts days sometimes weeks before a big day out. Knowing what your wearing ages before, debating which trainers and the weather conditions. 

I miss the night before, that moment you finish work having thought about nothing else all day. Nip in the local on the way home for a pint to take the edge off. You tell yourself dont get too giddy its a big one tomorrow. Few cans at home and get all your clobber ready. Cans in the fridge.

I miss spending all night tossing and turning like a kid on xmas eve. Waking up with full on anxiety, couple or nervous shits and force some breakfast down. All you want is a can.

I miss checking my pockets 300 times, tickets, money, phone, tickets, money, phone....(gear )

I miss being on the station platforn at daft o'clock, standing out like a sore thumb with a sack of cans while other folk are waiting with coffee on their way to work or somewhere much more civilised.

I miss the journey, train or coach, with all the characters you havent seen since the last big away, all the different scenarios off the day whizzing round your head, everyone full of it and in fine form. 

I miss being on your 5th can at 10am

I miss that moment you realise its gonna be 'one of those days' ...when every mad fucker past and present is out.

I miss the pre match boozer, seeing fellas you only ever see at distant corners of the globe, handshakes and hugs like long lost friends, even though you're struggling to remember their name. All the tales, all the craic, all the chants. 

I miss the old bill wandering through with their cameras telling everyone to get to the match.

I miss that walk to the ground as the fresh air hits, time to sober up and sort your head out. 

I miss the sound of police dogs, helicopters and the smell of burger vans.

I miss the stewards patting you down and the clunking sound of the tursntiles. Theres always some lad being told hes too pissed to get in.

I miss walking on the concourse to a scene of chaos, youths ballooning about, old boys singing old songs, the clamour for a quick pint before kick off

I miss walking up the steps with our fans already in full voice

I miss that buzz when the teams come out, bit of tickertape flying about and the players heading over to a packed away end, everyone singing and together. Hairs standing on end as you belt out wanderers all together in unsion.

I miss thinking this is why we do what we do.

I miss the half time queues for luke warm piss.

I miss smoke bombs and pyrotechnics.

I miss the sheer ecstasy and pandemonium when we score. Grabbing the person next to, whoever it is.

I miss topling down stairs, getting crushed under bodies or dragged off a fence by overzealous stewards.

I miss that deafening sound and segregation line charging when they score. Watchin their fans goad us and climb over netting.

I miss taking it all personally.

I miss the argy bargy afterwards, police dogs, police horses, "get back get back" being screamed by police in riot gear.

I miss the delcline in mental state throughout the day.

I miss getting home 24 hours after leaving the house.

I miss not knowing the score till dinner time the next day.

I miss feeling like death for a full week afterwards and vowing thats me done for the season

 

Fuck me I miss it. I know you all do too folks. When the next one comes, its gonna be the away day of all away days.

COYWM

spot on pal 👍      what i was looking forward to the most on the plane back from GERMANY

1 hour ago, athywhite1958 said:

It's been shared on Facebook and there are some really good comments coming back from fans from other clubs who feel the same way but couldn't write it as eloquently as you Gonzo

Guilty

2 hours ago, W.cramp said:

Nice words gonzo.

Have to admit my last game was vale away,  lost interest ,health issues etc but at the start of this season I promised myself to make an effort,  have so far watched every game (iptv w@nker) and even know who the players are again !     It's a hard watch but I,all stick with it.     

Now cant wait for some away days ,  make the most .    Will no doubt see you en route gonzo.   

 

Deffo pal. 

Kicking on 20 years since I used to stay im Bolton after match with you a Miami.

Madness.

See you on the other side x

You don’t realise how much you miss it until you read that !  God we need it back.

I think the players need the crowds, I don't think they let their standards or performance drop with the UNIBOL being there to get behind them. Never thought it would be a difference maker, but I believe in our case it is