Worst Away Day you've done


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Flipping the other thread on its head, what's the worst away experience you've had.

Not in terms of result but the overall day. For me it was Everton away in 2017 under Simon Grayson in the League Cup. Travelled down by myself on a dry supporters bus, lost 3-0 and may as well not have showed up.

Everton won in first gear and there was about 400 SAFC fans down. Just an absolute waste of time from start to finish and one of those proper 'what am I doing with my life' kinda nights.
Grimsby away. Car was wrecked but I wanted to get there. Was with a lass. Car spun and she went mad but I carried on. Dropped it in a garage. Got in. Getting pissed on not covered. Terrible day. Penalty conceded. New signing Harford sent off. Game over. Car written off. Thumbed it home. Lass packed me in. Rightly so.
Boro away Xmas 86.

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Aye that was mad like. Was that the night game ?
 
Grimsby away. Car was wrecked but I wanted to get there. Was with a lass. Car spun and she went mad but I carried on. Dropped it in a garage. Got in. Getting pissed on not covered. Terrible day. Penalty conceded. New signing Harford sent off. Game over. Car written off. Thumbed it home. Lass packed me in. Rightly so.

Aye that was mad like. Was that the night game ?
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Grimsby away. Car was wrecked but I wanted to get there. Was with a lass. Car spun and she went mad but I carried on. Dropped it in a garage. Got in. Getting pissed on not covered. Terrible day. Penalty conceded. New signing Harford sent off. Game over. Car written off. Thumbed it home. Lass packed me in. Rightly so.

Aye that was mad like. Was that the night game ?
It was day after a Boxing Day . But there was a night match in the league cup as bad
 
The obvious one 5-1 against them. Horrendous.

The 2-0 against them under Keane. Evans and Bardsley both injured, mcshane let Owen get a free run and header 4 mins in. I was seriously hungover too.

Everton 5-0 Boxing Day 1999 & 7-1 November 2007. Haven’t been back to goodison since.

West Brom 2009 under Sbragia, Christ almighty.

was at all them apart from everton on boxing day. a lad in front of us was crying at the end of the west brom game

5-0 defeat at chelsea under keane was a bad one as well. on the way back there was a problem on the underground so we had to walk to the next stop and it was pissing down
 
Preston 06/07

3-0 down after half an hour, lost 4-1 and then got back to where we'd parked the car to find they'd crammed in as many cars as possible and we couldn't get out for over an hour. bastards.
 
Blackburn in the PL, midweek, swapped my shifts to go, lost my tickets, had to buy them again, travelled on a dry bus full of absolute goons and we got beat 2-0.

Trains every week from then on.
 
PNE at Deepdale just after Keane had took over. 3-0 down (Dichio scored) we got a free kick in front of our fans on the edge of the box and Dean Whitehead smashed it into the wall. I rightfully voiced my frustration only to be met with a cry behind me of “get off his back man” in quite a broad Geordie accent. I turned round to argue the point and made the fatal mistake of calling another lads fan purely based on his accent a mag ****. Turns out the lads in question were Boldon lads and after a good riving about and a sore side of the face I was put firmly in my rightful place ha. Best thing about the whole situation was one of the lads I came down on the bus with calmly put his glasses on after taking them out of his pocket as the initial words were exchanged. He was however sat there without them watching the match. Long bus ride home with a tanned cheek ha.
 
West Brom away under Sbragia
MK Dons at the National Hockey Stadium, open end and it pissed it down, was midweek after Milwall beat us in the Semi Final.
Leicester in 2001, Akinbyi scored after going about 500 games without a goal. Was the early Saturday kick off on sky and we never turned up.
Preston away under Keane. Lost 4-1 and for some reason me and my mates went with ALS. Some young lad was hanging out the top of the bus on the way back. We got pulled over by the Police and had to stop for ages. Hungover as fuck.
 
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Second replay against Leeds at Boothferry Park. I've witnessed a few hidings in my time but this was the most obviously bent game I've ever attended.

"The penalty decision was hotly disputed both at the time and afterwards, as Peter Lorimer recalled in his autobiography. “Don said out of the blue: ‘If anybody gets anywhere near the box, get down.’ Jimmy Greenhoff, who was quick when he was in full flight, set off on one of his jinking runs and was fully five yards outside the penalty area when he was brought down. By the time he had stumbled, fallen and rolled over a couple of times he was inside the box, and the referee, Ken Stokes, pointed to the spot so quickly that it was almost embarrassing … This was at a time when there was a lot of talk about referees being got at. I am not saying that Stokes was, but the issue begged close examination. Firstly, why did Revie issue that ‘dive’ instruction and, secondly, why did Stokes award a penalty that so clearly was not? Lots of things were happening in football that simply did not add up, and this was just another of those … Mulhall is to this day quite irate about the situation. The Sunderland old boys are 100 per cent sure that this was not a straight game. As players, you never know … I remember thinking in the dressing room after that game, ‘That was a funny statement of Don’s.’ Maybe he thought that Ken had not so far given a penalty and might do so at the next debatable incident, maybe there were other factors.”
 
Barnsley 3-0.
After just being relegated from the Prem I wasn't overly confident about our chances of bouncing right back, but a 3-0 loss vs a newly promoted Barnsley in August shot any confidence out of me if I did have any.

Lincoln 2-0.
Having to walk the entire length of the stadium to get to where the away buses park whilst listening to f***ing Lincoln(!) fans goading us was awful.

Fleetwood.
Shithole, shit football, and Joey Barton.
 
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Grimsby twice. The 5 minute abandonment (horror drive down A1) and the pathetic Buxton surrender (followed by bus sitting outside cop station for over an hour waiting for one of the lads on our bus).
 
charlton away when they were playing at selhurst park. i was on my honeymoon and sort of abandoned my new mrs in london to go to the game. we got beat-might have been at least 1-0. missed the first half and still get grief for it 28 years later.
 
Stoke away as a Wolves lad. I was literally about 11 with my mate. Stoke raided the pub and bottled my old man while he was playing pool with us kids. Ended up in A/E
waiting for me old man to get stitched up. Naughty 40 shitesters. Got my own back in the bad old days.
Horrible that. Every stoke fan I have met (1) has been a ****. My experience of away games at Victoria Ground is that they are all *****.
 
Late 80s, can't remember the exact year, West Ham on a Tuesday night. Made a last minute decision to go. Me and a pal got the overnight bus down, arrived about 6:30am iirc. Spent the day wandering around London with not much money. Got over to West Ham about half five because we didn't know exactly where it was. Very dodgy place, so we got ourselves into this pie shop and lingered as long as we could. Got in the ground at 6:30, feeling pleased with ourselves having made it. We got beat 8-1... Three different keepers on the night, including Beardsley. Hardly anyone down, but a canny few London mags. Walking back to the tube afterwards a few lads set about us. A minor scuffle before the police chased them off. Made our way back to Victoria for the night bus and we had a long hungry journey home. Nee money left, got off at Durham and walked back to Stanley. About a day and a half of mostly misery. Still, didn't stop us going again.
 
For me it was two trips to London but I never saw the game. First was April 1984, and we were playing West Ham away. I was living in the NE and arranged to go down to London for the weekend with my girlfriend (now my wife!), booked the train tickets and the hotel, and rang my mate who lived in London to arrange going to the match. I also arranged for his girlfriend to take mine shopping while we went to the match. Stupidly, I had not shared these extra-curricular activities with the Boss, and when I did on the day before we were to travel, she point blank refused to go! So, in the end, we went to London, but I didn't go to the match - I spent the afternoon at London Zoo instead. And, of course, the Lads won 1-0! Still, we had a good night in Covent Garden with my mate and his girlfriend.

Fast forward to November 1985, and she-who-must-be-obeyed was flying out to Australia with her mother to visit her brothers. They were flying out of Heathrow on a Saturday evening and the Lads just happened to be playing Fulham that day. I volunteered to drive them down, on the proviso that we set off early and I would just drop them at the airport, go to the match and then come back to wave them off at about 8pm - surprisingly this was agreed to! Unfortunately, my brother-in-law-to-be in Oz was excited about them coming over and, forgetting the time difference, rang his mother at about 3:00am. No mobile phones in those days, so she jumped out of bed, but fell down the stairs and cracked her head open. She got rushed to Queen Elizabeth Hospital in Gateshead and they patched her up. They said she could still fly, but she had to rest for a few hours before she could travel - so that was my plan to go to Fulham out the window, but I still had to drive them down as no travel had been arranged! And guess what - Sunderland won 2-1.
Late 80s, can't remember the exact year, West Ham on a Tuesday night. Made a last minute decision to go. Me and a pal got the overnight bus down, arrived about 6:30am iirc. Spent the day wandering around London with not much money. Got over to West Ham about half five because we didn't know exactly where it was. Very dodgy place, so we got ourselves into this pie shop and lingered as long as we could. Got in the ground at 6:30, feeling pleased with ourselves having made it. We got beat 8-1... Three different keepers on the night, including Beardsley. Hardly anyone down, but a canny few London mags. Walking back to the tube afterwards a few lads set about us. A minor scuffle before the police chased them off. Made our way back to Victoria for the night bus and we had a long hungry journey home. Nee money left, got off at Durham and walked back to Stanley. About a day and a half of mostly misery. Still, didn't stop us going again.
April 21st 1986 - oh I remember it well, Alvin Martin hat-trick! :lol::lol:
 
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