It was an evening game against Chelsea. It was pissing with rain and the wind was blowing the water in under the roof. At half time we were 2 down and the second half was only going to go one way... I thought, "Fúck this for a game of tin soldiers" and fúcked off.
I was tucked up nice and warm at home with a glass of something in hand inside an hour.
I REGRET NOTHING!
When were you a bad football supporrter? Confess, you monster! Get it off your chest.
I've only left two games early but only five minutes at most before the end and one I went back in
1 Leeds (h) Dec 1993 - the last throes of George's time, Vince "Coco the ****" Bartram in goal. Phil Masinga double. PHIL MASINGA ffs
2 Bayern Munich (a) Feb 2005 In the old Olympic Stadium, about -20 and we were three nil down. My mate was whining like a little bitch about the cold so we decided to leave. Just about to go down the steps at the back of stand when there was a roar, went back to see who had go their fourth but in fact Kolo was celebrating
Of course, there are quite a few matches in our Il Bacio days when I might as well have not gone, so little of the games did I recall
“Other clubs never came into my thoughts once I knew Arsenal wanted to sign me.”
Remember when the police used to divide Tottenham High Road in two - Arsenal down one side and Spurs down the other? I once walked out of WHL with my mate and as we left the stadium we realised that somehow we'd ended up on the wrong side of the road.
The abuse I hurled at Arsenal fans that day had to be heard to be believed
Did you not give yourself away by speaking a language recognisable as English, h?
I once watched us come back from 0-2 down in the Cup from the North Bank of Upton Park. When Merse equalised I jumped in the air and, just as a cheer was about to escape my lips, I managed to strangle it so that it ended up sounding something like 'YEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAOUUUUUCUUUUNTTT!'
I still got some fúcking iffy looks.
I got lucky at Boro - similar situation but my red 'n white scarf was like a lot of theirs and, thank feck, I didn't wear any silkies that day. A few got picked off on the way to the station simply because of their silkies - they just didn't do them.