It's only football...Twice for me.
Elland Road 1980......the night Hammers beat us in the semi final replay.
I cried like a baby after the game......to this day the vision of Lampard pere dancing round the corner flag haunts me in my bad dreams
Wimbledon Day 1994......I don't know if it was tears of joy or just sheer relief but I sat in the Bullens, just where it meets the Street and cried me a river that day.
I was 12 years old that day and recall this vividly.....assuming it was the same bloke. My dad and I were queuing patiently to get in and this ticketless guy was scaling the fence to join us. Trouble was, the fence overhung a drop of dizzying (at least to my young eyes) height and had barbed wire. He was trying to cock his leg over the jutting fence whilst dangling over this drop. Quite a few people thought he's be a goner if he'd fallen. I had to move forward in the queue before I saw whether he got in or not. Fast forward a few hours and the match is under way. Dad and I in our seats up in the top tier near the tunnel end (we had most of wembley allocated to us that day) and who appears beside us in the aisle but the guy himself. Dad asked him if he hurt himself whilst getting over the railings. He replied that he was OK but had ripped his leg on the barbed wire. Wasn't satisfied with gaining entry however....he wanted to get down the far end where the bulk of the Everton fans were. After a brief chat with us he was off trying to get there. If it's the same bloke, hats off to a true (if slightly crazy!) blue.
I was furious in the ground, i was so angry the Wembley stewards came ovre and had a word! It was outside when it all sunk in, what we had actually done, and how the RS would crow about it for months and months! It more or less broke me that! I didnt go to anothe rgame for a couple of years!
