The most drunk you have been at a football match.
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I remember being very drunk at a pre-season friendly in which a friends brother was playing in goal. For some stupid reason in a moment of drunken madness I stood up and shouted out very loud something that I have regretted ever since. Total silence struck the entire stand (if not entire ground). Thankfully the violence didn't kick off.
I've been very wary of drinking to much in stadiums ever since.
I've been very wary of drinking to much in stadiums ever since.
moose
like some cat from Japan
Torpedo Moscow away, 1992. Stayed in the monumental Moskva hotel in Red Square. The only food available in the hotel was sausages, but champagne was $1 per bottle, vodka $1 a bottle. Being veggie, I just had the booze for breakfast, dinner and tea for 4 days. Out of around 200 of us who made the trip, a quarter never got to the stadium and could barely remember their own names. My dad has the video off the telly, and you can clearly see me lying on the terrace steps, incapable of standing 
Just remembered Boston away a few years back. Picked up at 6am by a transit full of the lads and immediately handed a warm can of Blackthorn. It went downhill from there. I have vague memories of most people being thrown out for various reasons and myself shoving a mouthy steward at one point and being surrounded by cops telling me to calm down. Ended up watching the game with a hand over one eye as I was seeing double and there were 44 players on the pitch.
Left the game and found the rest of them and decided to have one more for the road. Chose one of the roughest pubs I've ever seen and that was just the decoration as it was empty. Fatally as we walked in the barmaid shouts "every drinks a quid", turns out the place was being closed for refurbishment in a few days and they wanted to empty the barrels. I remember her asking me how Rovers got on before I'd said anything and me asking her how she knew we were Gas. Her reply was that the local fans wouldn't drink there so it was obvious.
Ended up in there for another couple of hours with what seemed like all of Boston's police outside the pub waiting to escort us out of town and have little recollection of the journey home.
Apart from my emergency stop request on the side of the motorway.
Left the game and found the rest of them and decided to have one more for the road. Chose one of the roughest pubs I've ever seen and that was just the decoration as it was empty. Fatally as we walked in the barmaid shouts "every drinks a quid", turns out the place was being closed for refurbishment in a few days and they wanted to empty the barrels. I remember her asking me how Rovers got on before I'd said anything and me asking her how she knew we were Gas. Her reply was that the local fans wouldn't drink there so it was obvious.
Ended up in there for another couple of hours with what seemed like all of Boston's police outside the pub waiting to escort us out of town and have little recollection of the journey home.
Apart from my emergency stop request on the side of the motorway.
ringo
Macaroni cheese controller
Barnet Vs Brighton a few years back about 8 of us started in the pub at 11 & dropped pills on the way into the game. Just about managed to get into the ground and into the away stand behind one goal, then mate 1 pulled out a sheet of blotters and handed them out. Mate 2 couldn't quite focus and ate a sheet of 5 tabs. By half time they were stood on their seats firing pretend guns at the attacking forwards. Mate 3 tried to go to the toilet and went into the Police control room by mistake.
By now the Brighton hard lads had clocked us and spent the rest of the day trying to decide if we were funny or needed a kicking. Eventually they told us we were only getting away with it 'cos we were Brighton and we'd made them laugh.
We skinned up on the tube with scared punters dragging their kids away from us as we bounced off the walls. Afterwards there was a benefit of some kind in a local pub with Atila The Stockbroker organising poetry etc. As some poor bloke nervously read his poem about the beautiful game mate 3 stood up and announced this was "f**king care in the community" and walked out. I think it was about then we were told to leave.
By now the Brighton hard lads had clocked us and spent the rest of the day trying to decide if we were funny or needed a kicking. Eventually they told us we were only getting away with it 'cos we were Brighton and we'd made them laugh.
We skinned up on the tube with scared punters dragging their kids away from us as we bounced off the walls. Afterwards there was a benefit of some kind in a local pub with Atila The Stockbroker organising poetry etc. As some poor bloke nervously read his poem about the beautiful game mate 3 stood up and announced this was "f**king care in the community" and walked out. I think it was about then we were told to leave.
moose
like some cat from Japan
I have to add that non-league football has been a revelation, with whole new levels of drunkenness being achieved. The pleasure of being able to drink on the terrace (or stand next to a makeshift bar erected next to the corner flag in some grounds) whilst your lads do the business on the pitch cannot be over-emphasised! 
jesus, you were impossible that night
Hartlepool United away, last game of the 2006/07 season. We needed to win to make the play offs after a frankly unlikely sequence of results had seen us rise from midtable obscurity at Easter.
Collected at silly o'clock in the morning in Bristol,mates had a shitload of Strongbow in the car and we started as soon as we hit the M32. By the time we stopped for breakfast somewhere in Leicestershire we were steaming and the staff at McDonalds politely asked us to take the booze outside.
Clearly by the time we hit the north east coast I was in a state of advanced confusion the like of which I had rarely experienced. Safely ensconced in some Labour club or other next to the ground the Shepton Mallett posse rolled in in an even worse state than we were.
Fast forward to the end of the game and we were 1-1 and in dire need of a goal with but seconds of the season remaining. I'd sobered up slightly and was gently crapping myself as the ball was centred and His Holiness Rickie Lambert got his napper on the end of the cross to send the packed away end totally fucking apeshit. I was bouncing so hard on the back of the seat in front of me it snapped off and hit the small boy who had been occupying it full in the back The look on his face told me he'd barely felt a thing though
We later encountered the Shepton boys again on the way home, discovering one of them had been chucked out twice and simply walked back in again afterwards. We last saw them bouncing up and down on the roof of their hired minibus in a car park somewhere in the midlands.
Great day out, even better ones followed at Lincoln and Wembley
Collected at silly o'clock in the morning in Bristol,mates had a shitload of Strongbow in the car and we started as soon as we hit the M32. By the time we stopped for breakfast somewhere in Leicestershire we were steaming and the staff at McDonalds politely asked us to take the booze outside.
Clearly by the time we hit the north east coast I was in a state of advanced confusion the like of which I had rarely experienced. Safely ensconced in some Labour club or other next to the ground the Shepton Mallett posse rolled in in an even worse state than we were.
Fast forward to the end of the game and we were 1-1 and in dire need of a goal with but seconds of the season remaining. I'd sobered up slightly and was gently crapping myself as the ball was centred and His Holiness Rickie Lambert got his napper on the end of the cross to send the packed away end totally fucking apeshit. I was bouncing so hard on the back of the seat in front of me it snapped off and hit the small boy who had been occupying it full in the back
The look on his face told me he'd barely felt a thing though We later encountered the Shepton boys again on the way home, discovering one of them had been chucked out twice and simply walked back in again afterwards. We last saw them bouncing up and down on the roof of their hired minibus in a car park somewhere in the midlands.
Great day out, even better ones followed at Lincoln and Wembley
