Ticket stub memories

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One of the best things about going to your mum’s house is rummaging through all your old crap that she’s been wanting you to get rid of for years. During one recent salvage operation in my Mum’s loft I managed to recover a load of old match tickets, a get well soon card from the 1994 Watford Team, an Italia 1990 Ferrari Testarossa, and a letter from Glenn Roeder. Admittedly, these were not the items taking up the most space, but you have to start somewhere, and what a start it was. I’ll probably write about all of these items at some point, but it was the match tickets in particular that I most enjoyed finding.

Sheff Wed WatfordSome people buy a match programme at every game as their keep sake. I have a fairly solid collection of 1990′s Watford programmes myself – who doesn’t – but after a while I decided they were too expensive, and the content was often awful. In terms of banking some nostalgia, my old tickets have proved to be a more reliable currency, prompting vivid memories of my travels to watch football. Take this one (left) from a 3rd round cup replay at Hillsborough. This is my equivalent of a grizzled Soldier’s flashback to a particularly brutal tour of duty. It was a midweek fixture in early January; the match went to extra time and penalties, which Watford lost. We were quite late getting out of the stadium and back to the train station, but still had enough time to catch our train.

However, when we got back the station, we learned that the train we were planning to get back did  not exist, at least not until the Spring timetable started. The station was about to close until the morning. It was fucking freezing, and I was not dressed appropriately for the weather. It was only then that the true horror of the situation hit home. Me and my mate spent the next five hours huddled in a bus shelter. I’m not sure how we survived, but it was a long night. Probably the longest I have ever known. At our lowest points I think we both contemplated killing each other for food and clothes, I know I did. I suffered for you that night, Watford. I swore to myself I’d never be that cold, or stupid, again.

But, I was. I did the same thing in Blackburn a few years later when I couldn’t get back to Leeds after a midweek game. I had to catch the last train to Manchester instead and kip on my mate’s sofa. Lucky break, really. Sheffield was rough, but a night in Blackburn  looked like it would do irreparable damage to my soul. Look at this ticket though, it’s a rare beauty:

Blackburn Watford

The ghostly image of Souness lurking in the background, pointing to an unknown player – “have you got a problem?” – he seems to be asking, and I don’t think he means it in a ‘can I help’ sort of way.

IMAG0581_1There are matches that take on greater personal significance over time. For example, I’d almost forgotten that I saw Watford play the European Champions  at Old Trafford. Obviously we were horrifically beaten, but with hindsight, going down 4-1 to one of the finest midfields in the world at the time wasn’t too bad. And, most importantly, there was that ‘one’ in the scoreline. Despite being reduced to ten men, Watford managed to thump in a consolation goal,  and although I was among home fans, I couldn’t contain  ‘FUCKING YES!’ from escaping my lips as ball thwacked net. Not that anyone could hear me, three miles up, orbiting the Earth from the top tier of the North Stand.

On a less grand scale, Bradford City v Watford is one of those run of the mill fixtures you look at without a second glance until you read the words ‘FA CARLING PREMIERSHIP’ on the ticket. Great time to be alive, the 1999-2000 season.

Prestigious internationals

IMAG0579_1England v Albania probably isn’t a fixture that screams ‘night to remember’, unless it happened to be your first trip to Wembley. Some people will try to tell you that the old Wembley was a disgusting, decaying embarrassment of a stadium, with walkways overflowing with piss and seats several hundred metres away from the pitch. Lies, all lies. The old Wembley that I remember from this mid week fixture was magnificent.

I was blown away by the size of the stadium, and sight of the brilliant green pitch under floodlights. The fact that England knocked in five without reply probably helped to sustain my interest too (Gazza scored his first international goal). This was a family outing, we all went, and it was wonderful. 

On enemy ground

Scattered among my tickets are some of the more random games I’d almost forgotten I attended, like Spurs v Sheffield Wednesday at the back end of the 1993-94 season. I went to this game with my dad, an Arsenal fan. Now, I generally welcome any opportunity reminisce on memories of going to football with my Dad, but we really must have been desperate for something to do on this particular Saturday. This was early enough in the Premier League era that you could still look at the London fixtures, choose a game, and pay at the gate on the day. And, we weren’t the only ones taking in a match on enemy territory. One of the two things I recall from this game  is that the guy in the seat in front of us was a West Ham fan; the other is Ronnie Rosenthal making his Spurs debut. He scored, and Spurs lost.

IMAG0573_1On a related theme of enemy grounds, I was unlucky enough to be at Kenilworth Road for one of Luton Town’s most famous FA Cup nights, when they defeated Kevin Keegan’s Newcastle 2-0 in a replay (the young John Hartson scored one of them).  I went to this game with one of my dad’s mates, a Newcastle fan, thinking we’d be in the away end. I was wrong. Just thinking about the bedlam ensued following both Luton goals makes me shudder. A dark night.

IMAG0583_1There are plenty of others. Italy v Russia at Anfield during Euro 96 - the only game Sacchi’s team won during the tournament; Sheffield United away in 1994, when the guy in front of  me took the full impact of a meat pie on the back of the head, and I was struck in the face by a bit of meat jelly shrapnel; and, a 3rd round cup tie at West Ham, when the home side were sponsored by Dagenham Motors, which is who they should always be sponsored by, really.

Lots of great times, and some bad ones, but even the bad ones were kind of great. And the morale of this post is: don’t throw stuff your old football stuff away, leave it at your mum’s house to be rediscovered many years later. Or: those print at home barcode tickets are rubbish.

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6 Responses to Ticket stub memories

  1. urzz1871 says:

    Alas, blogs like this just remind me of what I’ve lost – about 20 years’ worth of Reading memorabilia in four cardboard boxes, going back to 1976, that was in the loft of my old house. Fractious divorces and preserving stuff like that just don’t go together….

  2. Claire says:

    England vs Albania … Wembley was breathtakingly magnificent. It was all so easy then – I believe we just parked on a side street. I have that ticket too and fond memories of a wonderful night. And Gary scored a hat-trick …

  3. Nick says:

    I’ve got plenty of tickets too, and it’s good to see you’ve got a few of the same; post that Bradford game, I phoned up 606 to complain about Alcock, only to be patronised & cut off by Littlejohn.

    That United game- all square up to 38 (?) minutes, when they switched it on and destroyed us. That was the beginning of the capitulation that season for me – we’d competed well everywhere else, but not been swatted aside with such ease…..

  4. Sarah says:

    Printing off a barcode ticket could never match the excitement of standing in a long queue and coming away clutching 2 tickets in your hand, or opening the post at breakfast time to discover you have been sent what you asked for.

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  6. I was at that match at Ewood Park in 2000. Strangely enough, it’s cheaper to get in now than 14 years ago. Can’t remember how Rovers and your boys fared, but we got promoted. At least you manage to shift our old player – Lucas Neill – pretty quickly. Here’s a story I wrote at the time about Souness punishing him for his mistimed tackle which broke Jamie Carragher’s leg. http://www.rovingmick.com/tall-stories/anger-management/

    Enjoyed your blog and best wishes

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