Your stories from the carling cup weekend

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ForssAwakens

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On the way home we stopped off at a petrol station, the club bus pulled in as well.

We got all giddy and went looking for the players. They weren’t there haha.

Whilst that was happening a member of this board wife was filling up the car. Anyway the wrong fuel was put in and we had to be taken to a garage etc 🤣🤣 fricking nightmare

I had my first jazfrezi the night before in Newport and then I cleared the platform at the train station the next day.
 
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In the stadium I was sat by myself, the fan I sat next to was called Stephen Gibson

I knew it was written in the stars
 
Our Bus driver was the spitting image of Danny Mills. Stayed in Bristol the night before and drank by the fountains in the centre. Remember looking up at the scoreboard after ten minutes and seeing 2 - 0 and thinking this is it it's finally happening
 
Sitting next to Rob Nicholls in the Servicemen's Club in Cardiff, he gets up and says "need to do something, I'll be back soon". Ten minutes later and he's on the big screen in front of me being interviewed live on Sky TV in the centre circle of Millennium Stadium. Ten minutes after that he was back in his seat next to me to finish his pint!
 
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we were on the train platform at bristol and there was a large group of people, presumably Stuart Parnaby's family and friends as they all had different Parnaby shirts on!

managed to make it back to the Appletree pub for last orders too!
 
Ruined an ex-girlfriend's parents carpet by accidentally booting my pint of beer over in excitement when Job scored.

She (the girlfriend) was dead huffy about it. She was already unhappy that I wanted to watch the match in the first place so the whole win was soured slightly.

After the game I told her I was going home but actually met up with a couple of mates, got absolutely spannered and then got off with her best friend at a club later on
 
I remember we stayed over in Birmingham (via a club coach) and went out for a curry the night before - still bump into some people from there at the match occasionally.
 
After a work injury and being out of work for 3 years, on the Monday after the cup final, I was starting a new job in a new career. I ended up staying over in Bristol and having my first day off. Luckily for me, I had carried out voluntary work for this company and rang the lady in charge who smoothed everything over.

I had contacted HR at first and tried to explain and the lady on the phone asked if I would be in by 9 am. I said I was in Bristol, not Billingham - I think I was still drunk from the night before.

On the Wednesday after the win, my manager took me to a celebration for support services at the Riverside hosted by Alli Brownlee. My manager knew the Carling Cup was going to be there and I got my photo taken with it.

I've copied and pasted this story below from the 20 Years Ago Today thread but feel it is well worth sharing again. It always makes me laugh when I think about it.

I went on a coach the day before with a group of mates and stayed in a hotel outside Bristol. On arrival, there were three weddings taking place at the hotel and they had different buttonhole flowers at the reception for each wedding. Whilst booking in I helped myself to one of the flowers and told everyone that when I got changed I would go into the wedding and have something to eat before going out on the town.

The lads all gathered in the hotel bar and I was all suited and booted and was telling them my plan that I just had to match my buttonhole to the correct wedding and then go in for something to eat. It didn't take long to match my flower to the right wedding and I went in. I opened the door, spoke to one or two people and as I made my way to the buffet the fire alarm went off in the hotel and we all had to evacuate. I am looking at the food with a plate in my hand and everyone makes the way to the door. At this point, I am approached by the bride and I think I've been rumbled. 'Come on greedy she said, we all need to leave and we aren't leaving you' and then she asked me to help her with the train on her brides dress.

So as everyone is leaving and making a mad rush to the door to the muster points, I walk out slowly with the bride, carrying her train over one arm and the bride linking the other. The official photographer greets us at the door and is snapping away along with other guests. We reach our muster point and I hand her over to her new husband.

The lads all shouting 'How cheeky Charlie, get back over here' but I'm having none of it and I am now thinking I am an official guest. The photographer is making the most of having everyone outside and getting people to pose for photographs and I pose with the bride and groom, the best man and woman and both sets of parents on one photograph and then with all the bridesmaids on another.

You can imagine all their faces and expressions when they received the official photographs and asked who I was. 'I thought he was on your side of the family'. No, surely he is on yours. Who is the mystery guest? 🤣 🤣 🤣
 
We were waiting for a train at Bristol Parkway Station. We had ticket for a specific train at 11.30. When it came they wouldn't let anyone on unless they had a ticket and a seat booked.
When it pulled out there were hundreds of Boro fans left on the platform. Several more trains just went straight through the station.
Word was passed around they were going to put on a special train from Temple Meads. Lo and behold an empty train arrived about 12.30 which took us straight to Cardiff.
So I have to thank an unknown person that organised that train for all those stranded fans.
It gave me one of the best moments of my life. Watching the tears rolling down my Dad's cheeks at the end of the match.
 
Juninhoburger said:
Ruined an ex-girlfriend's parents carpet by accidentally booting my pint of beer over in excitement when Job scored.

She (the girlfriend) was dead huffy about it. She was already unhappy that I wanted to watch the match in the first place so the whole win was soured slightly.

After the game I told her I was going home but actually met up with a couple of mates, got absolutely spannered and then got off with her best friend at a club later on
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Are you still with either
 
WindyNook said:
We were waiting for a train at Bristol Parkway Station. We had ticket for a specific train at 11.30. When it came they wouldn't let anyone on unless they had a ticket and a seat booked.
When it pulled out there were hundreds of Boro fans left on the platform. Several more trains just went straight through the station.
Word was passed around they were going to put on a special train from Temple Meads. Lo and behold an empty train arrived about 12.30 which took us straight to Cardiff.
So I have to thank an unknown person that organised that train for all those stranded fans.
It gave me one of the best moments of my life. Watching the tears rolling down my Dad's cheeks at the end of the match.
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this was us too. trains kept flying through and we were s***ing it that we wouldn't get there
 
So I stupidly booked a holiday to Australia...even after we'd beaten Spurs. Not thinking we'd get there. I ended up watching in a sports bar near Bondi Beach...no one else was really that interested, nervous drinking ensued. The final whistle sounded and the barman rolled up the screen and switched off any celebrations! Massive anticlimax for me. Off I went into the night whooping! Seems I should never watch us in a final. We've lost all the others I've been at.
 
After the game me and a few mates were wandering around Cardiff trying to find a pub for a few beers. Walked into a bar where atmosphere seemed a bit flat. After a couple of minutes realised it was pretty much 100% Bolton fans. As we made our way back out one of there fans clocks me (and my head or large curly hair) and shouts "here it's Ivan Campo". Whole bar (maybe exaggerating for effect!) then breaks out into chants of "Ivan Campo, Ivan Campo". Stayed for a few beers after that. They were a sound bunch and more graceful in defeat than I would have been!
 
anth25 said:
After the game me and a few mates were wandering around Cardiff trying to find a pub for a few beers. Walked into a bar where atmosphere seemed a bit flat. After a couple of minutes realised it was pretty much 100% Bolton fans. As we made our way back out one of there fans clocks me (and my head or large curly hair) and shouts "here it's Ivan Campo". Whole bar (maybe exaggerating for effect!) then breaks out into chants of "Ivan Campo, Ivan Campo". Stayed for a few beers after that. They were a sound bunch and more graceful in defeat than I would have been!
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Love it has Ivan campo myself a few time.
 
Got ***ed in Bristol the night before with half of Boro. Shagged a 40 year old posh bird from the Cotswolds I met at our hotel bar when I got back (I was barely out my teens). Topped myself up the next morning, unbelievable day… was in bed by 8pm the night after the match 😅
 
Juninhoburger said:
Ruined an ex-girlfriend's parents carpet by accidentally booting my pint of beer over in excitement when Job scored.

She (the girlfriend) was dead huffy about it. She was already unhappy that I wanted to watch the match in the first place so the whole win was soured slightly.

After the game I told her I was going home but actually met up with a couple of mates, got absolutely spannered and then got off with her best friend at a club later on
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Did you ruin her carpet too?
 
Norman_Conquest said:
After a work injury and being out of work for 3 years, on the Monday after the cup final, I was starting a new job in a new career. I ended up staying over in Bristol and having my first day off. Luckily for me, I had carried out voluntary work for this company and rang the lady in charge who smoothed everything over.

I had contacted HR at first and tried to explain and the lady on the phone asked if I would be in by 9 am. I said I was in Bristol, not Billingham - I think I was still drunk from the night before.

On the Wednesday after the win, my manager took me to a celebration for support services at the Riverside hosted by Alli Brownlee. My manager knew the Carling Cup was going to be there and I got my photo taken with it.

I've copied and pasted this story below from the 20 Years Ago Today thread but feel it is well worth sharing again. It always makes me laugh when I think about it.

I went on a coach the day before with a group of mates and stayed in a hotel outside Bristol. On arrival, there were three weddings taking place at the hotel and they had different buttonhole flowers at the reception for each wedding. Whilst booking in I helped myself to one of the flowers and told everyone that when I got changed I would go into the wedding and have something to eat before going out on the town.

The lads all gathered in the hotel bar and I was all suited and booted and was telling them my plan that I just had to match my buttonhole to the correct wedding and then go in for something to eat. It didn't take long to match my flower to the right wedding and I went in. I opened the door, spoke to one or two people and as I made my way to the buffet the fire alarm went off in the hotel and we all had to evacuate. I am looking at the food with a plate in my hand and everyone makes the way to the door. At this point, I am approached by the bride and I think I've been rumbled. 'Come on greedy she said, we all need to leave and we aren't leaving you' and then she asked me to help her with the train on her brides dress.

So as everyone is leaving and making a mad rush to the door to the muster points, I walk out slowly with the bride, carrying her train over one arm and the bride linking the other. The official photographer greets us at the door and is snapping away along with other guests. We reach our muster point and I hand her over to her new husband.

The lads all shouting 'How cheeky Charlie, get back over here' but I'm having none of it and I am now thinking I am an official guest. The photographer is making the most of having everyone outside and getting people to pose for photographs and I pose with the bride and groom, the best man and woman and both sets of parents on one photograph and then with all the bridesmaids on another.

You can imagine all their faces and expressions when they received the official photographs and asked who I was. 'I thought he was on your side of the family'. No, surely he is on yours. Who is the mystery guest? 🤣 🤣 🤣
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So good I read it twice Norman. Are you sure you haven't made an appearance on Would I Lie To You?
 
After getting off the bus and soaking up the atmosphere and sunshine outside the stadium someone walked past and one of our group recognised him.
He stopped to chat and talk about the upcoming match etc, it was horse racing commentator Derek Thompson who from Stockton. Was a nice bloke and was looking forward to a boro victory
 
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