This isn't going to be another "I was at Barnet" type thread, is it?Abiding memory from that night was getting back to my car soaked (as it was pissing down) with my passengers Basil Robbie & 3 others who odly I can't exactly recall who they were , Could've been Straighters , Hertford Pete & Fleetwood BlacK ????? As I drove out in the traffic windows down due to condensation The CD player started belting out RAT TRAP by the Boomtown Rats . The car literally bounced down the road back to the M1. IF you were in my car that night please remind me .
No of course not but I was there and like Seasideforever it was one of the best nights of my life.This isn't going to be another "I was at Barnet" type thread, is it?
I don't even remember it raining. The one abiding memory I do have about off the pitch issues is that they were selling coach trips for the final.In one of the best nights of football in the history of the football club- your abiding memory is being wet because it rained! Jesus wept!
It was spitting a bit on the way back to the car but nothing of note.I don't even remember it raining. The one abiding memory I do have about off the pitch issues is that they were selling coach trips for the final.
Non football memories was of the moody atmosphere around the ground. I’m sure it would have been intimidating for some.I don't even remember it raining. The one abiding memory I do have about off the pitch issues is that they were selling coach trips for the final.
RAT TRAP is the memory & the car rocking to it like Del & Rodney when the Watch got valued at Sotherbys. Hearing RAT TRAP now takes me back to that nightIn one of the best nights of football in the history of the football club- your abiding memory is being wet because it rained! Jesus wept!
I was definitely with you Ian, but I don't remember anyone else being there.Abiding memory from that night was getting back to my car soaked (as it was pissing down) with my passengers Basil Robbie & 3 others who odly I can't exactly recall who they were , Could've been Straighters , Hertford Pete & Fleetwood BlacK ????? As I drove out in the traffic windows down due to condensation The CD player started belting out RAT TRAP by the Boomtown Rats . The car literally bounced down the road back to the M1. IF you were in my car that night please remind me .
I don’t remember it raining either…..but it was so cramped in that away end I was probably sweating cobs so maybe it wasI don't even remember it raining. The one abiding memory I do have about off the pitch issues is that they were selling coach trips for the final.
Are you sure the florists fans didn’t throw you in the River Trent…….they were certainly famous for it in the pastAbiding memory from that night was getting back to my car soaked (as it was pissing down) with my passengers Basil Robbie & 3 others who odly I can't exactly recall who they were , Could've been Straighters , Hertford Pete & Fleetwood BlacK ????? As I drove out in the traffic windows down due to condensation The CD player started belting out RAT TRAP by the Boomtown Rats . The car literally bounced down the road back to the M1. IF you were in my car that night please remind me .
Although it has all now fallen into a bit of a haze, the one lasting memory most clearly etched in my mind is of Dobbie running to the Pool fans in the second half of the match (maybe in celebration of one of our goals, or perhaps as a reaction to the sound of the final whistle being blown - I really don't know), and, as he reached the perimeter fence, he turned around, and as he continued to progress in a sidewards direction with his back to us, I recall how he began to reach backwards over both shoulders, and, with his arms cocked at an angle, started pointing with his thumbs, in a rhythmic, stabbing motion, at what I took to be his name emblazoned on the back of his shirt. He looked to be so caught up (as we all were, of course) in the momentous nature of the events of which he was such a key part, it was as though he was almost lost in the euphoria of what was unfolding.I was as anxious as an anxious person who's extremely anxious. When they scored I said, "that's it, the floodgates will open." And yet, we got to half time and I thought, "OK, no floodgates." However, it wasn't until Dobbs came on in place of Brett that we really started to motor.
I'm sure it didn't rain that night... it certainly didn't piss it down, apart from the tears of joy.Abiding memory from that night was getting back to my car soaked (as it was pissing down) with my passengers Basil Robbie & 3 others who odly I can't exactly recall who they were , Could've been Straighters , Hertford Pete & Fleetwood BlacK ????? As I drove out in the traffic windows down due to condensation The CD player started belting out RAT TRAP by the Boomtown Rats . The car literally bounced down the road back to the M1. IF you were in my car that night please remind me .
Yes. When the teams came out, it was as loud as any crowd I've ever heard, but they got quieter and quieter as the evening went on.Non football memories was of the moody atmosphere around the ground. I’m sure it would have been intimidating for some.
I was going to say that it was the loudest goal cheer I've ever heard whilst watching Pool, and I've been on most grounds in England watching us. I was sat on the back row of the stand, and stood cheering for our goals. The two lads on either side of me were jumping up and down on their seats everytime we scored, using my shoulders to steady themselves, but I didn't mind a bit. The thing I remember most about it was wondering what the score was as our goals were flying in. In my mind, it seemed way more than a 4-3 win.When they scored their first , That was the loudest gutterel roar ive ever heard for a goal , Wembley included
It was after he scored that he pointed to his name on the back of the shirt.Although it has all now fallen into a bit of a haze, the one lasting memory most clearly etched in my mind is of Dobbie running to the Pool fans in the second half of the match (maybe in celebration of one of our goals, or perhaps as a reaction to the sound of the final whistle being blown - I really don't know), and, as he reached the perimeter fence, he turned around, and as he continued to progress in a sidewards direction with his back to us, I recall how he began to reach backwards over both shoulders, and, with his arms cocked at an angle, started pointing with his thumbs, in a rhythmic, stabbing motion, at what I took to be his name emblazoned on the back of his shirt. He looked to be so caught up (as we all were, of course) in the momentous nature of the events of which he was such a key part, it was as though he was almost lost in the euphoria of what was unfolding.
'Memorable' doesn't even come close to describing what we all witnessed that night.