Interpol Shrimper
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Further to the Pub thread "Most toe-curling moment" I thought I'd create a specific one related to your time as a Southend United fan.
I've got 3 actually.
First one is when I almost fell out of the front row of the South Upper after Mike Marsh's 92nd minute winner against Ipswich in 1996. As I was living in Ipswich at the time and had just suffered a month of work colleagues winding me up about how they were going to put at least 3 goals past us my celebration was somewhat exuberant. Lets just say I was prevented from a nasty injury by the quick thinking of my dad who caught me just as gravity was about to take hold!
Second one, away at Reading in 96/97 after Boere's 2nd goal. For some reason in my memory (more of that later) I thought we had drawn this game but checking back it was actually a 3-2 defeat. Anyway, it was our last visit to Elm Park and we took a decent number of away fans down there despite our procarious league position at the time. For those who don't remember the old away-end at Reading was a fairly large open terrace. Boere equalised just after HT, but then Reading pretty much went down the other end and scored to make it 2-1. We then took control of the game (both on the ptich & on the terraces) and it only seemed a matter of time before we scored again but it took 10 or so minutes to breakthrough. Cue, utter mental celebrations amongst the band of travelling Shrimpers. However, in my haste to surge to the front of the terrace my trailing leg decided to take a liking to one of the crush barriers. I'm going to exaggerate a bit but from my perspective it seemed as if people were running over my head. 5 minutes of pain later I realised nothing was broken but I was just composing myself when that big Iron Trevor Morley scored again for Reading. Cue in my frustration a well aimed kick at the aforementioned barrier, and again I came off worse, this time breaking my toe! :(
Third one & probably my most shameful one was in the evening after the first LDV final! My parents had come down with me & the Mrs & our 2 friends. However after a heavy night on the Saturday, my Mrs decided she wasn't up for coming out for another night drinking. After our meal we were in a pub just around the corner from the MillStad and got talking to a couple of Southend fans. After about 5 minutes of not being able to participate in the conversation (and for my Mum this is probably a World Record as she's a bit of a chatterbox) she decided to pipe up "He is from Southend, you know, even though he hasn't lived there for years". Aaaaaaarrrrrrrggggggghhhh. Suffice to say this was a bit of a conversation killer so I just made my excuses and left them to it.
So, any stories you maybe want to confess to and add to the SUFC Hall of Shame?
I've got 3 actually.
First one is when I almost fell out of the front row of the South Upper after Mike Marsh's 92nd minute winner against Ipswich in 1996. As I was living in Ipswich at the time and had just suffered a month of work colleagues winding me up about how they were going to put at least 3 goals past us my celebration was somewhat exuberant. Lets just say I was prevented from a nasty injury by the quick thinking of my dad who caught me just as gravity was about to take hold!
Second one, away at Reading in 96/97 after Boere's 2nd goal. For some reason in my memory (more of that later) I thought we had drawn this game but checking back it was actually a 3-2 defeat. Anyway, it was our last visit to Elm Park and we took a decent number of away fans down there despite our procarious league position at the time. For those who don't remember the old away-end at Reading was a fairly large open terrace. Boere equalised just after HT, but then Reading pretty much went down the other end and scored to make it 2-1. We then took control of the game (both on the ptich & on the terraces) and it only seemed a matter of time before we scored again but it took 10 or so minutes to breakthrough. Cue, utter mental celebrations amongst the band of travelling Shrimpers. However, in my haste to surge to the front of the terrace my trailing leg decided to take a liking to one of the crush barriers. I'm going to exaggerate a bit but from my perspective it seemed as if people were running over my head. 5 minutes of pain later I realised nothing was broken but I was just composing myself when that big Iron Trevor Morley scored again for Reading. Cue in my frustration a well aimed kick at the aforementioned barrier, and again I came off worse, this time breaking my toe! :(
Third one & probably my most shameful one was in the evening after the first LDV final! My parents had come down with me & the Mrs & our 2 friends. However after a heavy night on the Saturday, my Mrs decided she wasn't up for coming out for another night drinking. After our meal we were in a pub just around the corner from the MillStad and got talking to a couple of Southend fans. After about 5 minutes of not being able to participate in the conversation (and for my Mum this is probably a World Record as she's a bit of a chatterbox) she decided to pipe up "He is from Southend, you know, even though he hasn't lived there for years". Aaaaaaarrrrrrrggggggghhhh. Suffice to say this was a bit of a conversation killer so I just made my excuses and left them to it.
So, any stories you maybe want to confess to and add to the SUFC Hall of Shame?
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