Suffolk Shrimper In Dorset
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Probably been done before this but can't be fussed to look through all 7,000 pages. Anyway, my effort:
Hereford v SUFC FACup Round 1 early '80's
Studying in Plymouth at the time so travelled from there. Left house in Plympton at 7am 6 miles out from train station, started to cycle but got puncture after a mile. Ran home with bike and hitched lift to Station. Met some fellow SUFC fans at Newport, had a few beers with them in Hereford and then watched us lose 3-1. The day then took a turn for the worse.
Went from Hereford station to Newport, then train failure at Bristol Parkway meant a second change of train to Bristol Temple Meads. Third train as far as Taunton, then fourth to Exeter and then on fifth another failure and shunted to Newton Abbot where changed to sixth train to eventually get in to Plymouth station at 1am. No bike, peeing down, no one wanted to give me a lift so walked the six miles home. Got 500 yards from home when was stopped by a police car wanting to know where I had been. They had a report of a peeping tom in the area and wanted to know if it was me. I told them my story which they believed as they thought it too fantastic to be fiction. They refused me a lift for the rest of the journey and I finally got home a shade after 2am. Joy.
Hereford v SUFC FACup Round 1 early '80's
Studying in Plymouth at the time so travelled from there. Left house in Plympton at 7am 6 miles out from train station, started to cycle but got puncture after a mile. Ran home with bike and hitched lift to Station. Met some fellow SUFC fans at Newport, had a few beers with them in Hereford and then watched us lose 3-1. The day then took a turn for the worse.
Went from Hereford station to Newport, then train failure at Bristol Parkway meant a second change of train to Bristol Temple Meads. Third train as far as Taunton, then fourth to Exeter and then on fifth another failure and shunted to Newton Abbot where changed to sixth train to eventually get in to Plymouth station at 1am. No bike, peeing down, no one wanted to give me a lift so walked the six miles home. Got 500 yards from home when was stopped by a police car wanting to know where I had been. They had a report of a peeping tom in the area and wanted to know if it was me. I told them my story which they believed as they thought it too fantastic to be fiction. They refused me a lift for the rest of the journey and I finally got home a shade after 2am. Joy.