tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15083755.post7825939133187135498..comments2023-10-30T10:30:06.191+00:00Comments on Cheer Up Alan Shearer: David Platt for England (v Belgium), 26 June 1990LBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06234702470107953581noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15083755.post-6818087557466449022012-03-29T10:40:33.044+01:002012-03-29T10:40:33.044+01:00Its great...Really i got amazed while reading your...Its great...Really i got amazed while reading your blog...Internet Scrapinghttp://www.dataentryservicesonline.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15083755.post-74937578265044355192007-08-15T16:59:00.000+01:002007-08-15T16:59:00.000+01:00I won the UEFA Cup with Strasbourg once, but undou...I won the UEFA Cup with Strasbourg once, but undoubtedly my proudest moment was leading to Newcastle to back to back Champions League finals (winning one and losing the second in the last minute of extra time) whilst turning Shola Ameobi into the greatest striker on the planet (I kid you not).<BR/><BR/>However, I agree with Swiss that the joy of finding someone in the lower leagues who goes on to acheive greatness is one of the most satisfying things in the game.<BR/><BR/>I think Italia 90 is just one of those tournaments that sticks in the mind because of our respective ages, and the timing of the games. I pretty much saw every minute of football it was possible to watch.<BR/><BR/>For an Italia 90 shirt you might want to try googling TOFFS - they do old school replica shirts.Paulhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04247955697414914365noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15083755.post-85547147522097966102007-08-08T00:41:00.000+01:002007-08-08T00:41:00.000+01:00InfiltrationI did this a few years back when I wen...Infiltration<BR/><BR/>I did this a few years back when I went to the not-so-mighty Withdean Stadium with a few coachloads of Bristol City fans to watch them play Brighton in one of the last games of the season. Getting home tickets at that time for a 6k capacity athletics track was troublesome, especially for someone with a Bistol address, so I went in the Away end with my good mate Andy, and my girlfriends step-dad, both lifelong Shitheads (I’m not sure if that’s the right thing to call your girlfriends step-dad but there you go!).<BR/><BR/>Anyway, I had been living in Bristol for a few years and often went to watch City, both home and away (the 5-4 beating of Mansfield was the best, having been 4-2 down with three minutes left – I didn’t even know where Mansfield was when Andy and I set off in his Fiesta). They are my second team and I do have a big soft spot for them. I’ve had some great times watching them over the years. But on the day, there was no question who I was supporting - the mighty Albion, the team I have supported for as long as I can remember (I was born in Shoreham).<BR/><BR/>To make matters even more interesting, Brighton needed to win to gain promotion to the Championship. Brighton scored first but there was nothing I could do to celebrate except call my brother, another Seagull fan, and share my delight with him on the mobile, whilst trying to show my City displeasure whilst holding my head in my hands (kind of). It worked. I was happy and I hadn’t taken a beating. Another Brighton fan had infiltrated the temporary stand as well but he decided to celebrate the goal, and hence got a bit of a pasting for his efforts. City went onto score late in the second half – queue Shithead mayhem. I stood up., and sat down just as quickly to show the lack of enthusiasm I had, whilst still playing the “I don’t wanna get punched” card. Gutted. The best thing happened in the last minute though, when Brighton scored the winner. Albion fans went nuts. They had won promotion. I was over the moon but again I couldn’t really show my emotion. The worst thing was when the Albion fans left the ground. City fans had to wait behind so queue lots of shouting and chanting as the Albion fans passed. I couldn’t get involved. I wanted to shout at the City fans but I was one of them for the day and I was definitely not going to shout at the Brighton fans and tell them that they must all be gay.<BR/><BR/>I have since vowed never to put myself through that again. The fact I live in Sydney now makes that a lot easier.<BR/><BR/>However, the question does arise….surely it is better to be at the game than not at all? It was another interesting football experience, although of course I’d preferred to have been with the Brighton fans – just as I was whenever Brighton visited Ashton Gate or we met at Cardiff.<BR/><BR/>To round the day off I got shat on by a seagull as Andy and I left the ground….and the day had got off to such a good start when Andy got shat on on the way to the ground.<BR/><BR/>Happy days.Jonnyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12630600685567139112noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15083755.post-17877074660786836602007-08-07T20:44:00.000+01:002007-08-07T20:44:00.000+01:00I should add that I was with Paul for both those g...I should add that I was with Paul for both those games, and he's spot on - Coventry was a breeze, whereas at Leicester we were a little perturbed to be amongst the home fans leaning over the visitors and launching as much spit as they could muster over Geordie heads...Benhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03008553685046831301noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15083755.post-16486343282470291582007-08-07T20:42:00.000+01:002007-08-07T20:42:00.000+01:00Shane: Great minds...Shane: Great minds...Benhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03008553685046831301noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15083755.post-91217673792338735532007-08-07T15:07:00.000+01:002007-08-07T15:07:00.000+01:00Ben - it would appear that I couldn't agree more.S...Ben - it would appear that I couldn't agree more.<BR/><BR/>ST - The Virtual Barnet experience amused me - a far cry from my earliest computer football memory - 'Emlyn Hughes' International Football' (Commodore64).Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15083755.post-74855661968927857802007-08-07T07:43:00.000+01:002007-08-07T07:43:00.000+01:00Italia 1990 is an interesting one. I too remember...Italia 1990 is an interesting one. I too remember it fondly for all sorts of reasons, and not just for England's march to the semis... (it was surely Steve Bull's decoy run that let David Platt have his moment of glory. I'm still looking for an 1990 era England shirt with a number 21 on the back).<BR/><BR/>And yet it is also generally held up to have been a terrible, cynical tournament, as personified by that awful Argentina team getting all the way to the final and only losing to a penalty.<BR/><BR/>I think we must have been at the right age, and we've all been seduced by that heroic but doomed semi-final. <BR/><BR/>Still, I remember it fondly. If only Bobby had dropped that Lineker bloke for the real on-form striker.<BR/><BR/>STswisslethttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16708248700851998044noreply@blogger.com