Beeks Day Out At Wembley

Inspired by Beefys Post...this is how the day panned out for me...
Started the day waiting outside my flat at 7am for a lift...me and a 12 pack of lager...soon joined by regular manc reprobate and good friend Johnny Abstract who lives round the corner...the other lads...Pete my best mate, Martin and his son were running late so it wasn't until 7.35 that we hit the road in Martins Land Rover.
Made good time on the roads...wasnt half as much traffic as I thought there would be, but what football traffic we did see was all blue..
Stopped at the services next to the Birmingham Toll Road for provisions and a piss...all blue...all in good spirits...some entrepeneur was selling both City and Rag merchandise outside...daft hats, scarves and flags...city were outselling them at least 10-1
Made it to London around 12-12.30...Spoke to LAHAD/Kiers who was a little behind us and not in London yet...told him we were in Kew Bridge but it might as well have been timbucktoo as he had no idea what I was talking about...he texted me they were going to a working mens club but I didn't know where the fuck that was either so knocked a meet up on the head
We jumped on a bus to richmond and arrived at The Red Cow to meet a few other blues we know and sat in the beer garden tucking into a steak sandwich and a few more lagers...read the property paper there and it is another world...house prices at least six figures and rental from £2350 a month...what a joke
After that jumped on a tube from Richmond to Hammersmith...what a cool place...full of rastas...found a 'minicab' office and one of the Rasta drivers took us as close to Wembley as he could get.
Walked up to Wembley past the Green Man and it was a sea of blue...my stomach was in knots at this point
Arrived at Wembley and found out...after Martin gave me the ticket(Which I got for free BTW) that I was in the Club Wembley Prawn Sandwich seats hahaha
Best seats in the house though...complimentary drink and programme...sat next to twats though...Irish suits on the left...and some fucking annoying woman on the right who insisted on cheering both sides whenever they attacked...was gutted I wasnt in the blue support...but could have been worse...Tom one of the lads I met at the Red Cow had a ticket for their end!
Final Whistle and I met my boys outside the Bobby Moore Statue...never been so emotional...choking back tears...hugs all around...had to meet a few more round entrance N...walked round and witnessed sporadic fights breaking out everywhere...a lot of families looked scared...decided to fuck it and not get involved...wanted to celebrate first
Bumped into Mickey Francis when we surfaced at the other side...gave him a bearhug...everyone was smiling
Couldn't be arsed with the tube...the queue looked like you could be waiting all night...so walked awhile...fuck knows where...met up with a few of our mates in 'The Bull?!' fuck knows where that was...found a tube station further on and took a tube to Paddington where we found a pub just across the road from the station full of blues...spent all night in there singing and having a good craic...there was a load of Ipswich fans who were going home from beating Bristol City and they were a proper laugh...singing derogatory songs about Roy Keane
Everything was great until around 11ish...when a large group of cockney rags turned up...I was oblivious to this fact until I saw some blonde haired twat looking over with his mates singing 'We're Man United...We Do What We Want'
Johnny...mouthy fucker as he is (But No Fighter Unfortunately) piped up with 'Yeah...but you didn't do what you want today though did you lads'
To which the blonde rag walked over and stuck his face right in Johnnys within an inch...next thing Pete launches himself from the outside table and twats the guy and a full on battle start in the street...blondie is game and going toe to toe with Pete...blondies mates are standing off so I wade in and smash my knuckle on his face and he falls...I get one kick in to his ribs before a few more sensible rags jump in to stop it just as we were getting started but I calm down...mainly because my hand is fucked
Too late though...police have been called by the bar and around 6 police cars rock up and we are on our toes into Paddingtom Station
It's not a late one...we get back around 12.30am but we are all shitfaced
Wake up around 6am to find that Johnny is not in the room...his clothes, wallet, phone are though...so he's in his boxers somewhere...it was like that film 'The Hangover'
We search the whole hotel from top to bottom...no sign...search the grounds...no sign...eventually a porter asks if we are looking for a friend...turns out Johnny went out for a smoke in his skids and couldn't get back in so the porter took pity and gave him a room...funny as fuck
McDonalds double sausage and egg breakfast then back up the motorway...
Enter manchester and driving up parkway...scarf hanging out of the window...some meathead walking his pitball flicks us the Vs...
Ahhh it's nice to be home ;-)
Started the day waiting outside my flat at 7am for a lift...me and a 12 pack of lager...soon joined by regular manc reprobate and good friend Johnny Abstract who lives round the corner...the other lads...Pete my best mate, Martin and his son were running late so it wasn't until 7.35 that we hit the road in Martins Land Rover.
Made good time on the roads...wasnt half as much traffic as I thought there would be, but what football traffic we did see was all blue..
Stopped at the services next to the Birmingham Toll Road for provisions and a piss...all blue...all in good spirits...some entrepeneur was selling both City and Rag merchandise outside...daft hats, scarves and flags...city were outselling them at least 10-1
Made it to London around 12-12.30...Spoke to LAHAD/Kiers who was a little behind us and not in London yet...told him we were in Kew Bridge but it might as well have been timbucktoo as he had no idea what I was talking about...he texted me they were going to a working mens club but I didn't know where the fuck that was either so knocked a meet up on the head
We jumped on a bus to richmond and arrived at The Red Cow to meet a few other blues we know and sat in the beer garden tucking into a steak sandwich and a few more lagers...read the property paper there and it is another world...house prices at least six figures and rental from £2350 a month...what a joke
After that jumped on a tube from Richmond to Hammersmith...what a cool place...full of rastas...found a 'minicab' office and one of the Rasta drivers took us as close to Wembley as he could get.
Walked up to Wembley past the Green Man and it was a sea of blue...my stomach was in knots at this point
Arrived at Wembley and found out...after Martin gave me the ticket(Which I got for free BTW) that I was in the Club Wembley Prawn Sandwich seats hahaha
Best seats in the house though...complimentary drink and programme...sat next to twats though...Irish suits on the left...and some fucking annoying woman on the right who insisted on cheering both sides whenever they attacked...was gutted I wasnt in the blue support...but could have been worse...Tom one of the lads I met at the Red Cow had a ticket for their end!
Final Whistle and I met my boys outside the Bobby Moore Statue...never been so emotional...choking back tears...hugs all around...had to meet a few more round entrance N...walked round and witnessed sporadic fights breaking out everywhere...a lot of families looked scared...decided to fuck it and not get involved...wanted to celebrate first
Bumped into Mickey Francis when we surfaced at the other side...gave him a bearhug...everyone was smiling
Couldn't be arsed with the tube...the queue looked like you could be waiting all night...so walked awhile...fuck knows where...met up with a few of our mates in 'The Bull?!' fuck knows where that was...found a tube station further on and took a tube to Paddington where we found a pub just across the road from the station full of blues...spent all night in there singing and having a good craic...there was a load of Ipswich fans who were going home from beating Bristol City and they were a proper laugh...singing derogatory songs about Roy Keane
Everything was great until around 11ish...when a large group of cockney rags turned up...I was oblivious to this fact until I saw some blonde haired twat looking over with his mates singing 'We're Man United...We Do What We Want'
Johnny...mouthy fucker as he is (But No Fighter Unfortunately) piped up with 'Yeah...but you didn't do what you want today though did you lads'
To which the blonde rag walked over and stuck his face right in Johnnys within an inch...next thing Pete launches himself from the outside table and twats the guy and a full on battle start in the street...blondie is game and going toe to toe with Pete...blondies mates are standing off so I wade in and smash my knuckle on his face and he falls...I get one kick in to his ribs before a few more sensible rags jump in to stop it just as we were getting started but I calm down...mainly because my hand is fucked
Too late though...police have been called by the bar and around 6 police cars rock up and we are on our toes into Paddingtom Station
It's not a late one...we get back around 12.30am but we are all shitfaced
Wake up around 6am to find that Johnny is not in the room...his clothes, wallet, phone are though...so he's in his boxers somewhere...it was like that film 'The Hangover'
We search the whole hotel from top to bottom...no sign...search the grounds...no sign...eventually a porter asks if we are looking for a friend...turns out Johnny went out for a smoke in his skids and couldn't get back in so the porter took pity and gave him a room...funny as fuck
McDonalds double sausage and egg breakfast then back up the motorway...
Enter manchester and driving up parkway...scarf hanging out of the window...some meathead walking his pitball flicks us the Vs...
Ahhh it's nice to be home ;-)