As a Bristol City fan who has been away to Craven Cottage on a Boxing Day
You certainly deserved the right to travel (assuming you're a life-longer!), so it was a wondeful gesture by your mother to get you that.

Maybe she knew that you'd have fuck-all chance of repeating the feat for a few more years?
( JeffTheDogFucker Can you dig it?, Sun 19 Dec 2010, 23:19, 1 reply, 15 years ago)

Probably a combination of that and the fact I said I'd hang myself off Putney Bridge if I couldn't go.
And yeah, doing what we did and knowing it'll never happen again is an absolute killer. I can't describe how amazing watching your team around Europe is, a year ago yesterday I was in Switzerland eating fondue with the self proclaimed 'king of the Basel red light district' off my tits and watching Fulham beat Basel 3-2. I would do anything to be able to experience those trips again.

Stoke away next week though, that's pretty exciting...
(Barry from Eastenders is, despite the words written above, not a woman, Sun 19 Dec 2010, 23:26, Reply)

Ah, I remember European football well...

( Davros' Granddad a voice of calm reason in a world of spastics., Sun 19 Dec 2010, 23:41, Reply)

I'd say our situation is like giving a kid a Playstation for Christmas and then taking it away on Boxing Day.
It's not fucking fair. People who support teams that are actually good and consistently in European competitions don't know how fucking lucky they are.
(Barry from Eastenders is, despite the words written above, not a woman, Sun 19 Dec 2010, 23:45, Reply)

This is true.
E.g. Arsenal supporters moaning because their team hasn't won anything for five years? Go piss up a rope, fucksticks.
( Davros' Granddad a voice of calm reason in a world of spastics., Sun 19 Dec 2010, 23:46, Reply)

Liverpool supporters can fuck off as well.
Except my cousin, she's alright.
( Davros' Granddad a voice of calm reason in a world of spastics., Sun 19 Dec 2010, 23:53, Reply)

I know exactly where you're coming from Barry.
I've never felt more depressed than losing the Championship play-off final, I mean, on paper we were as good as Hull.

When you support a shit team, ANY success means so much more than to the supporters of clubs who expect it.

(My boxing day trip to Craven, was when Coleman was in charge, league one, Diddy David Hamilton was your half-time comparé).
( JeffTheDogFucker Can you dig it?, Sun 19 Dec 2010, 23:49, Reply)

My home town team have drawn against Rangers in the Scottish Cup.
Could be interesting...
( Davros' Granddad a voice of calm reason in a world of spastics., Sun 19 Dec 2010, 23:51, Reply)

Who are your hometown team?

( JeffTheDogFucker Can you dig it?, Sun 19 Dec 2010, 23:56, Reply)

The mighty Berwick Rangers.
*weeps*
( Davros' Granddad a voice of calm reason in a world of spastics., Sun 19 Dec 2010, 23:57, Reply)

Bloody hell
Berwick has a football team?
(berk, Sun 19 Dec 2010, 23:58, Reply)

Oh yeah.
Only team in England to play in the Scottish league, you know.
( Davros' Granddad a voice of calm reason in a world of spastics., Mon 20 Dec 2010, 0:00, Reply)

Were they not also at war (still) with Germany until 'fairly recently'
Owing to neither England or Scotland wanting them?

Or is that a urban myth?
( JeffTheDogFucker Can you dig it?, Mon 20 Dec 2010, 0:02, Reply)

I'm sure that was on QI recently
but I can't remember what the answer was. I think you may be right...
(berk, Mon 20 Dec 2010, 0:04, Reply)

So the answer is
'It might be an urban myth?'
( JeffTheDogFucker Can you dig it?, Mon 20 Dec 2010, 0:05, Reply)

Russia.
And it was true on a technicality, something to do with the town having changed hands so often that it was named separately when England and Scotland were being referred to. Berwick got missed off one time, hence it was never formally included in the peace treaty.

*EDIT* en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Berwick-upon-Tweed#Relations_with_Russia
( Davros' Granddad a voice of calm reason in a world of spastics., Mon 20 Dec 2010, 0:06, Reply)

I've never been to Berwick.
It is supposed to be lovely.
( JeffTheDogFucker Can you dig it?, Mon 20 Dec 2010, 0:08, Reply)

It is one of the nicest towns in the UK to arrive in by train.
From the south, anyway. The town itself is very pretty, but having left 20 odd years ago I have no desire to ever live there again.
( Davros' Granddad a voice of calm reason in a world of spastics., Mon 20 Dec 2010, 0:12, Reply)

I've only ever been through on the train
but it did look very pretty.
(berk, Mon 20 Dec 2010, 0:12, Reply)

It evokes 'Miss Marple' type thoughts in my head.
I'm probably miles away from the mark though.
( JeffTheDogFucker Can you dig it?, Mon 20 Dec 2010, 0:16, Reply)

Miss Marple?
Do you mean Miss Jean Brodie? Marple was set in Kent somewhere, wasn't it?
(berk, Mon 20 Dec 2010, 0:20, Reply)

Coleman only managed us in the Premiership. Keegan you mean?
And Diddy still does the announcements. Only at Fulham would we hire the campest man in the world to gee up the crowd.

And I still can't bare to think about the final in May. I've never seen the highlights, only a photo of the Channel Five coverage where you can clearly see my 'Nigerian Whites' flag hanging proudly behind the goal. Great days.
(Barry from Eastenders is, despite the words written above, not a woman, Sun 19 Dec 2010, 23:57, Reply)

You're right.
Coleman was a player at the time (signed from Blackburn).

It was Keegan who was in charge.
( JeffTheDogFucker Can you dig it?, Mon 20 Dec 2010, 0:07, Reply)