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28/9/02
Bastard ref, garbradni what a wanker and Harper in a thong springs to mind when ever I think of Northampton.The plan was to be in Northampton for pub opening, but a piss up on Friday night fucked that one up big style, arriving at the train station still getting dressed is not the way to go to a match, no wonder the bus driver laughed when I got on on the way to Mansfield .
Realising that the B.V.C was already in Northampton as we got to Nottingham station, we headed for the nearest and probably dearest pub in hope of being pissed before the game, as no doubt the B.V.C already travelling were, but lack of funds prevented us from being drunk and disorderly. Where’s cheggers when you need him!
A sofa on the tracks, a pissed group of Forest, Wolves and Leicester fans and a hour or so later we where heading in to Coventry only to realize bloody Millwall are playing Coventry, I suppose the 8 or so pigs on the train should have given it away!
Removel of all colours, the pin and careful watch over our accents was called for, but that lasted around 15 seconds as on leaving the train the fucking doors shut as I made a leap for freedom, my bloody arm got trapped and I screamed in my northern accent,“fucking hell” only for Tucker to laugh and shout “call youself a Stags fan!” well I thought that was it, im dead, i'm on a station full of Millwall fans who had just found out we are Mansfield with my bloody arm stuck in the door, shitting bricks is an understatement as soon as I was free a quick exit was in order!
Off to find the next pub only for old bill to throw a spanner in the works so it was back on the tracks for us, soon it was Northampton station and it was a charge into town to find sixfields and a pissed B.V.C, soon we are knacked and have ran about ½ a mile before realizing we are goin the wrong fucking way…….must be lack of alcohol!
A taxi ride,……………… A FUCKING EXPENSIVE TAXI RIDE later and we’re at the pub only to find two ONLY TWO B.V.C members drinkin in the nearby establisment, Paolo and Pete the two over 21’s my arse, after being informed by the southern cunt behind the bar in his arsebandit American uniform we need to be 21 to drink alcohol in this part of the United Kingdom (all 20ft by 18ft of it) some abuse was in order as I informed him of the legal age limit in ENGLAND, and also pointing out we was in ENGLAND. Was asked to leave, maybe due to calling him a wanker………..fucking yanks, even the bouncer was surprised upon Paolo’s pop quiz!
Soon its kick off time and Pete’s in with his daddy, Paolo (how he got in for a kiddies quid I will never know, as he didn't get asked for his age in America’s answer to the QH). We took up positions behind the goal with YD sporting his new yellow hair, the away games with Mansfield in huge voice and numbers. The afternoon looked yellow and blue but no, yet again we have a ref shagging the oppositions manager, a pen’ is awarded but as gabideni (could give a flying fuck how u spell his shitty Italian name) is going away from goal and has lost control of the ball a pen was very harsh, top bombing! The ref loved it, a 9.9 and a 10 from the crowd sez it all, a poxy pen and its 1-0 down and we came actually hear the home fans, so ‘my garden sheds bigger than this’ was called for.
Decision after decision sends the traveling Staggies into rage as clearly money is changing hands on the pitch, a few heart in the mouth moments and some good football later and its half time, and cue 12 pinter cheggers follwed closely by the phantom winker………he wanted you Paolo!
Second half and fuck the pie as the Stags are on the pitch………………and we were treated to Harper in his new look thong, looking good….not! Now we know what goes on in Northampton’s dressing room, god knows what happens in Chesterfields…….poor sheep! A few choice words indicating to Harper to get his knickers out his arse and Mansfield are on the attack not just once or twice, but some go HARD pressure and im not talking about Pete's chubby for Harper!
We looked dangerous, and looked like we wanted it even after the 2nd goal went in, then with the ice man being pushed and kicked (maybe kicked) to the floor a pitch invasion looked on the cards I’ve never seen so many fat bastards move so fast, and before I knew it I was halfway up the hill behind the home end chasing some B.V.C to the pub, but a yellow card was already shown not only to the cheatin wanker but Izzy, what a day!……………..the final whistle blows and i'm once again proud to be a Staggie with the support shown being second to none, a standing ovation followed by a dash back to the train station and we're on the way to Mansfield jealous of the Deja 'BEER BUS' vu and the V.A.C, we knew they would be in the QH before we even got to Leicester. BASTARDS!!!!!!