It's a long long way

It was the last home game of the season. It had gone past first base with promotion, and was on the verge of sealing the deal on the fabled third date. Nervous excitement personified. By this time, Chris had been been joined by some of his closer mates who had been spellbound and enticed by…… Continue reading 25/4/92 Blues v Shrewsbury Town, Invisible Leapfrog.

Me and Chris met up, and got the train to Wolverhampton, where we were joined by Daz and Sid from Willenhall and then Spen and George from Wombourne. We boarded the Manchester train when it arrived, and found Walshy and Pughey on it. It had the feelings of a big day. Getting off in Macclesfield…… Continue reading 11/4/92 Chester City v Blues, Three Point Turn On The Road.

It was a normal home game. Of course it wasn’t, it was Stoke, it was Judus coming back with the Snake. It was going to be their last supper. Well that’s what we wanted and hoped for. We were up for it. I wasn’t expecting what actually happened though. I caught the usual time train…… Continue reading 29/2/92 Blues v Stoke City, Roger The Referee.

This was the away game everyone wanted to go to, obviously, it was made all ticket, and in those days, other than the few season ticket holders and the handful of shareholders we had back then, it was very much a free for all, first come, first served. Had it not been made all ticket,…… Continue reading 4/1/92 Stoke City v Blues, Stoking The Fire.

I can’t remember falling asleep on the Friday night but I know I woke up the following morning under a blanket on Pughey’s sofa, well, his parents sofa. it had always been the plan to stop there, but just not crashed out on the sofa. The previous day, I’d met up with Walshy, drank in…… Continue reading 14/12/91 Bournemouth v Blues, A Punch Drunk Squash Court.

With Torquay being a fair distance away from Brum, Pughey had been coerced into driving down there by Walshy, who said I could stop at his to make it easier. It all made perfect sense. I was still working at the brick factory at the time, no I’m not going to make some kind of…… Continue reading 16/11/91 Torquay United v Blues F.A.Cup 1st Round, Faulty Tours.

I’d been slowly increasing my circle of Blues supporting mates, We’d made the lounge in The Wrexham (It stood where the entrance to Morrisons carpark does now) the head quarters, I used to get there not long after the pub opened its doors on a Saturday, and our merry bunch used to leave with just…… Continue reading 5/10/91 Shrewsbury Town v Blues, Shrewd Home Improvement.

All long suffering football fans have their own particular favourite season. This little beauty was mine. If nothing else, I had less inhibitions and more hair. 24/8/91 Fulham v Blues,  A Change in Capital.  Back in those days, although there were phones, they tended to be the fixed type, or un-fixed, depending on how bad…… Continue reading 91/92 That Was The Season That Was.

Not surprisingly, life had become a lot more comfortable, and a lot less intense. I’d watched almost all the games Blues had played, made a few more friends whilst doing so, and put weight on, I’d needed to. If you want to lose weight, get yourself some nervous anxiety, you can’t beat it, the weight…… Continue reading 20/4/91 Grimsby Town v Blues, A Couple Of DJs In The Mix.

The day before, I’d walked out of the flat I shared with my wife, my Son, and I thought, my job. I know that sounds like a start of a thriller or murder novel, but it was just another stage of my life. If you’re wondering why the sudden dramatic change in circumstances, it’s fairly…… Continue reading 10/11/90 Chester City v Blues, A Messy Red Splodge On The Horizon.