Remember the play off game against Leeds at headingly where we just beat them, when would that be, 2008? I decided to go by coach for a change. I still refer to it as the journey from hell.
As I walked down dallam Lane along the line of coaches I could see a battered old double decker standing out like a sore thumb and I just knew that would be the one I was on, sure enough it was.
I sat upstairs and at the back were a bunch of excitable teenagers making a lot of noise. As the journey progressed they were getting rowdier, smoking and drinking. One of them passed down a can of bodily fluid to empty out of the window. They were asking for a toilet stop at both the services on the way.
We got there just after kick off thanks to them. We all know how the game went and I legged it back to the bus to get a downstairs seat. Thankfully after a little celebrating the muppets hit the wall and fell asleep. We seemed to be driving round Leeds for ages and went past the same places numerous times. Eventually we got on the M62 and set off uphill at 45mph. Near Oldham the team coach passed us and we all cheered and waved at the players, and their coach indicated to pull into birch services so we all shouted to our driver who was a good sport, to pull in after them. Their coach stopped and we all piled off, but only an unknown kit man or whatever got off their coach and off it went leaving all us staring at him in the middle of an empty car park.
So off home we went, getting back well after midnight. Terrible but memorable journey and game though.