HAVE YOU EVER INVADED THE PITCH SOLO?

I was going to reminiss about pitch invasions such as York, Old Ninian the usual but then I remember the old old days. Wales Belgium can't remember the year sometime in the early ninties I think. Big Eric Young went up for header, so so close to a goal I leapt up like a leaping up thing got my hands fixed up on the tops of security fencing and launched myself onto the ptich to have with it the ref. Unfortunately for me my leather jacket (custom made for me so no badge, names or anything so uncouth) and very good quality suspended me in a Brian (the religious bloke from the bible) crucifiction position on front of said fencing. Due certain earlier trouble with our "boys" the Belgian Plod were well up for action and me suspended by my jacket from the fence must have looked liked a racist comment to a slowboard poster. They wandered, ney rushed towards me with their weapons in hand with one thing on their minds, aye I did wonder myself, but beating the crap out of Willy was what they had planned. I caught sight out of the corner of my eye, a well horney looking blonde female plod, well tasty so being in a slight predicament gave her the big baby blue eye come on. I could see the hairs on the back of head lift as if struck by some sexual magnetism eminating from my body, she was obviously a woman in charge as she raced towards me barking orders at the subordinate minions of the male plod. They backed off like scolded cats as their wild eyed nymphomaniac leader rushed towards me breast heaving, pussy no doubt wet, wet yes wet with anticipatation of the rather average sized but magnificent horn of gold that awaited her.

She smacked me straight in the bollocks with a basball bat sized truncheon and proceded to beat the crap out of me. Luckily the "boys" reached over the fence grabbing me by whatever bits and hauled me back over the fence. A lucky escape I can tell you, imagine if I'd have invited her back to the hotel.......

My solo invasion of Moscow I'll leave for another day..

The least I have been on the pitch with was Shrewsbury away 2 of us the night we rioted in the league cup and Bury away 3 of us in 1990 we were relegated.

I was going to reminiss about pitch invasions such as York, Old Ninian the usual but then I remember the old old days. Wales Belgium can't remember the year sometime in the early ninties I think. Big Eric Young went up for header, so so close to a goal I leapt up like a leaping up thing got my hands fixed up on the tops of security fencing and launched myself onto the ptich to have with it the ref. Unfortunately for me my leather jacket (custom made for me so no badge, names or anything so uncouth) and very good quality suspended me in a Brian (the religious bloke from the bible) crucifiction position on front of said fencing. Due certain earlier trouble with our "boys" the Belgian Plod were well up for action and me suspended by my jacket from the fence must have looked liked a racist comment to a slowboard poster. They wandered, ney rushed towards me with their weapons in hand with one thing on their minds, aye I did wonder myself, but beating the crap out of Willy was what they had planned. I caught sight out of the corner of my eye, a well horney looking blonde female plod, well tasty so being in a slight predicament gave her the big baby blue eye come on. I could see the hairs on the back of head lift as if struck by some sexual magnetism eminating from my body, she was obviously a woman in charge as she raced towards me barking orders at the subordinate minions of the male plod. They backed off like scolded cats as their wild eyed nymphomaniac leader rushed towards me breast heaving, pussy no doubt wet, wet yes wet with anticipatation of the rather average sized but magnificent horn of gold that awaited her.

She smacked me straight in the bollocks with a basball bat sized truncheon and proceded to beat the crap out of me. Luckily the "boys" reached over the fence grabbing me by whatever bits and hauled me back over the fence. A lucky escape I can tell you, imagine if I'd have invited her back to the hotel.......

My solo invasion of Moscow I'll leave for another day..

You Sir,are a Shakespeare

Notts county away,when hibbit was manager,we were 3 nil down so i ran to the dug out and told him to pissoff,something worked the week after he left.No im not going to try it again,get banned nowadays,

The least I have been on the pitch with was Shrewsbury away 2 of us the night we rioted in the league cup and Bury away 3 of us in 1990 we were relegated.

I did get on the pitch at Coventry when at college watching Liverpol Coventry when Liverpool were the top dogs football wise. Coventry won 4 nil or something like that but the ref was a def homer so scousers were well up for a spot of shenangins. The coventry lot were on the pitch at the end of the match giving it big time, it was like they'd won the FA cup or something. I got a bit carried away, rushed to front jumped obver the little wall, no fences for some reason, something to do with Jimmy Hill, and ran lie a man possed at the by now hundreds of Coventry. A football pitch is quite big but the charge l led towards the coventry lulled me into a sense of false security knowing there'd be dozens of Liverpools finest behind me. They didn't run though the Coventry, they kept comming towards us, thats odd I thought to myself as a I charged headlong like a ridsdale to a bonus, these fuckers should be well scattered by now. Imagine my surprise when I as looked behind me to usher the troops into battle that I discovered I was the only silly b*stard to have come from the Liverpool contingent, I reassessed the situation rapidly, appreciated that my City breathen were not present and perhaps my best course of action would be to beat a strategic withdrawl...............

The evenings entertainment is another tale, saved by two old ladies at around three am from Coventry's top mob! Those were the days my friend, I feel a Mary Hopkins song coming on

Yep, Chesterfield away in the 90's, we scored a last minute equaliser and I thought everyone else was on the pitch too, I soon realised it was just me. I decided that I had nothing to loose so went for it and started to dodge the stewards and police all over the field and eventually got back onto the terrace where the City fans were. When I saw the police on the terrace come for me, I ran to the back and nipped over the wall. Unfortunately I landed next to a police van on the other side and got immediately arrested.

In court, I explained to the magistrate that Cardiff don't score often, so in all the excitement the crowd spilled onto the pitch and I just followed. The magistrate then asked me to explain how I managed to "spill" onto the pitch over a 7 foot fence.

I got a £250 fine and bound over to keep the peace for a year, but no ban thanks to a nice letter from Mike Lambett (cheers mike)

As per, watching Clydebank a few times.

Once were I slipped going to grab our top scorer in celebratory fashion, pulling him down and thinking I had broke his leg as he didn't get back up. For 30 seconds I could feel a few hundred folk getting ready to kick f**k out of me until he hobbled back to the centre circle

Around 1min 25 in http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Al3HmaborBk

and again at 1min 55 in this one http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=asJkVGt5R1o&NR=1 anything to get on the telly

Not as good as this lad though who has been down to see City a few times, we got promoted on this night http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E2j2hmKx9qs they let him shower with the team after the game following his "slip"