The most embarassing thing to happen to you.....

[axs]

Getting taken aside by a policeman as I fitted the description of someone who had been throwing coins at the Leeds keeper. Turns out the description was 'wearing a coat'. His companion looked at him like he was a fruit loop when he enquired if I was the offender.

[Don Rogers Shop]

Hahaha my mate got done for that Axes and i can confirm you look nothing alike.

[BANGKOK RED]

getting the score wrong on the scoreboard

Ha.

I wasn't even in the country and I remember that.

[4D]

In the first leg play off semi v Charlton, a mate of mine was sat in the DRS by the bank. A young Charlton fan of about 13 did a gesture towards my mate; the lad's mum saw it and cuffed him 

[jutty274]

I remember about 5 years ago when my mate pushed me down the stairs in the town end when they used to have the nets over the front row, i was drunk miss judged the jump to clear the netting and got my feet tangled and ending up out cold face first on the floor and having to be taken out on a body board as my back hurt, the ambulance wouldn't take me to hospital as i was drunk. I went the next day and found out i had broken my nose, cheek bone, fractured jaw and a depressed fracture of the eyesocket.

[Spy]

Probably gesturing to millwall boys to have a go when it was last game of the season and I could barely talk let alone stand!

[Bogus Dave]

I fell down three rows of seats in the drs a few years back

[chalkies_shorts]

Many years ago at Walsall we lost 5-0. The fans were seperated by a solid iron fence. When they went 3-0 up some tosser was giving it large. When they went 4-0 he wandered over to the fence and called me a tosser. When they went 5 up he put his head in between the railings. I was very nonchalant pretending to ignore him when wham I went to smack him in the gob - only to miss and do my hand in punching the iron railing. Unfortunately this was right in front of a copper who turfed me out. As i was being marched out, the Walsall fan was shouting wanker and I think he beat me 5-0 as well.

[phelpsieboy]

At Cheltenham away in 2008, and John Granville warming up Phil Smith ( yes this is a recipe for disaster), and they were practicing catching, and John was kicking the ball to Phil, and on one go, he sliced it like 15 metres wide and conked it straight into my face. And then a poor game to follow up, what a bad day !

[steptoe41]

Barnsley away, October 1994.

I was kicking an empty can of Lowenbrau up the street outside the ground and basically acting like a twat in front of my mates when a big fat northern copper marched up to me and politely asked me to stop.

Upon being told to "go fuck himself", the copper (who was all of 5 foot fuck all, whereas I am six foot two) grabbed me by one of my fucking ears and dragged me across the road, and then proceeded to deliver the mother of all bollockings to me in his "last of the summer wine" accent.

Fair play to him though, he let me go to the game, although my ear hurt for fucking weeks and I had to live with the "foggy" and "Compo" jibes for ages.

And we got beat 2-1.

Northern Cunt 

[Talk Talk]

I was going to say 'the machete incident', but I was far too pissed to be embarrassed. Looking back I think it was more comical than willy shrivelling.

So I will have to go with with getting the piss ripped out of me by my mates for my 'clapping' at the Walsall away game in 2006.

[Batch]

Hmmm.

Going back to my schooldays, playing for Ciren Town U16s. Went on a football trip to Villa which involved a coaching session then watching the match V Millwall (I think, not important). I stood on a seat when the crowd rose and it broke (I wasn't even a fat bastard then). Anyway queue ribbing from team mates and trying to grass me up to the stewards.

But that wasn't the embarrassing bit.

I took (skived) the next two days of school to finish some CDT GCSE coursework. I get a phone call from my then girlfriend asking if I had anything to tell her as to why I was off. Which was a bit strange but I confessed my skiving.

When I got back to school it was our PSE (some bollocks social education non-lesson) 'pub lunch' day. My PSE teacher bought me a drink, and I must have looked puzzled as to why. She said "it must be hard for someone who has been inside". Turns out my 'mate', who we shall call Gavin for that is his name, told everyone I had been mistakenly arrested for hooliganism when picking up the seat I had broken at said match. And she'd bizarrely taken it at face value.

Looking back I wasn't the one who should have been embarrassed, should I Mrs 'gullible' krauer.
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Swindon related, t'was the night of the Cheltenham mickey mouse cup match during the troubles. The one where Mex harangued Sandy G and the directors over non payment of money we owed Cheltenham.

Anyway the stewardess in the town end was saying they were expecting a bit of a restless night. My mate joked about invading the pitch, everyone retired to their seat to enjoy a bovril. Then said stewardess and a 'tango' appear and we spend the next 5 minutes trying to convince him we weren't serious and not to chuck us out.

I wouldn't mind, but I was the one who got the lecture, and also the checks every two minutes during the game.

[Mexicano Rojo]

hehehehe it always brings a smile to my face remebering shouting sandy grays address across the arkells to the cheltenham directors

[STFC_Gazza]

So I will have to go with with getting the piss ripped out of me by my mates for my 'clapping' at the Walsall away game in 2006.

soapy tit wank To this day you get reminded of that, what a great day though!

[Jean-Francois is God]

I recall going to Oxford back in March 2001 for the last derby game at the Manor Ground.  After getting in 15 minutes late due to PPP on Oxford's behalf I stood to watch a majestic displays from Andy King's men.  When Steve Robinson scored his second goal I thought it would be a good idea to run forward and jump onto the iron grill at the bottom of the away end to celebrate.  Now I have never been good at climbing anything and it was proved once again.  My footing slippped, I cut my chin, sliced my fingers open and suffered a twisted ankle upon landing.  What a goal though.

Another incident happened after the Brighton home game (1-1 I think) in November 2001.  After the game we needed to make a quick get-away in order to catch the bus.  As I used my pace around the corner from the 'Nationwide' Stand to sprint past the Club Shop I connected with a raised manhole cover and preceeded to halt my inevitable fall by resembling a falling horse at the Grand National.  I fell, hit the ground hard, rolled a couple of times and landed back on my feet.  A few people laughed at me, it was embarrassing, but I looked fucking cool with the double roll.

I am sure there are a few other times too, think on...