Tomorrow I will be an undercover brother in the home end - the Loft Upper to be precise - with a QPR supporting mate who's season ticket neighbour can't go.
As it turns out I could have bought a ticket for our end today and previously didn't think I could make Friday but a week or two ago this guy asked me to come with him and I don't want to let him down.
There's part of me that's looking forward to watching you lot sing and bounce around from the other end and I'm genuinely interested in what the locals will think of us as a team and you lot as fans.
Now I've done sitting in the home end before - Villa in the cup, Derby in Sami's Ill fated reign and Brentford - but never in the mix of the home inner sanctum.
Now I'm not suggesting for a second that QPR is venomous vipers pit that I'll be lucky to survive but I just wondered whether anyone has any exciting tales from days gone by where this type of thing was common place?
My old man told me a tale of going to Spurs in the first season in Div 1 were there was no segregation and him and a few mates unwittingly unveiled themselves to the locals when we scored only for beast of a Spurs fan with a nose more crooked than Henry Coopers moved to within an inch of his face fixing him with a death stare only to then utter "Good game innit?" And turn back the other way....
As it turns out I could have bought a ticket for our end today and previously didn't think I could make Friday but a week or two ago this guy asked me to come with him and I don't want to let him down.
There's part of me that's looking forward to watching you lot sing and bounce around from the other end and I'm genuinely interested in what the locals will think of us as a team and you lot as fans.
Now I've done sitting in the home end before - Villa in the cup, Derby in Sami's Ill fated reign and Brentford - but never in the mix of the home inner sanctum.
Now I'm not suggesting for a second that QPR is venomous vipers pit that I'll be lucky to survive but I just wondered whether anyone has any exciting tales from days gone by where this type of thing was common place?
My old man told me a tale of going to Spurs in the first season in Div 1 were there was no segregation and him and a few mates unwittingly unveiled themselves to the locals when we scored only for beast of a Spurs fan with a nose more crooked than Henry Coopers moved to within an inch of his face fixing him with a death stare only to then utter "Good game innit?" And turn back the other way....
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