I'm thinking of the burger van at Cheltenham catching fire halfway through the game - that sort of thing.
Mine is from the FA Cup Semi Final at Wembley.
An hour or so before kick-off, my son (who was 7 at the time) and I were in that Costa Coffee half-way down Wembley Way. We were seated at a low table, sharing the few available seats with a group of City fans in their late 50s /early 60s, as there was nowhere else to sit. They were very pleasant and homely - in a Coronation Street type way - but quietly patronising my son about how this must be a "big day out." But of course for them it wasn't even their biggest game that week etc etc - and they'd be back for the final. (Conveniently passing over just how shit City had been for decades just a few years before).
A short while later a few Albion fans sauntered across, coffees in hand and stood next to the table, to get out of the way of the stream of customers coming and going. At this point, the cardboard sleeve on the cup being held by one of the newcomers split and the cup dropped from his hand and slammed squarely on the table, causing the entire contents to rise up out of the cup in slow motion. Something to do with the thermo-dynamic Law of liquid physics, I suppose. Or something.
In a glorious moment the entire globule of airbourne of coffee then landed directly in the crotch of one of the City fans, who doubly- unfortunately for him, was wearing cream-cloured chinos. At this point, his face went bright red - partly through anger, I suppose, but mostly because his bollocks were being scolded by 16 floz of red hot Americano.
I managed to contain myself but my son - being only 7 - had no such 'filter' and proceeded to burst out laughing, which didn't really help the situation. Even to this day, whenever Man City are on telly he says to me, "Daddy - do you remember the man at Wembley with the burnt willy?" And long man it be so.
Any others? Must be loads?
Mine is from the FA Cup Semi Final at Wembley.
An hour or so before kick-off, my son (who was 7 at the time) and I were in that Costa Coffee half-way down Wembley Way. We were seated at a low table, sharing the few available seats with a group of City fans in their late 50s /early 60s, as there was nowhere else to sit. They were very pleasant and homely - in a Coronation Street type way - but quietly patronising my son about how this must be a "big day out." But of course for them it wasn't even their biggest game that week etc etc - and they'd be back for the final. (Conveniently passing over just how shit City had been for decades just a few years before).
A short while later a few Albion fans sauntered across, coffees in hand and stood next to the table, to get out of the way of the stream of customers coming and going. At this point, the cardboard sleeve on the cup being held by one of the newcomers split and the cup dropped from his hand and slammed squarely on the table, causing the entire contents to rise up out of the cup in slow motion. Something to do with the thermo-dynamic Law of liquid physics, I suppose. Or something.
In a glorious moment the entire globule of airbourne of coffee then landed directly in the crotch of one of the City fans, who doubly- unfortunately for him, was wearing cream-cloured chinos. At this point, his face went bright red - partly through anger, I suppose, but mostly because his bollocks were being scolded by 16 floz of red hot Americano.
I managed to contain myself but my son - being only 7 - had no such 'filter' and proceeded to burst out laughing, which didn't really help the situation. Even to this day, whenever Man City are on telly he says to me, "Daddy - do you remember the man at Wembley with the burnt willy?" And long man it be so.
Any others? Must be loads?
An old Bristol / West Country saying.
