I was still in nappies when we beat the Sheep at Wembley….
Got my A level results too that summer.
Fabulous day out.
My mam won a ticket for the final in one of the newspapers. Just ONE ticket (weird prize) I already had one so told her thanks but no thanks but I'd sell it for her.
Until I saw it.
It was a VIP ticket for the olympic gallery !! So I sold mine.
The only lift I could blag was with a drug dealer from Beaumont Leys & his mates. They squeezed me into the hatchback sat next to 3 crates of beer. I was pissed when I got there. They all went to their regular seats while I walked halfway round the ground to the VIP section. Because of the ticket I had to wear a ****ing suit. Walked up the steps, clearly drunk, in a shit cheap suit that had last seen action at my uncle's funeral.
Security absolutely didn't want to let me in but had no choice.
There was a free bar.
Carnage ensued.
I was sat 2 rows behind the mayor of Derby.
When Walshie put the second goal in I was sat with a tray on my lap, on which was 2 pints of lager & 2 double whiskies. They went all over the bloke sat in front of me as I leapt in the air shouting "YEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSS!!!!!!! have that you sheep shagging twats"
The mayor of Derby took umbrage & I was removed. But not before offering to take on the head security bloke if he fancied his chances without his mates to back him up.
Probably my most arsehole moment of the 90s.
Well worth it.
I was waiting at the car when the jubilant dealer & his mates got back. He was so happy we drove into London where he pulled 700 quid out of machines on 3 different cash cards, added it to whatever he had on him & said "tonights on me lads" & shoved piles of notes into our pockets.
We spent the rest of the day & night in Camden & Soho into the early hours, during which a half ounce of resin & a bag of coke appeared.
At one point I woke up in a toilet in a knocking shop above a tattoo parlour somewhere in Soho, staggered into the hallway & bumped into dealer bloke who kindly informed me that I looked like shit & helped me shove half a teaspoon of coke up my hooter. I livened up. Then livened up some more when he introduced me to a redhead in a PVC corset & told me "this is Shelley, have fun man"
I...er...did.
Now THAT was the 90s
I was 29.
If it's true that your life flashes in front of you when you die I hope there's a pause button for that day.
