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Yesterday at Forest i was sat in the front row of their main stand. Bought a bottle of coke at half time and went to put it under the seat and smacked my head on the metal crush barrier. Considering it's solid steel it pinged and now i've got a **** off bruise.:rolleyes:

 

That however doesn't beat my attempt at vaulting the railings next to the King Alfred and landing in a pile in the road. Naturally my first reaction was to get straight up and walk nonchelontly across the road to try to mitigate the embarrassment. But **** did it hurt.

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I caught my finger in the safety catch of a ground to air missile launcher at the Burnley game, I had forgotten I had it with me, I thought it was in my other coat.

 

All that after I had made sure for health and safety reasons that I didn't take my water bottle in with the lid on though, silly me.

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I caught my finger in the safety catch of a ground to air missile launcher at the Burnley game, I had forgotten I had it with me, I thought it was in my other coat.

 

All that after I had made sure for health and safety reasons that I didn't take my water bottle in with the lid on though, silly me.

 

Priceless! :p

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This season I suffered a badly bruised big toe as the anger of a **** team was too much In the end for me as I took a swing at this pedal bin but instead I caught the side of the cupboard. You would think better from a 5th Dan kick expert :-(

 

 

The worse ever would be jumping down from the dell west stand to the players tunnel after almost everyone had left but the coke cans in my carrier bag landed on my head causing me to be knockout for the count.

 

The craziest one I knew about was when we scored a goal once and this guy slipped and sunk his two front teeth into this bald headed bloke sitting in front of him, He showed me the scar on the blokes head a year after it happened.

haha.

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Headed the ball at The Dell about ten years ago when Gabriel Ambroseti tried booting it out of the ground when we played Chelsea. Caught it totally wrong and it smacked right on the top of my head, that f@cking hurt.

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I remember Le Tissier breaking someones glasses when he used to doss about shooting at goal when all the other players were doing the warm up. I think i'm right in saying he payed for a new pair of glasses out of his own pocket.

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Fractured a rib during the celebrations when Baryy Horne scored that screamer aaginast Bolton.

 

Also broke my big toe when I kicked the wall at Coventry when they scored in the last minute to make it one all in the 90's

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I remember Le Tissier breaking someones glasses when he used to doss about shooting at goal when all the other players were doing the warm up. I think i'm right in saying he payed for a new pair of glasses out of his own pocket.

 

I remember Vinny Jones deliberately booting the ball about 50 yards into the face of one of the members of the band. That smashed his glasses! :lol:

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Nothing serious for me but remember the crush on the milton early 90's. I made the mistake of getting to a game early and getting a great spot just in front of one of the metal barriers - great till we scored. Everyone pushed forward and I thought my ribs would break.

 

It got to the stage where I almost hoped we wouldn't score again. Of course this season that wouldn't have been much of a problem.

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Touch wood I've been alright but I can remember my ex missus getting unlucky at Dellhurst when we scored. Up went my arms as I prepared to jump 3 feet in the air but the dozy cow who found the game "boring" wasn't watching and tried to give me a hug at that very moment - caught her square in the jaw, didn't I!

 

Luckily everyone behind who saw it said it was an accident which spared my death at the hands of her would be wrath! That would have been my worst injury had no-one butted in....

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Bank Holiday game at Priestfield, I knocked my big brother off the wall as I threw my arms up celebrating a goal. They had a picture of me on the back page of the local rag, and Mum told him off as he was supposed to looking after me. He's a Skate so probably deserved it.

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Injury 1. Bloke in front of me was hit bit a squeezy sauce bottle thrown from the Brighton fans at an away game in the '80's. ****ing thing discharged tomato sauce all over me. My mate Owen thought it was blood, but when he realised it was sauce, he fell about laughing. I, on the other hand, had to spend the rest of the day (match, train, pub, that night club in Eastleigh) stinking of the stuff.

I have never touched tomato sauce since.

Injury 2. Stopped in a pub on the way home from Coventry, (lost 1-0 i think, maybe the first game of the season?). Pistols came on the juke box, so I jumped on the table to dance & realised the ceiling was only 6.5 feet from the ground. Dented head, double vision & massive headache next day.

 

Happy days !

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Not an injury, but I lost my car keys while celebrating a goal in the Play offs at Pride Park. Didn't realise until I got back to the car. Had to go back to the stadium, which was empty by that stage apart from the stewards. Had to wait around for about 2 hours while the stewards cleared up, at which point I was led down into a little room in the bowels of the ground, where I was presented with my keys. Some kind Saints fan (thank you, if you are reading this) had handed them in. Finally got home about 3am.

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At the Sheff utd game back in February I was diagnosed as suffering from monophobia.

 

That's not really relevent is it Sundance. Perhaps you'll sustain a real injury next season you can tell us about...

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Vomit when my friend projectiled at Soton Central after a day's drinking at Coventry away first game of the season 1999 (Egil's late winner). Most of it went on the platform but a bit of it rebounded on me. Cheers bud. He did it again after a home game later in the season, onto a fruit machine and rebounded onto another friend and it was all over his face and hair!

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That's not really relevent is it Sundance. Perhaps you'll sustain a real injury next season you can tell us about...

 

Is that a prediction?

 

Also, like Ponty I have had a bad case of indigestion a while ago and back in the good old days of no bottle tops allowed a young fellow gave me very wet feet by kicking over his full bottle of coke as he arose to applaud the team on the pitch.

 

Those hotdogs can be an assault on your insides so I think that counts don't you?

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Is that a prediction?

 

Also, like Ponty I have had a bad case of indigestion a while ago and back in the good old days of no bottle tops allowed a young fellow gave me very wet feet by kicking over his full bottle of coke as he arose to applaud the team on the pitch.

 

Those hotdogs can be an assault on your insides so I think that counts don't you?

 

I can remember someone in the West Stand throwing a burger at Ian Wright when he was in full flight. I can also remember a random Saints fan in the Milton late 80s going demented at Steve Foster of Luton (ex-Skate) and throwing loads of pound coins at him at every set piece.

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Vomit when my friend projectiled at Soton Central after a day's drinking at Coventry away first game of the season 1999 (Egil's late winner). Most of it went on the platform but a bit of it rebounded on me. Cheers bud. He did it again after a home game later in the season, onto a fruit machine and rebounded onto another friend and it was all over his face and hair!

 

That reminds me of Norwich away and we were in Weatherspoons (i think it was the weatherspoons anyway) and there's like an upstairs bit with a balcony. A ****ed up friend threw up over the balcony onto a group of girls sat below. Cue a very speedy exit.

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Is that a prediction?

 

Also, like Ponty I have had a bad case of indigestion a while ago and back in the good old days of no bottle tops allowed a young fellow gave me very wet feet by kicking over his full bottle of coke as he arose to applaud the team on the pitch.

 

Those hotdogs can be an assault on your insides so I think that counts don't you?

I think it was a combination of the anxiety, the fizzy lager and the greasy food. I couldn't even enjoy my post-match pint.

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broke my back in a serious car crash driving back from midweek Fulham FA cup game. Didn't even get to see the game in the ground as the bastards shut the gates early claiming the ground was full despite it quite obviously being half empty.

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I caught my finger in the safety catch of a ground to air missile launcher at the Burnley game, I had forgotten I had it with me, I thought it was in my other coat.

 

All that after I had made sure for health and safety reasons that I didn't take my water bottle in with the lid on though, silly me.

 

Some of those safety catches can be lethal if they catch your finger. You had a lucky escape there...

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About 30 years ago at the old Goldstone Ground somebody threw a (smallish) plank of wood out of the ground as we walked past the stands at the end of the game & it struck my father on the back of the head. He thought the bloke behind had hit him and rounded on him, and an unseemly fracas was only avoided when somebody else picked up the piece of wood and convinced him that that was what hit him

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If you remember those rattles seen in the sixties and earlier, I was given a wooden one by a neighbour, but my dad wouldn't let me take it to a Div 1 game as they were all pretty much packed out then.

 

However, the Reserves then got to the Combination Cup final (1969) and thinking it would be empty we took it only to find us in a gate of over 20,000. Out it came and with the first twirl I caught the guy in front, cutting his head open. Lucky my Dad was a big bugger, as this guy wanted a scrap. I was 10.

 

I've been bitten twice by police dogs. Anderlecht away, sitting on the perimeter fence waving a union flag, as the teams came out and after the 7th went in at Watford and we got into their section. :smt075

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