I love every Wycombe game : the anticipation, the emotional highs and lows (always too high / always too low - sorry Gaz), the post match dissection etc etc.
That said the shock of the visceral atmosphere at Brisbane Rd this time last year at full time and the look on Blooms face was terrible to behold, I never want to experience that again.
Some absolute shocking home match against Swindon, with one of the most awful striker displays AGAINST Wycombe I’ve ever seen. Just to find out soon after we had signed him. Oh yes, the Onionbarjee.
I always say that it’s almost better to miss a win than a loss. With a loss, I’ve processed my negative emotions during the game when I’ve seen it. If we win, I’m happy even if I didn’t actually see the game
A fantastic slice of old Gasroom nostalgia! An almost Dylan-esque protest song, aside from the obvious difference it was being sung in tune.
Re: the post you tagged me in, the Sunderland play-off final was fine until the game kicked off. Rather like the Fleetwood FA Cup "giant killing" after a fine old road trip to the Fylde peninsula and trip to the fantastic Strawberry Gardens pub, we were on the receiving end of against a team that vastly outspent us. Not that was any excuse for how utterly abject we were, we were lucky to get nil and probably deserved to have minus goals for Elliot Benyon's unbelievable miss near the bitter end of that game.
My personal offering that hasn't been mentioned yet was my first ever away game, away at Luton Town on 9th January 1999. Infamous for a struggling team with next to rock-bottom morale being on the wrong end of a shoeing, their keeper Kelvin Davis getting away with a pitiful yellow card for a foul on Jocky McSporran that even Harald Schumacher would have been appalled by, Wycombe going down to 9 men and 3-0 down before getting a sympathy penalty from the craven ref for a frankly pathetic dive by Keith Scott. After the game, sympathy was in short supply for our manager Neil Smillie who was sent packing by one Mr. I.L. Beeks. I struggle to remember too many more depressing games than the one on that grim afternoon, but I utterly fell in love with following the Blues around the country all the same.
As crap as that game was, it was blessed relief from having done my knee ligaments serious damage after falling into a ditch avoiding a car that was nowhere near me while walking home from a NYE party at a mate's in Speen. When it became obvious that I wouldn't be seen at A&E (back in those halcyon days when the government saw fit to provide the Wycombe District with that courtesy) before being picked up to go to the game, I left the queue and went to the game to try my luck again in the evening. Celebrating Craig Faulconbridge's last minute equaliser (that was then disallowed) probably added a few weeks to my recovery...
Stockport away in the play offs. Arrived at half time thanks to that M6 debacle.
0-6 at home to Huddersfield. Left about the hour mark which is not something I’ve ever done before but it was shocking. The final straw was a break in play for an injury, Huddersfield players passing some balls around to stay warm and the Wycombe players just standing around chatting. Amateurish at best. Then there’s that image of Waddock grinning on Sky whilst the scoreline shows 0-6.
Waddocks final game in charge at home to Wimbledon which coincided with the 125 year anniversary. A pitiful 1-0 defeat.
Cheltenham away on Boxing Day under Ainsworth. A 4-0 defeat.
Dagenham away at the start of the Ainsworth reign. A 3-0 defeat and a bizarre 45 min cameo from a youth striker (Ollie Taylor?) before being hauled off at half time.
Bristol Rovers at home, the week before the Torquay match.
Luton at home when it finally looked like we would beat them at AP. They scored twice at the end to win 2-1.
Sunderland away in January 2020. The only Wycombe game I took my ex-girlfriend too (she's was at uni in Durham). 3-0 down after 15 minutes, and I don't think we created a chance all game
Orient away last season was shocking
There was a home game against Accrington that finished 0-0 in about 2013 that was possibly the worst game of football ever played
I’m definitely in the camp of not regretting at being at any of ‘memorable’ rubbish performances I’ve been at over the years, as defines what it means to be a supporter.
Thinking about it though, would probably pick out a defeat at Stockport, just after the league cup semi final.
I don’t remember anything about it apart from that we lost 2-0 and waiting for the train home wondering why I bothered going on a cold day in January when the team couldn’t help being on a come down post league cup!
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But I really don’t think I can ever wish I hadn’t seen a Wycombe game (even the life-traumatising M£t P@“!c£ game).
I do think having experienced the lows does make the highs that much richer.
I love every Wycombe game : the anticipation, the emotional highs and lows (always too high / always too low - sorry Gaz), the post match dissection etc etc.
That said the shock of the visceral atmosphere at Brisbane Rd this time last year at full time and the look on Blooms face was terrible to behold, I never want to experience that again.
Hard to believe that game took place less than a year ago.
Some absolute shocking home match against Swindon, with one of the most awful striker displays AGAINST Wycombe I’ve ever seen. Just to find out soon after we had signed him. Oh yes, the Onionbarjee.
I actually thought he
I thought he was really good against us in that game, I remember it as we couldn't handle him?
I always say that it’s almost better to miss a win than a loss. With a loss, I’ve processed my negative emotions during the game when I’ve seen it. If we win, I’m happy even if I didn’t actually see the game
Bloody hell, now there's a dilemma. Would I swap with you? Toss of a coin.
A fantastic slice of old Gasroom nostalgia! An almost Dylan-esque protest song, aside from the obvious difference it was being sung in tune.
Re: the post you tagged me in, the Sunderland play-off final was fine until the game kicked off. Rather like the Fleetwood FA Cup "giant killing" after a fine old road trip to the Fylde peninsula and trip to the fantastic Strawberry Gardens pub, we were on the receiving end of against a team that vastly outspent us. Not that was any excuse for how utterly abject we were, we were lucky to get nil and probably deserved to have minus goals for Elliot Benyon's unbelievable miss near the bitter end of that game.
My personal offering that hasn't been mentioned yet was my first ever away game, away at Luton Town on 9th January 1999. Infamous for a struggling team with next to rock-bottom morale being on the wrong end of a shoeing, their keeper Kelvin Davis getting away with a pitiful yellow card for a foul on Jocky McSporran that even Harald Schumacher would have been appalled by, Wycombe going down to 9 men and 3-0 down before getting a sympathy penalty from the craven ref for a frankly pathetic dive by Keith Scott. After the game, sympathy was in short supply for our manager Neil Smillie who was sent packing by one Mr. I.L. Beeks. I struggle to remember too many more depressing games than the one on that grim afternoon, but I utterly fell in love with following the Blues around the country all the same.
As crap as that game was, it was blessed relief from having done my knee ligaments serious damage after falling into a ditch avoiding a car that was nowhere near me while walking home from a NYE party at a mate's in Speen. When it became obvious that I wouldn't be seen at A&E (back in those halcyon days when the government saw fit to provide the Wycombe District with that courtesy) before being picked up to go to the game, I left the queue and went to the game to try my luck again in the evening. Celebrating Craig Faulconbridge's last minute equaliser (that was then disallowed) probably added a few weeks to my recovery...
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Macclesfield 2008 evening game.
Had a horrendous day working in Hemel, raced over to Wycombe in worsening snow, parked up and ran to the ground 20 mins late.
Just as everyone was walking out after it was abandoned.
Stockport away in the play offs. Arrived at half time thanks to that M6 debacle.
0-6 at home to Huddersfield. Left about the hour mark which is not something I’ve ever done before but it was shocking. The final straw was a break in play for an injury, Huddersfield players passing some balls around to stay warm and the Wycombe players just standing around chatting. Amateurish at best. Then there’s that image of Waddock grinning on Sky whilst the scoreline shows 0-6.
Waddocks final game in charge at home to Wimbledon which coincided with the 125 year anniversary. A pitiful 1-0 defeat.
Cheltenham away on Boxing Day under Ainsworth. A 4-0 defeat.
Dagenham away at the start of the Ainsworth reign. A 3-0 defeat and a bizarre 45 min cameo from a youth striker (Ollie Taylor?) before being hauled off at half time.
Bristol Rovers at home, the week before the Torquay match.
Luton at home when it finally looked like we would beat them at AP. They scored twice at the end to win 2-1.
I must have been at this game, but somehow i've no recollection of it at all.
Speen must be the lowest point on planet Earth, uphill in every direction on your way out.
0-0 bore draw away to Swindon on a freezing cold Boxing Day. Can’t remember the year but have a feeling it was during Smiths time as manager.
That was actually one of the better 0-0 draws I’ve been to. It was extremely cold yes but I don’t think it was a bore draw.
Most people would have gladly forgotten about it, though I'm guessing most people will have pretty vivid memories of their first away game.
Speen is one of the highest villages in Bucks (at least it may have been that evening by the end of the party).
Friday night decision to get on the coach to Huddersfield away.
4 hours each way, dull game 0-0, Danny Senda red card. Brilliant stuff.
Sunderland away in January 2020. The only Wycombe game I took my ex-girlfriend too (she's was at uni in Durham). 3-0 down after 15 minutes, and I don't think we created a chance all game
Orient away last season was shocking
There was a home game against Accrington that finished 0-0 in about 2013 that was possibly the worst game of football ever played
I had a spell where I'd play for a Saturday team kicking off 2pm or 2.30pm often at Fernie Fields a couple of miles from the ground.
Not driving at that age, I'd have to beg one of our players to hurry up and change and drop me off near the ground.
I'd often get about 20-25mins max, usually see no goals, and then have a long trek home. Can't quite remember what I did with the bag full of kit!
50-50 whether that was worth it!
Sounds good to me. 👍👍
I’m definitely in the camp of not regretting at being at any of ‘memorable’ rubbish performances I’ve been at over the years, as defines what it means to be a supporter.
Thinking about it though, would probably pick out a defeat at Stockport, just after the league cup semi final.
I don’t remember anything about it apart from that we lost 2-0 and waiting for the train home wondering why I bothered going on a cold day in January when the team couldn’t help being on a come down post league cup!
You were there too? 😂