WEMBERRRRRRRLY

Yes guys this is it! The third and final part of our awesome weekend. Anyway, Dave and I had only had about an hours sleep unlike Sam who had a fair amount! Anyway still reeling from the night before and feeling completely crap we leave my house at about 9am for the bus. I wanted to get there early should we encounter problems with the tickets. We go to Somerfield first to get some recovery supplies. In my case a Ginsters pasty and a Red Bull.

We get the bus to the station. Upon arrival to the station we head over to the ticket office where the cashier alerts us to the fact that as we are travelling as a threesome (not that 3sum guys) we would get discounted train fare. This made us somewhat happy. As a bunch of poor bloggers, any savings that we could find would be welcomed. We get the 10am train direct to Waterloo, well I say direct, we come across yet another mare! Someone in Swaythling station (which is like Poppleton to York) had died whilst crossing the track. He had electrocuted himself somehow (confirmed on South Today a few days ago.) This meant we had to head towards Fareham which is towards Portsmouth. Now my geography is not the strongest in ever but I can tell you, we were heading the wrong way. Eventually, we head off towards London and all is well. During the trip we give it the YCFC chants as per usual and gradually we get to London. Sam decides to take a few cheeky snaps of Big Ben and the London Eye. This was his first visit to London would you believe it?!?!

At Waterloo, we head off straight to the Underground where I warn Sam of the pitfalls of staying on the left of the escalators! Watching burly Southerners run past would have served as sufficient warning though i suspect. On the train taking us towards London Marleybone, we came across this weird guy who was asking us whether this was the train we wanted. We just pointed to our YCFC shirts and said we dont have a clue. Sadly he was next to us and kept on talking to himself. He was a rather dodgy fellow to be honest. The three of us look at eachother in bemusement and do our best not to laugh until we get to Marleybone. We get there and a state of confusion falls upon us. We head over to the overground section and we think we see our train. We run around for a bit trying to fathom out if this is indeed our train. Eventually, thanks to an elderly woman we figure out it is our train. We get on it and we see several Stevenage fans and the odd splattering of YCFC. We give it the chants again in an attempt to rally the troops. Sadly nobody was upto the task. We arrive at Wembley Station and OH MY WORD! We are over awed by the view of Wembley. It is a beautiful piece of architecture. That arch is rather orgasmic (this could be the civil engineer in me.)

As we exit the station, guess who we see bumbling past us!!. Yes thats right, the same mad man we saw on the trip to Marleybone. Somewhat stalkerish wont you agree. Blatantly a Stevenage fan though. We walk down Wembley way and head under some bridge. On the wall we noted a mosaic picture of Michael Jackson along with other notable people. Dave and I decide to have our photos taken next to the legend (closest we will get as we wot be going to the live shows!!) We continue on our way and think about buying flags and scarves but we decide to save our money for beer and programmes. First thing is first though, we had to go and check out and see if we would be allowed into Wembley due to lack of tickets. We head over to the East stand where York City representatives were based. I explain my situation to the cashier there. She asks me for my details and she goes over to talk to her superior. Sam, Dave and I huddle up praying and hoping that we would be allowed in. Suddenly she comes back with 3 tickets in her hand. RESULT! We are allowed in. Not only that, but we got upgraded to CLUB WEMBLEY seats. We totally jizzed in our pants when we realised. This meant that it was easier to get to beers and we would have comfy seats. Also, the tickets had a face value of £40 and we only paid £30. We were each a tenner up! Happy days! We get in, take some photos and buy bottles of Becks and head off to our seats. We are sat there in our seats and then Yorks anthem blasts out the sound system. All 3 of us in unison all sing out our hearts "CITY AT WEMBLEY, CITY AT WEMBLEY, CITY AT WEMBLEYYYYYY."

At 2pm, the match kicks off. In fairness, we should have got something grom the match. Despite what reports say Stevenage were not all over us. We had some of the better chances. Most notably in the 1st minute. However as the game wore on, they gradually got into the match and they scored 2 damaging goals. Our motto for the match was, win or lose, there will be beers. We lost, so we bought beers! However just after half time, the 3 of us had a moral victory. Behind us were a couple of guys with this flag draped over several seats. It was indeed a YCFC flag. It had not seen the light of day since promotion of '93. We took a few photos and sang the legend song at the owners of said flag!

After the match, we headed back into London. Sam wanted to do a bit of sightseeing. Sadly we were unable to see much as you really need a full day or so to enjoy the fruits of our capital. We were able to see the Eye properly as well as the Houses of Parliament. Sam was particularly drawn to the Duck tours. This was a bus that also went along the Thames showing you around London properly. Sadly we had to book in advance to get on. We decide enough is enough and we head back into Waterloo station for a Burger King. Now this in itself was an experience! I ordered a super XL Bacon Double Cheeseburger meal. Now the guy at the til clearly mis heard me but thankfully the man in charge picked up my order. He went on to check the guys work to notice his mistake. What ensued afterwards was quite hilarious. The boss winds up being quite short with the poor guy barking orders at him basically making him feel quite small. I found it to be an over reaction in all honesty. We wound up eating our meals and getting the train back to Southampton. When we get to Southampton (with no delays thankfully) we head straight back to my house to chill out. We attack the rest of Alcohol in Emergency (bought the night before/morning.) We each have a few glasses of Vodka and Coke before we decide to head off to Jesters. Jesters is a nightclub in Southampton which was voted by FHM as the worst club in the UK if not Europe!

Before leaving my house,we also messed about on the computer for a bit. A wee bit of Facebook and Youtubing and eventually we wind up on badgerbadgerbadger.com. This lead us to invent the following song

City city city city city city city city city city city city FA Trophy. This went on for a while and we sang it on the way down to the Palace of Dreams (Jesters.)

Upon arrival into Jesters, we all took note of the rather pungent smell, however the guys thought it was betetr than Galwa, which of course it is. Later on Sam tells me he wants to try out these famous Jesticles that I had told them about. We queue up waiting for a while and eventually get them. For some reason, they did not seem to have the usual kick that they usually do. Maybe it was the fact I was surrounded by Yorkshire folk and my tolerance automatically goes up. Who knows. Sam then decides to go for a tab and we follow him out. Well I say we follow him out but I somehow managed to "pull" some lass. We spent a bit of time talking and "dancing" and I urged Dave to get with her mate. I say this due to the fact that I saw her say "he wont dance with me" and looked rather dejected, Dave never picks up IOI's (indicators of interests to my non pick up peeps.)

After a spot of more dancing, we head over to a seated area indoors where we meet some of the biggest legends ever! I ask them if I can nick one of their seats to which they said yes and we wind up talking to them. We give it the legend song purely for the seat loan and off starts a friendship!!! One of the guys, who we called wrestling dude, taught us the following song

"I placed my hand upon her toe, yo ho! (yo ho!)
I placed my hand upon her toe, yo ho! (yo ho!)
I placed my hand upon her toe
You're drunk! You're drunk! You're way too low!
Get in, get out, quit fucking about! Yo ho, yo ho, yo ho! (Yo ho!)"

After this, it gets a bit hazy is all honesty. I remember exchanging chuck norris quotes and then somehow moving on to talking about wrestling. This is where we find out that wrestling dude is part of the SWA. This is where he got the name Wrestling dude by the way. SWA is the Southern Wrestling Alliance. Wrestling dude offered to take us to Fratton which is where it was based and give us basic lessons. At the time in our drunken mess we agreed to do it. Also we felt it would have been the perfect ending to an unbelievable weekend. We parted ways at the exit and we stumbled off home. When we got home, we deliberated with Sam whether he would be ok with travelling back so late and having his job affected. This boy is one stubborn fool. We went to bed agreeing we would do it.

When we woke up eventually, we were still certain we were going to do this. It was not until we get to the station to meet Wrestling dude that Dave starts thinking about money. He and Sam decide to catch a train straight back to York. They hurriedly buy their tickets and dash off quickly to try and get to the train. I head off telling Wrestling guy we cant make it as Sam and Dave had to go back. Two seconds later I get a call of Dave saying they missed the train and have to wait 30 mins for the next and if we wanted to do wrestling again. Dave was keen but also not at the same time. Sam was buzzing and I could tell he wanted to do it. Much like I did but the head ruled the heart and we parted ways. Me heading off to watch the rest of the Spanish Grand Prix and Sam and Dave going home.

Well guys this weekend has been an experience. The Yorkshire invasion was well worth the copious amounts of money we all spent. Over the Summer I want to try and top this weekend. It will be hard but Goddamnit we will try. Blogging these fun times make me miss them and wish they were coming up now. Today is the Lynx Bullet Launch Party in Manchester. Had it been due to funds or lack there of, we would have been there. By that I mean Dave and I of course. Sam is taken afterall hahahaha! I am home on June 10th anyway seeing as I have things to do. Most notably needing to sort out a Summer job. Would love the job at Atkins to be honest. Would be an amazing experience much like Corus but well thats another blog entry to be honest. Anyway thats it for now. TCL and DUD Rock all have blogged their way through their time down here. All of us have our own version of what happened. Worth reading to be honest.

Big Love to you all

xxx