at half time we watched a forty year old female wire fan carrying a full four pint holder back to her seat. the problem was that she had already had a skinful and couldn't remember where she was sat. by the time she had called whoever on her mobile she had spilled three and a half pints on the floor ( about £14.00) - priceless!

P.M me the pictures then.

Was a elderly gent with a top on, with all the CC finals he had been

1950
...(dont remember...)
1974.
1991
2009

on front and on back.

I was there!

There's someone who would have alot of stories.

Similar one, or maybe the same (as the OPs) in Block 504, row 24 (the row in front of me). He was pretty good actually, got our area rocking a few times when we were starting to flag.

Not as bad as you, but I lost my 12 year old outside the Greyhound after the game. We decided to head for the train but, as usual, he was in his own little world and thought we were all off to the toilets. Mild panic when we realised he was not with us so I stayed where I was by the road, one of us carried on towards the station and the other walked back to where we had been stood.

He then pops out of the crowd right in front of me and calm as you like asked if we'd already been to the toilet or not!

The year Saints beat wigan at Cardiff he would have been about 7 and I lost him there too. Got a phone call from the wife, who had stayed at home, at about midnight asking where he was and I had absolutely no idea, though in my drunken state I had absolutely no idea where I was either. She read the riot act to me and I was bricking it until she explained that I was in a hotel (we had been planning to come home but a few of us were the worse for wear) and the lad was staying with the family we had gone with as their mum was sober. Their mum had phoned the wife 5 minutes earlier.

The thing that sticks in my mind is the number of coach spotters in the coach park near the east stand. They were all fat middle aged balding (single) men busily scribbling each number down as we pulled in. I must be missing something

Yeah i noticed them. At first i thought it was someone from the Warrington Guardian taking some pics.

Back at the Hotel on Saturday night my wife and myself had a meal and a few more drinks to celebrate.The Waitress brought me a pint of Lager and the wife had a glass of Champagne. As she put them on the Table she spilt them both over my lap and covered me in Ale. she was really apologetic and amazed when I told her that nothing could possibly upset me and I actually invited her to spill another one over me. Just for good measure we also gave her a decent tip.

Seeing Wardy bounce down at least 15 steps on his backside was hilarious

Walked past that Team Robbo (Luke Robinson's sister, fiance and annoying friends) outside the ground.

Our kid went to the ladies' on her own and managed to somehow get lost. After standing round outside the ladies' toilets for about ten minutes looking a bit of a prick, she came running up sobbing her eyes out, with a woman in a 'Wire at Wembley' shirt and a female steward. They found her outside the Gents', as she'd assumed I'd gone to the toilet, too. Turned out the woman was the tutor at a First Aid Course I was on. Small world.

Also, desperate for a pee and not wanting to lose her again, I peed into an empty pintpot in a corner of the gents' loos.
"We're not in orford now, lad" someone quipped.
"I know," I said, "that's why I'm ing in the cup, not on the floor."

And, we won the Challenge Cup!

Now The Wire!

Where to start:

* Almost totalling my car on the M6 after some Dingleberry in a white van decided to slam his brakes on for no reason on the motorway.

* Talking in a pub in Watford to a guy with a Yorkshire accent going on about how his team are going to get battered without realising he was wearing a Wire T-Shirt

(It was a long drive to Watford!)

* Seeing Wembley Stadium from the train on the way to Euston Station.

* Hearing someone shouting my name about 3 times, and after looking around, I saw DJ Birchy legging it towards me!!



* Running to the toilet in the hotel room as I was desperate for a dump, but not stopping to realise that the curtains on the window were not drawn, and a group of people in the building opposite were watching my every move and cheering.



* Getting two chavs the telling off of their lives from a relative by "inadvertantly" pressing the STOP button on the shuttle bus from the Skolars game (they'd already done it twice and were warned not to do it again!).



* Seeing one of our party stand in disbelief on Kings Cross underground as two of us board a underground train to head towards Aldgate East. The idea was to board it with us!!



* Wetherspoons breakfast on Saturday morning. Great way to start the day, great way to off the dietitian though.

* Train journey down to Wembley Central, taking in the atmosphere of the streets outside the station, full of RL fans.

* Trying to trek up that hill to get to the Green Man pub. I swear I'm going to need an inhaler soon! Atmosphere in there was fantastic, fans mingling everywhere, light hearted banter and plenty of changing. Plus managed to meet a few people from off here, even if it seemed that they didn't want to meet me!



* Doing the Wembley walk and trotting up the concourse steps and seeing the stadium in all it's glory. Never gets tired, even if it was my third visit.

* Having a great bit of banter with a Saints fan sitting next to me and some Hudds fans in the row in front.

* Being extremely emotional at the end of the game, so much so I cried on one of my mates shoulders

, before sending a text to about 50 odd people simply saying "WHOO HOO! GET THE **** IN THERE!

".

* Seeing Lee Briers finally get his hands on some silverware. My god, he's not half deserved it!!

* Getting a wave off some of the Wire players as they did a lap of honour as I was the only Wire fan left in my the part of the stadium and it wasn't difficult to spot me.



* The homecoming (despite the rain).

* Knowing that we will be known as the "Defending Challenge Cup holders" for the next 12 months!

* All the pictures that have appeared on Facebook over the last few days showing people having a cracking weekend!

Got to the top of Olympic Way (Wembley way in old money) and they had some Sweaty Sock wearing a skirt (Kilt) playing "When The Saints Go marching In"

When we questioned him he said he thought it was Saints vs Leeds playing

Coming out of the tube station at the top of Wembley Way and asking one of the undergound workers for directions to the Stadium...!!

Some random local kicked off in the Euston Flyer pub at Saturday lunch time, smashing a big stack of pint glasses and then punching in two front door windows, more than a little to the surprise of the dozens of RL fans in there at the time. Whatever the bird at the bar had said to him, he wasn't happy.

Walked past there on the way to Euston Station and saw the damage.

My first fear was that it was some RL fan who had done it.

Our fear was that RL fans would get the blame. Was still picking glass out of my shoes on Wembley Way.

Had to add this little jewel I found on an older thread. How wrong was he???...

a coach full of west ham fans pulled in at the services and asked me who the hell we were, i told him we were all off to wembley to watch the rugby league challenge cup and one said they had never seen so many fans in a service station and all the blokes are massive... he said when they first pulled on they were tin themselves when they saw all the coaches with flags etc....anyway i saw em 5 minutes later on my way back out havin a right laugh with a bunch of wire wans all in fancy dress.

all the young wire fans stopping david gest at warwick for photos whilst he was trying to get in the "rest room" for a pish

I told one that we were the Millwall supporters Northern Branch, then showed him the No One Likes Us flag.

Who the bleedin hell in the right mind would want there photo taken with this cretin.....

That guy's from Warrington, he's bin in our school. He must have been winding you up. By the way he was playing "Oh Warrington..is wonderful...."

The bloke who took a cab back to his hotel (the Columbia, Lancaster Gate) and, for a trip that was about the same as Central Station to the Borough Arms, paid the princely sum of .............. £28.

He'd been on it most of the night mind you.

On the way back up the M1 we were listening to Radio 1 and someone requested Muse Hysteria, topped the day off very nicely - I wish they still came out to that at the HJ.

That is being used in my sig.