Most Embarrassing Moment Supporting Watford

No, I don't mean the communal flag waving at Wembley at 6-0 down as that would be most people's. What's the most embarrassing moment you've had personally?

For me, it's between two. At the Nigel Gibbs testimonial (1-1 vs QPR?) it was only the East Stand open. I didn't really understand the concept of friendlies at the time so made an impassioned plea to the ref over some minor decision but my voice did that thing that happens when you're in your earlyish teens and went very high then low then high again, leading to a whole bunch of people around me mimicking it with a "oooo-uuurrrr-oooo" kind of sound.

The other would be a couple of years later and have forgotten the opposition but one of our defenders clearly handled in the box and before I could stop it, I'd shouted "handball!" even whilst sat there fully bedecked in Watford colours. Ref gave the pen, and I was subject to numerous withering looks from people towards the back of the North Stand. Luckily no-one mistook me for an away fan as it was clear I was just an idiot.

 

Steve Palmer v Preston. He had a go from about 35 yards and I could see what was coming as he approached the ball. On his approach I stood up in exasperation and shouted “FFS Palmer not from there” and it bulleted in the top corner.

Think we lost 3-2 if anyone remembers the game and we may have been 2 up.

 

Not having a go at you or anyone in particular, but I wish people would give that a rest. Is that really any more "embarrassing" than fans singing "We'll support you evermore" when their team gets relegated without a fight? Seem to remember Leeds fans doing it when their team effectively crashed out of the Premiership after Bolton humiliated them 4-1 and that's much worse than losing 6-0 in an FA Cup final to one of the best club teams in history.

 

^ flag waver

 

Caught the ball at QPR in the upper tier, threw it towards the corner flag as it was a corner to us, hit a cameraman square on his lens.
Hid for a while.

 

At the Kennel away I tried to lead a chant, I wanted to shout "Give me a W..."

But because of the endless shouting throughout the match my dry throat failed me at the wrong moment, I'd just shouted very loud "Give me a double" and no other sound came out.

 

Were we on the road to doing the double over them?

 

Drunkenly told Richard lee to his face that he was a great keeper but that I could never get his name on the back of my shirt as keepers are all a bit weird!

 

*Let a flare off during the last game of the season....















*I didn’t

 

Walking back to the pub after we beat Fulham 5-0 away, singing with my arms spread out and walked straight into a lampost. Proper connected with my face and everyone around burst out laughing including a couple of coppers.

 

Once the opposition had a free kick about 30 yards out, with Damien Francis not part of the wall but guarding the space on the edge of the box albeit not marking anyone.

Shouted out a few times such as "Francis what are you doing" "Mark up" etc

The opposition took the free kick which went straight to Francis who cleared it up the field first touch. Felt like such a mug and everyone laughed at me.

 

I once tried to throw a hot dog at stan collymore but it was such a feeble effort it didnt even make the pitch. That was the end of my missile throwing career.

Obviously in footballing terms the utter humiliation of a world record 6-0 cup final defeat is comfortably the most embarrassing moment, especially when you factor in the masses of braindead watford fans furiously waving their flags as the goals rained in. We're an utter laughing stock. If any fanbase deserved that thrashing, it was ours.

 

I once hit a West Ham fan in the Rookery with half a pie in the face from about 20 feet. He was giving in large after they scored and it caught him right in the cheek, stopping him midway through an arms out "come on then" gesture. Pie juice left dripping down his face and a change in bravado, where his body language showed he was a little bit more unsure of his situation.

I am possibly the worst darts player in history, so it was genuinely quite a special moment for me.

 

I did exactly this years before when Wilf Rostron scored a last minute winner in a 3-2 at home to Aston Villa.

Early in the first season of the new backpass rule, which I was very enthusiastic about, I loudly claimed for a Watford free kick when an opposition goalie picked up the ball. Unfortunately the defender had headed it to him.

 

Walking to VR one Saturday for a game with Wolves in the mid '90s I had wondered why it was so quiet.
When I arrived I realised the reason,the game was the next day!

 

I remember the Wilf goal.
John Newman lost his hat. It was covered in plaster if anyone has seen it?!

 

Before I gave it back I'd need to know now, know now, could he love it again?

 

- When me and @Cassetti's Beard decided last minute to go to Millwall at home but the only seats left were in the family stand. We rock up and we're literally 1 seat away from the barrier to the away fans. Oh joy. Ah well, we're not gonna be mouthing off so probably won't attract attention from the rowdy savages next to us. Cue a guy coming and taking the seat next to us and then mouthing off for the entire first half, chucking ****** signs at the Millwall fans whenever possible and generally riling up the away fans. So much so that he got moved/kicked out at half-time and we had to endure a half of "where's your boyfriend gone" from the mob. Fantastic.

- The time at Brentford away where I had to do a poo in a co-op car-park.

 

Liverpool away, the Mooney 1 - 0. We got stuck in traffic on the way up and as a result couldn't find anywhere to park, we ended up going through the turnstiles as the goal was scored and missed it.

Shortly after we got in there was a pretty soft foul given against us, a minute later an obviously foul challenge by them right in front of us but nothing given. As I do from time to time I rose to my feet to point this error out to the ref, as he was follically challenged I opted for - 'That's alright then is it you bald c*nt'.

Only then did I notice the very bald man in the seat in front of me also rising to his feet, he turned out to be quite a bit larger than I would have given him credit for when he was seated. He turned to me with an enquiring look, close on eye level even with him being a row down. Fortunately after me quickly explaining that it obviously wasn't aimed at him etc.... we managed to have a chuckle about it. I chose not to use his hairstyle when providing further feedback to ref later in the game.

I am also now bald, must be karma!

 

Enduring image, isn’t it?

 

I would not call that embarrassing, I would call that class.

 

Back in the 90s, I think we were playing Crewe (we lost). At one point I was overcome with indifference to that match I rushed onto the pitch and scuttled around under the Crewe keeper's legs. The media reported it as a cat on the pitch, which was as insulting as it was inaccurate. They had to call a local zookeeper to eventually remove me. I still remember being grabbed by the tail in front of the Rookery end, much to the mockery of the crowd.

As I was removed from the pitch I emptied my bowels.

 

It would have been impolite to not to have done so.

 

Yeovil away nil nil in the rescheduled Tuesday night game. I was trying to find out the team on my phone and walked into a lamppost, while everyone was making their way to the ground. Everyone turned to look at what the loud clang was.

 

This has become a poo thread all of a sudden...

 

My language can get a bit industrial during a game and very few people renew their season tickets after one season of sitting next to me.

One year there was a woman and her daughter who had to endure my rants. Towards the end of the season, I went to the School Parents Evening for my step-daughter. Turns out the woman was her English teacher. She didn't renew for the following season either.

 

About 25 years ago on the terraces at Oxford I threw up over myself and the chap in front of me (who took it remarkably well) as the teams ran out on to the pitch. I think we drew 1-1

 

Didn’t think Andre Gray was playing for us back then?

 

Not quite as bad as that, but I once bought a hot dog on the terrace at the Shay in the 70s and immediately dropped a huge stream of ketchup down the front of my jeans, which I had to wear all the way back on the train to Birmingham, where I was at Uni.

 

I think projectile vomiting over the back of a stranger trumps that! I'd eaten some seafood that I'd bought from a van outside the pre-match pub (nice). One minute I was ok, the next I was sweating and light-headed, then.... whoosh! I felt physically fine almost immediately afterwards and stayed to watch the game - with people forming a 'socially distanced' ring around me.

 

2-3, SP's last goal for us.
Mooney got the other goal.
Part way through that run when GT's season fell apart after such a great start.

 

Bit of a rude way of referring to your friend