my away record is long but a bit sparse - there was a 3-1 at Watford when Paul Hart was in charge after the 10 point deduction, progressively more mental in the away end as we went 3-0 up ... and a fine song:
"going down, are we f*ck,
minus ten and staying up" to the tune of Tom Hark.

a 1-0 at Orient b4 the Burnley game was another, but didn't have the party atmosphere and relations with the oppo fans remained cordial

Maybe one to bring back this season.

-6 at the moment though.

I was one those 80 or so. Remember going mental after the goal ad well.
On the special back home I'm sure a fella had a tape recorder and recorded the singing from us after we scored and we kept listening to it most of the journey back
Don't ask me why someone brought a tape recorder to a football match just remember someone did.
Monkey, were you on the special back?

I WAS quite hard core back then, hardly missed an away game, these days Bromley away pre-season friendlies is as far as I can be bothered

Edited by monkey (13 Nov 2017 7.12am)

I was also one of the 80 !
The best game has to be the Wrexham one in 77.2 goals in injury time.The feeling of sheer joy has been hard to beat over the years.
I got punched in the nose by a copper when we scored our second goal; scenes afterwards going back to the station were something else.

I quite like Norwich away. I stay in the Georgian Town House hotel, which gives me what would be a 30 minute walk to the ground. However, there are many pubs on the way, so it takes me a fair bit longer, ending in the beer garden of The Compleat Angler by the ground.

About 10 years ago I recall a woman looking out of the hotel window overlooking the ground, and she was mercilessly chanted at by Palace fans about looking like Pat Butcher from Eastenders. Football humour can be fantastic

After the game, me and missus Hillbilly had walked back to the hotel, only to find that dinner wasn't going to be served until 7pm (I think)
5 minutes walk from the hotel was a park, with a licenced café in it. It was a sunny afternoon so we ordered a jug of sangria on an outside table.
"Oh, I'm sorry", says the waitress, "You must be ordering food if you want alcohol"
"OK", I says "can we have a jug of sangria and a small bowl of nachos, to share ?"

And fair play to the waitress, she guessed we were alright, so took the order. 40 minutes later, back to the hotel for some food, wine and sleep.

And Palace lost.

I disengage, I turn the page.