Not sure if this quite fits in but this is a story from my dad.

"remember a Wigan fixture against Bradford in the eighties. I think it was in Feb and might have been a Challenge cup tie. I can't quite remember. It was frosty but Wigan had recently installed undersoil heating and so I was convinced the game would be on. I remember approaching Central Park at the kop end turnstiles and there wasn't a soul around. As I approached the ground the gates were open and so I walked onto the kop wondering what was going on. There was nobody on the ground! It was a weird experience. I must have been the only person in Wigan who hadn't heard that the game had been cancelled. Although the pitch was ok, the game had been cancelled because of safety on the terraces. Was I the only one who hadn't heard that it had been postponed?."

When ar wur a lad I was at scout camp at Bramhope. My mate and me decided to go watch Bradford against Bramley in the Yorkshire cup (1992/93 maybe?) so we started walking out past the airport until my trainers fell apart. We managed to find a shop and bought some sellatape and I managed to wrap it around what was left of my trainers and we carried on walking.

Being a sunday no buses were forthcoming so we ended up walking all the way to Odsal and falling in with the doors at about 12. Must have been about 13 miles. The journey was only rendered bearable by reading the sunday sports scoop on some sort of human breasted cat.

I hadn't heard.

My mum fell over in the car park at HKR in 1992 and broke her ankle, but we were late for kick off and my dad and I had gone in! We shouted encouragement to get up and get in for the game through the fence!

She did and we found out it was broken AFTER the game!

Not really us that had trouble getting to the game but mum did!

We won 22-6 for the record, dead foggy I remember.

All well in the end!!!

Went to the France-England game in June, got in from a night's drinking in Bastilles with some Quins fans at 4am with our flight to Liverpool leaving at 10am - landed at Liverpool at 2ish, drank 2 litres of Lucozade (with added Ibuprufen) and drove like hell to the LSV, only to see Gateshead stick 40 odd past us. Cost me 50 quid extra to fly back in time for the game instead of spending the afternoon in Paris!