Was that section 518, east stand by any chance? Because if not, we had a similar bloke...

There was a Wire fan not far from me who was a bit worse for wear who kept shouting "S**thelens" at one bloke who appeared to be wearing a Wigan shirt...

I think the funniest bit we had was going into a McDonalds under Hammersmith bus station at around 1 in the morning after the match, and some lads appeared signing "She Wore A Yellow Ribbon" to us

can't say.

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!