Your worst Argyle memory

After Wembers, it got me thinking how bad it can really get.
Mine is trudging home along Outland Road having seen the euphoria of Shilton arriving, shortly followed by being despatched to the next league down by the Walker Blackburn club that were on a totally different trajectory, heading for space.
I remember thinking how long it would take us to get promoted, even just back up to where we had just left  

And the answer was twelve years !

Going to Bradford for a midweek game when the Ciderman was in charge. We lost 3-1, Tommy was sent off, and I missed the last connecting train out of Bradford Interchange to get home. Ended up dossing in a real flea-pit of a bed and breakfast in Bradfords red light district. Got home the following afternoon, irked, dishevelled and relieved to have survived the experience.

Where to begin ?

Still Burnley '98. Cried.

Stourbridge. Played off the pitch by a team about the level of Tiverton

Brighton winning the League at Home Park and thinking that we were a million miles away from the team they had - strangely Brighton away in one of Kevin Hodges last games realising how so very very very poor we were under him - Dagenham and Redbridge FA Cup reply losing and Friio wearing white boots (its a small thing but stuck with me)

Worst individual match was the 4-3 against Reading,3-0 up with 20 minutes to go. Worst sickener on a wider implication basis was the Burnley debacle-who knows where Argyle would have ended up had Shilts got us up and Dan was more inclined to open the purse strings.

Burnley was horrible however for pure shitty, couldn't give a feck and look how far we've sunk then 4-0 down away at Cheltenham at HT was pretty bad.

Already been mentioned but has to be the capitulation at Reading in 85/86 season from 3-0 up to lose 4-3 and Gorden Nisbet sent off

There have been so many over the years. When I was very, very young, losing 9-0 at Stoke. My Dad was apoplectic.

Losing 7-2 at Bolton, the Cheltenham debacle (I was there) and the oft-mentioned Reading 4-3. Losing 5-1 at home to Brentford the first game of the season was a bummer.

Most recently, it was finding out Akos Buzacky was leaving. One of the best players in my view to wear an Argyle shirt - and it re-inforced the notion that we would never reach the Premier League as we couldn't hold on to our best players.

Missing Friio's goal against QPR due to going to the toilet..... nearly pissed on the guy next to me as i reacted to the shaking of the devonport end lol

I remember Brighton winning the title at Home Park too. Bloody hated it. Hundreds of 'em drunk on celebration celebrating wildly in our ground. Not right. I was fuming at the time. Getting quite arsey about it now.

There's nothing like getting your heart broken the first time though: Argyle 1 Notts County 4.

They played us off the park with Don Masson being about as brilliant as any player I ever saw play. I don't think I had seen us lose before - not like that anyway - and I cried all the way home.

14 Apr 1973

Argyle 1 - 4 Notts Co
Div 3
11,997
Home Park
Saturday, 14 Apr 1973 [43 years 2 months ago]

Team: Jim Furnell, Steve Davey, Colin Sullivan, John Hore, Peter Darke, Bobby Saxton, Ernie Machin, Derek Rickard, Jimmy Hinch, Alan Welsh, Ray Lugg.

Goals: Ernie Machin

The wretched 7-0 hammering at Brentford, letting. The club helping Newcastle celebrate promotion as we were relegated and losing 3-0 at home to Exeter also spring to mind

Last Monday.

Scunthorpe at home. 3 -1 loss on a cold Tuesday night when they played in our,away kit in front of 3000. Sat there on my own thinking why the feck did my parents not move to Manchester.

Losing 5-2 at home to Hull, watching Pat Dunne leaning against the post as the 5th flew in. My first relegation season. It was only October but I knew then we were going down.

Edit to add : Thanks to GOS I see we beat Aston Villa 2-1 in the first home game that 67/8 season in front of 20200, we ended the season beating Crystal Palace 2-1 in front of 4768, a sign of things to come. Success brings support not the other way round as some would have you believe.

Monday.

Monday, Monday....

The Elm Park experience will never fade but receiving a PM on the farm from a current director in 2007, saying that Holloway had asked the fringe for financial backing to retain players and add to the squad when we were riding high in the Championship but when he found out that said fringe [I'll never hear a bad word about that man and his lovely family   ] had tried nothing, Holloway and his players were on their way out.

The farm propaganda machine went into overdrive, I was banned and Holloway became 'hollow words' 'hollow heart' etc etc and oh how they crowed when Argo won at Leicester !

Hull invested and were promoted to the Premier League.

Village idiots..............

Monday took some beating but then you had to spend ten hours on a coach to really appreciate it.

Amsterdamage wrote:

Monday took some beating but then you had to spend ten hours on a coach to really appreciate it.

indeed. 50 mins on the Met line, Beer in Baker St, 50 mins back home for more beer and the end of the cricket....................pain numbed.

First and last time I'll take a coach to the football, always been, train, shared driving, hitching or minibus. Would have been a piece of piss hitching back the other night wish I had.

Doubt it. I wouldn't have picked up a Dalek at a motorway services in a million years. I wasn't going anywhere near Skaro.

There was a star trek convention on in Earls Court and I'm sure most of them were dockies before they were Trekkies, and Mock was shorely heading back to the sarf hams in his coach and four?

Seeing Argyle getting relegated to the bottom division for the first time.

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