Jump to content

Recommended Posts

1 hour ago, shull said:

Fourteen was the maximum for general league matches. 

On special occasions, there was many more. 

144 buses for that Cup Tie at Fir Park. 

There was also the Football Special Trains, now and again from Gilmour Street. 

The Junior Supporters Club ran 3 buses for a spell during the Fergie era. One bus originating from Glenburn, one from Foxbar and the best one from Barrhead and all picking up from Bridge Street. 

Great times and easily affordable football and value for money. 

Couldn’t even contemplate that now.

Another thing is that I was attending away games on supporters buses with my mates from as young as 11. I’m pretty sure parents these days would never allow that. It wasn’t bad parenting or anything, it was just different times. I think as kids we were so much more “streetwise” and independent than kids are these days. 
I remember one away game at Fir Park. We lost 1-0 (memory tells me Gregor Stevens May have scored their goal). It was bedlam inside the stadium and out. I remember at the final whistle I nearly got trampled to death by the Saints crowd in their rush to get out the ground for a square go. Fortunately some random man hauled me up by my collar and saw me alright. From memory me and my mate had to walk through a park or some woods to get back to the bus and a big guy from our bus (Tudor) called Mack (long hair and always bedecked in a long leather coat) was punching seven bells out of some (I presume) Motherwell fan in the woods. Either that or he’d just fallen out with his pal 🤣

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites

I didn’t miss my wedding day but my 25th anniversary was spent with the wife watching us win the league cup

Falkirk away in the Fergie era was always tasty but removing the Arabs from our bit of the North Bank in the cup was brilliant (we skated it 4-1) Never forgiven Motherwell for what they did to McGarvey in the first minute of the next round.

Tudor bus, always first to leave and last back!

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites

My wife had been bed bound at home for around 8 years until early 1987. I was offered the use of a villa in Portugal by a friend and booked tickets for May. I told my wife she was going. The next day I realised that if we got through the Semi Final then I would miss the final. I gave the flights to one of my managers who had been having a tough time as well as the use of the villa. I made the final. 

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites
45 minutes ago, Hagleybuddies said:

I didn’t miss my wedding day but my 25th anniversary was spent with the wife watching us win the league cupemoji4.png

Falkirk away in the Fergie era was always tasty but removing the Arabs from our bit of the North Bank in the cup was brilliant (we skated it 4-1) Never forgiven Motherwell for what they did to McGarvey in the first minute of the next round.

Tudor bus, always first to leave and last back!

They did arrive inside the Stadium early ,

They were swiftly despatched  :lol:

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites
13 hours ago, Danny said:

Talking about the trouble at games in the 70s has reminded me of a guy who stood near me on the North Bank.

He would never stand still and was always fidgeting and jumping around.

One day I asked him what was wrong and he explained he was worried about people chucking bottles and cans at us.

I assured him if it was for him it would have his name on it. 

I'm called McEwan he replied.

I'll get my coat

You should have seen the state of his mates Tennant and MacAllan

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites

The day we stayed up in Stirling will live with me forever, as much as the football itself, the bus ride home. 

Rangers were at home that day and the M8 was a crawl all the way back on both sides for about 5 miles outside Glasgow. However, they'd just lost at home to someone and blown 10 in a row. Meanwhile we'd possibly just saved our club's very existence. 

For the next hour, every Rangers supporters bus was greeted with a 'whoooooooooa' as it slowly approached in the opposite direction and a bus full of celebrating buds giving it big licks to all the 'people' going back to Edinburgh, Falkirk, Motherwell, Dundee etc instead of supporting their local teams. 

Petty as f**k but one of my favourite moments ever on the bus. Folk were just deliriously happy, so to see one of the arse cheeks so despondant travelling the other way was a perfect storm. 

 

 

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites

Another cracker (literally) from late 90s.

We were going away for a longer away fixture once so the bus left earlier. As soon as we pulled onto the M8 at Arkleston, a bus in the middle lane slowly began to overtake us... It had a Morton badge on the front window. Too early to be the supporters bus...... THAT'S THE f**kING TEAM BUS. 

Next thing you know, everoyne is over out side, banging the windows throwing viccys etc.... our very own Skoda Saint had his trousers down and his bare arse pressed against the window as we are all battering it to get the Morton squads attention. There was a card school going up the back of their bus with guys like Stevie Aitken, Warren Hawke etc and some of their reactions to seeing big skodas ring winking at them were brilliant. 😂

 

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites
1 hour ago, djchapsticks said:

Another cracker (literally) from late 90s.

We were going away for a longer away fixture once so the bus left earlier. As soon as we pulled onto the M8 at Arkleston, a bus in the middle lane slowly began to overtake us... It had a Morton badge on the front window. Too early to be the supporters bus...... THAT'S THE f**kING TEAM BUS. 

Next thing you know, everoyne is over out side, banging the windows throwing viccys etc.... our very own Skoda Saint had his trousers down and his bare arse pressed against the window as we are all battering it to get the Morton squads attention. There was a card school going up the back of their bus with guys like Stevie Aitken, Warren Hawke etc and some of their reactions to seeing big skodas ring winking at them were brilliant. 😂

 

 :lol: !!

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites

First match after the North Bank was made all seating. Can't remember who we were playing but it was busy. Our group sat down in the seats allocated but the one I had was occupied. The guy's argument was that he usually stood at that spot. Unlikely, as we did. He moved. 

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites
8 hours ago, djchapsticks said:

Another cracker (literally) from late 90s.

We were going away for a longer away fixture once so the bus left earlier. As soon as we pulled onto the M8 at Arkleston, a bus in the middle lane slowly began to overtake us... It had a Morton badge on the front window. Too early to be the supporters bus...... THAT'S THE f**kING TEAM BUS. 

Next thing you know, everoyne is over out side, banging the windows throwing viccys etc.... our very own Skoda Saint had his trousers down and his bare arse pressed against the window as we are all battering it to get the Morton squads attention. There was a card school going up the back of their bus with guys like Stevie Aitken, Warren Hawke etc and some of their reactions to seeing big skodas ring winking at them were brilliant. 😂

 

ah the memories..... takes me back to when we used to stop at blackford for a pit stop pish at the wee public lavy there next to the bowling green ....well to youze that know me

,the rest is history 💩

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites
9 hours ago, djchapsticks said:

Another cracker (literally) from late 90s.

We were going away for a longer away fixture once so the bus left earlier. As soon as we pulled onto the M8 at Arkleston, a bus in the middle lane slowly began to overtake us... It had a Morton badge on the front window. Too early to be the supporters bus...... THAT'S THE f**kING TEAM BUS. 

Next thing you know, everoyne is over out side, banging the windows throwing viccys etc.... our very own Skoda Saint had his trousers down and his bare arse pressed against the window as we are all battering it to get the Morton squads attention. There was a card school going up the back of their bus with guys like Stevie Aitken, Warren Hawke etc and some of their reactions to seeing big skodas ring winking at them were brilliant. 😂

 

Hope there wasn't a shortage of lavvy paper at that time and he cleaned the window of the bus afterward :booty  

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites
1 hour ago, Dickson said:

When I was young I was fortunate in that my mates Dad - who was a Morton fan - used to drive us to watch St Mirren play away from home all over the place. However on the few occasions he couldn't make it I'd be left with the rather stark choice of going to watch Clyde or Queens Park if they were at home as those were the teams my Dad and my Grandfather supported. 

Anyway one such Saturday when I was around 12 or 13 years old St Mirren were due to play at Dens Park and my mate and his Dad weren't going to be going. I had some money saved up in my wee piggy bank so to console myself I went to Glasgow in the morning - as I often did - to buy some singles at HMV. However when the bus pulled up at Buchanan Street I noticed a timetable for buses to Dundee and I realised that I could make it for the game - if I could afford the bus fare. I checked and I had enough so I got on the coach - which had a waitress on it selling tea - and made my way to the game. Admission was slightly more than I had expected but I paid to get in and watched a rather drab 90 minutes and got soaked. 

After the match I headed back down to Dundee City Centre to get the bus back home. However it turned out I couldn't afford it. I didn't have enough money. My Mum and Dad were deaf so we obviously didn't have a home phone, so I called my Gran and asked her if she would leave her house to walk the two miles to my parents house to ask my Dad to come and get me. I guess it was a sign of the times back then that no-one had noticed I was missing. Anyway my Dad did eventually arrive and I got a hell of a battering for it 

 

Great story - you naughty boy! 

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites

Not St Mirren related but I went to London on a Senior Leaders Coaching Course which was run Thursday till Monday. By Saturday morning I had enough and scarpered for the afternoon to watch Chelsea play Arsenal. You could roll up and buy tickets in those days. 

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites

Sneaked out the house early morning to catch the Supporters Bus in Paisley for the trip to Notts County for the Anglo Scottish Cup.

I did leave a note for my parents. 

Got home early next morning. My dad, being a Buddie wasn't bothered. My mum was furious and made me go to school with next to no sleep. 

Never seen Oaky at the match. 

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites
13 hours ago, shull said:

Sneaked out the house early morning to catch the Supporters Bus in Paisley for the trip to Notts County for the Anglo Scottish Cup.

I did leave a note for my parents. 

Got home early next morning. My dad, being a Buddie wasn't bothered. My mum was furious and made me go to school with next to no sleep. 

Never seen Oaky at the match. 

I believed that till the last bit.

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites
That's been going on for years.  I specifically remember it happening numerous times during a game at Ayr, with lots of ex players names and few made up names, near the end of the 1999-2000 title winning season.
And the cup game at Ayr a few years later as well

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites
Negotiating the bridge at Easter Road post match on any occasion was a “story” in itself. A truly terrifying experience as a teenager.
I’ve been back to ER twice in recent times for the first and second times since about 1985/86. It was a weird feeling that it was no longer a scary place.
Coming out of the most recent game, there was a small group of young Buds walking up ER singing, “Jack Ross is shaggin Stevie Mallan’s burd”. Jimmy H and I commented to each other that it was changed days and you’d never have done that in the 70s or 80s. It was very much scarf tucked away, Heid doon and get out of Dodge.
I was 15 season after the cup win in 87 when I didy first trip to Easter Road. f**king terrifying. The gauntlet on the bridge was bad enough, then they tried to get onto our supporters bus.
Police sat in vans throughout.

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites
45 minutes ago, TPAFKATS said:

I was 15 season after the cup win in 87 when I didy first trip to Easter Road. f**king terrifying. The gauntlet on the bridge was bad enough, then they tried to get onto our supporters bus.
Police sat in vans throughout.

"Ah yer big laddies now"

In other words you're on your own yer bunch of weegie b*st*rds

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites

Join the conversation

You can post now and register later. If you have an account, sign in now to post with your account.

Guest
Reply to this topic...

×   Pasted as rich text.   Paste as plain text instead

  Only 75 emoji are allowed.

×   Your link has been automatically embedded.   Display as a link instead

×   Your previous content has been restored.   Clear editor

×   You cannot paste images directly. Upload or insert images from URL.

Loading...

×
×
  • Create New...