i was definitely mad one away game.
Back in the early 2000's, we were due to play Gillingham away in the FA cup, I was living in Manchester, I had been sent by work to Glasgow for the week. I got back into Manchester Piccadilly at 5pm on the Friday, after travelling most of the day on a slow train due to snow. On arrival in Manchester I phone Gillingham F.C. to see if there was any chance of the match being called off, explaining to the bloke i spoke to, about my shitty journey so far. i was assured that the game would be on, so i dashed home. picked up some clean clobber, dashed back to Piccadilly to get the train back to Sheffield, after another delayed journey, due to the weather I got to my parents home about 10pm.
Got up Saturday morning and walked down Halifax Road to catch the Intercity owl to the game. We got all the way down to the last services on the M1, where we stopped for a break, 30 minutes later when we got back on the coach, we were told the game had been postponed. I was ******** livid!