Hmmm, probably need to take a bit of time to think about this but the worst that spring to mind are the last game of first relegation season away at Rushden 1997 and away at Salisbury on a Tuesday night where we lost 1-4 although at least pre game at Salisbury was ok.
At Rushden it was a case of this is going to be sh*t, this is sh*t, that was sh*t.
If we're taking the thread title then actually Salisbury was ok as a journey. Rushden definatley wasn't.
The best, Probably anything from the 1994/95 season with the minibus crew. x
It didn't help with Macc winning the title at Kettering the same day.....awful journey home
I didn't have a lot of time before so can now expand on my answer a little.
Best away days are numerous. Loved my early train journeys to Northwich with the lads in the late eighties (how odd does that sound) and my first proper away to Wycombe in August of 1990 with Jimmy and Big Van Vader.
Its hard to think of some of the highlight as there have been a few despite my arrival in 1987 after the trophy win coinciding with the end of the glory years!
I loved the Unibond Cup win at Chesterfield, yeah it wasn't the FA trophy but it was a trophy and we'd won it!
Many of my best nights have come stood with the hardcore, 30 or 40 lunatics who have risked jobs and relationships to travel to some stupid place on a Tuesday. Dover on a Tuesday, on a minibus? Ludicrous.
Nuneaton, Kettering and Eastbourne obviously as we just didn't win those games as well. The feeling I had at half time against Gainsborough the other Tuesday was pretty damn good as well for modern times.
As for the worst...well its been said but only at Alty and I mean only at Alty would the fixtures make us get relegated at Rushden and Macc promoted five miles away. I'd have loved to have been the other way round but seeing coaches of macc fans banging on the windows of their coaches on the M6 when you still had little tear in the eye was dreadful.
They didn't seem as loud at the services with no glass in between them but thats another story
Mention for Ev in Socrates story, his plea of "I like Chelsea, I've got them on me coupon" failed to stop him getting smacked.
I didn't enjoy getting pulled backwards off my stool by my hair at Preston by a man with a swallow tatooed on his neck. Was it Wayno who got left on the fruit machine and missed it all?
Looking back, we stormed the main Preston Boozer next to the station, they weren't to know we just wanted a pint and bag of nuts.
Oh and any midweek defeat at Gateshead....