The PLC - 2004/05 like Brideshead is revisited

The first ever outing of the PLC. After meeting for the 1st time we headed to the train and began the long journey to Sheffield. Rather than sit down, the PLC (and Daves mate Ben the Sheffield Wednesday fan) decided to travel in style, stood up in the buffet cart with cans of Stella.

The Pub of choice in Sheffield was either The Horse and Jockey, The Horse and Groom or The Horse and Badger - who can tell, and it was here that www.posh.net had arranged a meet up of the net regulars.

Too busy in there to identify anyone the PLC slunk at the back, however we must have given off an aura of sophistication as people constantly made themselves known to us. (I can't remember much more, as I'm writing this 5 months later, on the morning of the England V France Match. I was very drunk at the time.....not now of course as its only 9.30 in the morning, but at the Sheffield match....anyway I digress)

The match itself didn't fit the bill of this monumental day. Posh played like Sunday league amateurs and Sheffield Wednesday weren't much better......although they were better as they romped to a 2-0 victory.

This night nearly never happened. The original venue (Vesper Gate, Kirkstall) told us at the last minute that we couldn't watch the game there. Instead they'd be showing Leeds Rhinos V Bradford Bulls at Rubgy League. After a lot of running around at the last minute, Coluna came up trumps with The Viaduct on Lower Briggate a stones throw from my office.

We met up in the Hogshead and then decamped to The Viaduct, where we took over. After a minutes silence for the great Steve Cooper, the game got under way.

This match truly was down 100% to the telepathic abilities of the PLC as Posh played a blinder, in fact this game was the one where Clive Platt scored a rare goal and even more surprisingly he played quite well.

Of course being a Posh fan all these years if theres one thing you know is going to happen its that QPR are going to score in the last minute.....and they did.

Isn't it amazing what you can do with technology today. The PLC in The Viaduct via the magic of mobile telephony. Just look at that picture quality (left to Right: Trev, Coluna, Ken, Dave)

The evening began in the Hogshead in Leeds, where Ken and Coluna were met with a new PLC member, PoshLeeds. Trev turned up later and the 4 of us headed of to Wetherspoons at Leeds Station where we met up with Dave and yet another new member, Mark.

The train journey down was a long long journey and we timed it perfectly so that we were sharing it with 30,000 commuters. The journey was bags of fun, including a lovely conversation with a completely braindead woman;

We also shared the train with a Dennis Pearce look-a-like which is an omen and a half and 2 Barnsley fans who were being fairly condescending, This is surprising as Barnsley are hardly Real Madrid.

Outside Barnsley Station we met up with Colunas mate Shane and the 7 of us walked towards to ground, stopping for a drink in a Leisure Centre bar. We had many pints in a strange bar overlooking the main swimming pool, it didn't look too bad either. I was contemplated missing the match and going for a swim instead.....except I hadn't bought my trunks and that I wanted to see the match.

The game was a stormer with Clive Platt having a blinder for the second and very last time. Callum "The Truth" Willock put posh in the lead with a wonderful floater and we never looked back.

We were jubilant and in an excellent mood on the way back to the train station. On the platform were the 2 Barnsley fans from before looking quite sheepish and the official PLC stalker Barry Chuckle.

More mobile phone fun. If you have the ability of extraordinary sight you may be able to make out a leisure centre in the background (left to Right: Ken, Trev, Coluna, Shane, Mark, Dave)

Only 3 of the PLC for this match. We started the journey via Manchester. Once there we were continuously refused entry into Pubs because of our football shirts. before finding a nice backstreet pub and then some place with a beer garden that sold cockles (or at least some kind of mollusc) and had a strange herby smell inside.

After spending three hours lost in a different Manchester station we boarded the Train to Oldham Werneth, and once there began the long walk towards to ground, peoples heads were turning. Not is awe as you would imagine but as if to say "I bet we could ambush them, rob them and burn the bodies".

Still we made it to a lovely pub where 2 kids in Posh shirts were playing pool . This made us think it was safe, but by time we had got pints, they'd buggered off and instead we drank gassy, overpriced beer whilst locals looked at us as if to say "I bet we could ambush them, rob them and burn the bodies".

The match again was terrible. Posh never looked like winning but somehow took the lead. Now we needed to hang on to it. Of course being a Posh fan all these years if theres one thing you know is going to happen its that Oldham are going to score in the last minute.....and they did.

Mark left us in Manchester leaving myself and Trev to make our way back to Leeds, On the way back to Manchester Station (after the same pubs refused us again) we received a police escort after absent mindedly walking into the middle of 300 Wolves fans on their way back from the City of Manchester Stadium.

As it turned out Posh were already safe before the match. The only way we could go down was by losing 6-0 and Rushden winning by a similar amount in their game. Still I had fears that Mark Tyler would brake a leg and with Fry not one to have sub goalies, that would be the end.

Dave was travelling down separately, So just the three of us took the train down, accompanied by the Cast of TVs Emmerdale who were going to London for something or other.

Discussions on the train turned to the new kits and Trevs view of hordes of Posh fans in Black next season. Somehow we decided there and then that the PLC would be re-branded with a piratey theme, parrots and all me hearties.

After a drink or two in a Portugese Bar we made our way to Ebeneezers, home of PISA and the venue for Posh.Nets second meet-up. And from there onto London Road, where we joined up with Dave. the football match was nothing special. We took the lead but of course being a Posh fan all these years if theres one thing you know is going to happen its that Wycombe are going to score in the last minute.....and they did.

After we had a pint in Peterborough, where Dave named the parrot Polly-C (thats a pun - PLC, Polly C) and then the three of us (minus Dave) left for Leeds.

The PLC at London Road, the home of football (Left To Right: Ken, Coluna, Dave, Trev, and peeping over the back is Andy19922000 from Posh.net who we met on the day in Ebeneezers)

Not a Posh match but a PLC affair none the less. Met up in The Hogshead at 3.30 (For Coluna and Trev), 4.30 (Ken) and 5.00 (Mark). Semi-Watched the Switzerland V Croatia 0-0 draw before moving onto the main event (after a bacon cheeseburger each).

England started well, putting France under a certain amount of pressure, and then A Free Kick to England. I was confident England would score here. "England Will Score Here" I said. Coluna braced himself believing my words. The cross came in, Lampard heads - GOAL. My celebration was cut short as Coluna pulled me backwards and off my chair. I landed on top off him in a way that would have had the Carry-On team in stitches, but after I got up brushed myself down I decided to Carry On Celebrating as Peter Rogers may have called it.

The second half was about holding the Frogs off and we nearly did it but Beckham panicked and missed a Penalty and then of course being a Posh fan all these years if theres one thing you know is going to happen its that France are going to score in the last minute.....and they did................twice......Zidane.....Twat.

It was a lovely day for a pre season match, I just happened to find myself in P/boro that weekend, and so it had to be done! I turned up at Ebbs not quite sure what I would find, and instantly bumped in to Dr Cyclops and his very lovely Chinese missus. We ended up have a bit of banter with a rather pissed and annoying Manure Fan, who seemed to be there just to say how shit Posh were and not much else, to which we became rather bored with him and proceeded to get well oiled and take a few flicks ( Thanks for the photo's, Cyclops)

I meet up with Elvis in London Road just before Kick off, and decided today was the day I was going to chat to Clarky! he kindly signed my shirt, and asked what the PLC on my Top stood for, so I told him!....." Arr yeah, I've heard of you lot"...........I was stunned!!!.....but Proud!

The game was entertaining, Dailly scored for them early on, and Willock " The Truth" scored a great chip so I hear ( Id gone to get a coffee!! Typical!) and that was that. Lovely day, great Company, slight shock from Clarky, and good result...........the season starts here!

The PLC Kicked of the 2004/2005 in style as they travelled to local side Bradford. Meeting at Wetherspoons, Coluna and shane were already worse for wear on the alcohol front. So much so that Coluna TWICE visited the ladies toilets "in error". After a 20 minute train ride we arrived at Bradford and made our way to Walkabout, waiting for us was a BRAND NEW PLC member, the one and only Guiseley Posh. After Several pints and a Kangaroo steak (for me) we travelled to the ground. This was to be a 2 pronged attack with Coluna, Trev, Shane and Guiseley travelling by Taxi (as a decoy) whilst myself, Dave, Mark we being led to the ground by Colunas Bradford City supporting mate. Now for the match report from Trev;

in my eyes, a pretty decent match, posh dominated but didnt do that much in terms of clear cut chances. bradford were awful. the first goal for them was faz's fault pure and simple, he was crap all night. their second was jammy and a complete fluke. gits. and the penalty, justice was done. In terms of posh, i thought newton was fantastic, probs the best ive seen him play. platty was quality, scored one, made one and dominated in the air, willock was lively, and curtis as usual was everywhere. ireland and kennnedy both look very good signings. to be honest, we did the classic posh thing and sat back for no reason, and fry made subs for no reason that added nothing to the game. but i would have taken 2-2 beforehand so that me mate didnt get bragging rights!

The PLC in Bradford (Left to Right: Coluna,Ken,Guiseley Posh,Dave,Mark,Trev,Shane)

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No Match report for this one. 2 Reasons, Firstly I'm a little jaded and secondly this web update is long overdue and the match happened 1 month ago - I've forgotten most of the salient points. The 2 links below however may help. 1 is from an unofficial Posh website and the other official.

Today was set to be a glorious day for the PLC as it was to see the initiation of 2 PLC Splinter Groups, namely the PLCSC (Posh Leeds Contingent Sheffield Contingent) and the PLCDC (Posh Leeds Contingent Durham Contingent). Alas during the course of the day the PLC were handed many disappointments but we rose above it and made it a day to remember, A key day in the evolution of the PLC.

Nightmare beginnings a huge queue at McDonalds and a 10 minute wait for my double cheeseburger, the reason, The Rugby League Grand Final between Leeds Rhinos and Bradford Bulls. Leeds station was packed out, I eventually made my way through to Wetherspoons to be greeted by Coluna and his new PLC hat. Others turned up including our new joinee - Ed from Durham. Although to be honest I had to collect him as he got lost in Leeds station.

Uneventful train journey down, 2 Mancs told us that all the trains to Stockport had been cancelled which turned out to be a load of Bollocks, and they say Mancs are the friendliest people in Britain.

On the train to Stockport myself and Coluna met the official PLC stalker Barry Chuckle. Although he'd let himself go a bit, lost a few teeth, cultivated a stench and grown a mullet. In fact in may not have been Barry Chuckle at all but a tramp with special brew. Still he was a Palace fan and was chatting about Leon McKenzie and why he likes Barry Fry (give me strength). Thinking about it, it wasn't Barry Chuckle because hes from Rotherham and this guy was a cockney - unless he was pretending to be a cockney tramp to throw us off the scent.

Anyway back to the match report - We settled in The Grapes where 2 more joinees turned up - Nick and Tim from Sheffield University. Incidentally Nick and Ed are related. Here's a picture of us all - Nick is holding the St Kitts&Nevis Flag, Ed is the other one with a flag who isn't Coluna. Tim is on the right and the guy on the left is Trevs Jewish mate.

The reason I've waffled on so much about the pre-match is because the match was terrible. Basically we gave abuse to various Stockport Players, got abuse from our own fans (for shouting Fry out) got told to fcuk off back to Leeds, mistaken for a consortium aiming to buy the club and ultimately watch a dismal posh side lose.

Adam Newton came over to sign Nicks flag and shirt and that was the highlight. I'll skim over the journey home, there was a nobhead on the train wanted to beat Coluna up for trying to stop the mans daughter from slapping Trevs Jewish mates girlfriend. He made a few threats but the Police were waiting at the station thanks to an anonymous tip off. Bring on Doncaster

After an absurd amount of organisation and plan adjustment, the PLC finally met in the usual haunt of Wetherspoons leeds station at 11. A swift couple there followed by a jump on the train prompted a swift couple more whilst indulging in the usual chit chat and anti-fry banter.

At Donny station we were quickly met by Nick and leedsleedsleeds, and after god knows how long decided that Coluna (away for the wknd) would meet us at the Viking Sports Bar at the ground. After jumping into cabs to the ground a mad dash started. One cab went to the door, the other went nowhere near, hence entry to the bar was made in groups.

Once in, we glared menacingly at Bev and his mate, and met up with the rest of the crew and mattposh and his little 'un and flag. The beer flowed, and the fun began to take hold. Chants of Mutu the Monkey began to reverberate, annoying everyone. And then the badge man arrived, a dodgy ol' fella with loadsa pin badges, of Donny and other random things. Coluna, encouraged by chants of 'Camel' bought one of a camel, or as the badge pointed out 'Iraqi Scud Missile launcher', Ken encouraged by chants of 'big one' bought a big one. Accompanied with looking at the nubile scally barmaids, this took up the time until 3.

The ground. Awful. But in cheap so it was alright, the PLC entered grabbed a spot and unfurled the flags. One down within 4 minutes after a shocking bit o play by sagi, we feared the worst, then Posh took control, and scored a deserved and cracking equaliser, a bullet header by PLC fave (Ken-This should read Trevs fave), Clive Platt. They had a player sending off, and at halftime all was looking rosy. Helped by two things, one the fact we had our picture taken with Peter Burrow, and two, that Shane had bought a badge in the bar with the words 'England: We Win Wars' on it, a chant in the making!

The second half was atrocious they outplayed us and scored a decent 87th minute winner much to our disdain. However, humour was upheld by the usual banter, singing of silly songs and the emergence of the mini-PLC, a bunch of mattposhs kids cronies who joined in the fun and seemed fascinated by such a marvellous set of individuals!

Post game was back to the bar, a few more beers, banter with the Donny fans, feeling gutted at the cup draw. A short bus ride, a run through the posh hooligans, all 9 of them and we were at the station on the train back. Here, approached by some generous yet weird northern fellas beer was bought, and for same reason Dave became locked in the train toilet, most funny for us, somewhat worrying for him. After that, another momentous day out entered the annals of PLC legend and football folklore.

Todays game was a chance for the PLC to restore their pride as the Largest Posh Supporters Club outside Peterborough, and yet another chance to show their love for former Posh Hero's.

I have no idea what happened on the train from Leeds to Doncaster, because I was on the train from Sheffield to Doncaster. I arrive at Doncaster station in time to introduce <<NAME REMOVED>> to the rest of the PLC (from memory Guiseley, Ken, Trev, Dave and um Mark?). Next stop: The Viking Bar, AKA the Big Fuck Off Red Building.

For this we split into two sub-groups, the first group headed striaght for the Viking Bar whilst Ken, Guiseley, <<NAME REMOVED>> and I thought it would be best to come from the other side. Actually that's a lie, the Taxi driver couldn't be bothered to take us any further, he then decided to give us shit directions to the Bar. How ever after a 5 minute walk Guiseley made friends with "Pieman" and he soon sent us on our way to the Bar, which was in fact only about 50 yards from where the Taxi deserted us. By this time Coluna had finished his shopping at Ikea or wherever it was and had also brought along Shane Elvis to add reinforcement to the PLC lineup.

Within seconds the PLC spies had spotted "Man with Gloves", PLC enemy no.1. Before too long the Veterans of the PLC were retelling the trip back from Stockport game for the hundredth time, Each time the story getting more and more ridiculous.

It wasn't too long before they were distracted by a man coming around trying to flog some pin badges, this really set the theme for the afternoon. Coluna decided to buy 2, a 'Camel' badge was pointed out, after a few chants of "Camel! Camel!" led by PoshTrev, Coluna was persuaded. Again a "Big Fuck Off" badge was pointed out and in the same manner as before Coulna was persuaded. To be honest I can't remember too much about the rest of the time in the bar, we spent several hours there, introduced ourselves to Matt Posh and his Little Brother who it was decided (although he probably doesn't know this) would be the first recruit of the PLC Junior's.

We entered the stadium (Shane Elvis using my NUS card to fool the blind turnstile operator) and set up camp directly behind the goal. Set up our flags (which can just about be made out on the Offal site match report).

At half time we met Dr Cyclops from Posh.net and his wife who took this opportunity to get a rare photo with the PLC, minus Mark who was in the toilets, but Peter Burrow managed to get in there so that more than makes up for it.

In true PLC style Posh conceded with little more than a minute to spare. After the mach I sneaked back into the ground with my Flag and St Kitts flag to get Burton and Willock to sign them. They thought I was completely mad, I didn’t dare tell Burton he was completely mad, although for some reason I couldn’t help the words “well played today lads” come out of my mouth.

The journey back to Leeds was rather confusing, to celebrate drawing Tranmere in the Cup we took the Buffet car hostage, Dave got locked in the toilets by some rich piss heads from Leeds. What really happened was Dave ‘’thought’ he got locked in the toilet. For some reason they decided to buy us all drinks and laugh at us a lot.

As usual, mark, trev, coluna, ken and guiseley (dave had gone awol with the missus) met in leeds stations wetherspoons, spiritual founding place of the PLC. members were nursing hangovers, recovery from illness and a sheer unwillingness to get totally tanked up, so a muted beginning which included watching faz's hat trick on kens phone was soon moved onto the train, minus beer, so conversation was the name of the game!

on arrival in the bustling metropolis of Barnsley, we were accosted by young nick warrick, or sheffielduniposh as is his alter ego, and soon, harking back to that fantastic away win of last season (the only win the PLC have ever witnessed as a group) we made our way to metrodome, a lovely leisure centre adjacent to oakwell. several beers later, some decent grub, and several scowls at bev and his posh 'gluvvies', optimism was rife. We wiled away the hours writing a cleverly encrypted christmas message to our beloved chairman, in a spot the dog christmas card, with FRY OUT being the overriding festive wish.

Nearing kick-off we began the short walk to the ground, and were shouted at by a bunch of local ex-toddlers, the leader of whom, wearing a Leeds jumper, promptly informed us that Barnsley would kick our arse! Suitably amused, we told him to get lost at which point he threw his dinner at us. He found it hilarious, but wouldnt be laughing when he got hungry after his afternoon nap. 1-0 PLC.

Inside the ground, flags were laid out and we very quickly got very cold. The match started well for posh, playing some nice stuff, then their on loan forward chopra lobbed the keeper, and so it stayed until half-time, when nick somehow managed to give our beloved chairman our festive wishes, much to our amusement. The second half was dire. Three goals against, nothing for whatsoever, and very cold. The only amusement was gleaned from such songs as 'FRY OUT', and 'we're shit and were sick of it'. Most amusing. We left on the kick off and made our way back to the station, where all Leeds based PLC got on a train very quickly, and young master warrick was left hanging around like a lonely whore on the opposite platform. much to our amusement.

An uneventful train journey home, with no scally fight threats, and no fake toilet-lock-ins, heralded a sad end to the PLC's 2004 adventures. Lets hope 2005 brings much happiness to the PLC, preferably through actually seeing posh do something to justify our outlay in going to see them. Heres hoping. Iorfa.

Day started in tradition for the plc meeting in Wetherspoons at Leeds station, I arrived there at 10.30, worrying that maybe I was not going to recognise them but how could I not recognise a bunch of grown men dressed as pirates!! All of whom looked amazing. Special mention to Trev as how many men would have the guts to walk through Leeds station as a pirate, complete with rolled up trousers n long stripy socks pulled up!!

The train to Hull was full of friendly banter and a full tinnies arrived at Hull station to be joined by Holmez. Of we set to find a pub and the Tigers lair was the chosen water hole for the day. We arrived and soon set up camp with our flags, the drinks flowed and the conversation to Hull fans began.

As the afternoon progressed the songs started the 9 or so of us did a good job trying to out sing the Hull fans, they particularly enjoyed our ‘we’re shit and we’re sick of it’. About 2.40 we set off for the trek to the ground, having left the pub we thought we had lost Ken, so we started to shout him, at which point the Hull fans started a chant of ‘wheres ya Kenny gone’ very funny!!

We arrived at the ground all complete with the banners our jumpers, and managed to get it into the ground unnoticed. The first attempt to erect the banner started and was almost complete when the stewards asked them to take it down, nick and co happily obliged. The game gets of to a good start and few chants of ‘ o he's gorgeous’ towards St Ledger start, well I did any way!! And oh God posh took the lead through a Thompson goal, the plc go mad, very happy, however the fry out chants continue, much to the plc ever favourite person Bevs annoyance. Approaching half time and the 2nd attempt to erect the banner began, and again the students approached us, this time they gave us the real reason for not allowing it to be put up, FRY!!

Half time brought the delight of meeting the legend that is Brian, and yes I got a kiss off him!!2nd half an 70 secs gone they score, most of the plc still in bar missed it.

Then came another highlight of the day, the stewards coming along to see if our plastic sword ‘was real, ‘no it’s ok its plastic’ he reports back through his walkie talky!! Oh no they’ve scored again and things are not looking good for posh. 4 minutes of added time goes up and a miracle occurs we score a last minute goal, courtesy of Willock, who cares if it was offside they all count. What a result, the plc goes mad and people are falling over all over the place.

End of the game and nick cesses the chance to put the banner up again, this time succeeding, even if not many people saw it, it was still put up!! A 10 minute wait to get out the ground and we where off on the walk to the train station, stopping at the pub again for one for the road, being welcomed again!!

The train home was an enjoyable trip for some, Dave managing to not get locked in the loo, despite Ken’s efforts to hold the door so he couldn’t get out!! Arrived at Leeds station at bout 7 and we said our farewells. I carried on the long journey home and got in2 Chester at 10!! A long but extremely enjoyable day had by all, the PLC are the best group of lads ever, and are now compete with physio.

The trip to Hull was one of the best PLC days so far, and Poshbird has captured the mood perfectly, there is one area I'd like to stress. Picture the scene its 2-1 to Hull, the seconds ticking away. A 2-1 defeat is more than we expected and it hasn't affected our goal difference too badly thankfully. Of course being a Posh fan all these years if theres one thing you know is going to happen its that Hull are going to score in the last minute.....but they didn't......WE DID 2-2!!!!! COME ON.

(Back) Hull Fan, Mark (Middle) Holmez, Nick, Coluna, Ken, Trev, Liam (Front) Sam,Ed - also note Poster for Hutch on wall.

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