Bit of a rivalry?
Bad club for wannabe firms anyway Vale. Much like Stoke.
I've probably told the story before, but the only time I've ever really thought I might get a kicking at a football game was in Stoke.
Mate of mine got a job up there after uni, so a few of us went up for a weekend on the lash. There being the square root of Fanny Adams to do in the Potteries on a Saturday arvo, we decided to go to watch Stoke v QPR at the old Victoria ground.
With a bit of time to kill before kick off we decided to get a bevy. Unfortunately the pub we decided on was the Stoke City home venue. As soon as I opened my mouth to order the whole place goes silent for what seemed like ages until one inbred pipes up with,
"The ****s are in our pub."
I assume my generic vaguely southern accent sounding a lot like Shepherd's Bush to the average Stoke personage. Cue a speedy downing of pints and a hurried exit. I've no issues with QPR, but my indifference doesn't extend to getting the crap smacked out of me defending their fans' honour.
One hopes those Stoke fans still dine out on the story of the day the pride of the R's **** it when faced with the reek of Pottery manhood.
Game was a dour 0-0 draw and I spent most of it being gobbed on, the away enclose being handily placed beneath a home stand. Good times.