A more recent one - the 2018 CL Final against Real Madrid - 26 May 2018.
Months prior, one of my best mates booked me a ticket for Above and Beyond at Steel Yard (London) - it was an daytime affair ending at 930ish, followed by Brixton Academy evening after party (from like midnight, due to go on till early hours).
This obviously clashed with the CL final - but I was determined to not miss the final. Met up with my mates, we had booked an Air BnB for the night next to the Emirates stadium, we got some lunch, and then headed to Finsbury park for the daytime drinking to commence.
Met loads of people, danced about, got a bit smashed, then at around 6.30 made my excuses and departed to find a pub where I could watch the final. I got a lot of pelters from the party goers in our group for even liking football, let alone leaving Above and Beyond before the main set to go watch the final.
I nipped back to our Air BnB, got changed out of my sweat soaked clothes, and went to the chosen pub to watch the game, The Tollington Arms, an Arsenal pub.
The game itself, was a shocker, with Ramos fucking Salah up, Karius doing what he did, and Bale scoring an overhead - the worst part of this was watching the game surrounded by Arsenal fans (and a number of others), that were clearly not keen for Liverpool to win the Champions League - I got a fair few pelters in there through the match, all jovial however - but its still not nice. There weren’t any fellow reds to buddy up with even.
After the final, I went back to the Air BnB, and met up with the guys, they were ecstatic about the gig, buzzing and ready to get on to the after party in Brixton, I was depressed as fuck.
I sucked it up, drank some more, and off we went to Brixton, a long old way from where the Emirates is. By the time we got to the after party, there were huge queues outside, and it was hammering it down (around midnight). Got to the front, and this big fat cunt of a bouncer took one look at me, told me my eyes looked like I’d taken some form of drugs (I hadn’t - grew out of that years earlier) - it was the effects of wearing contact lenses all day, drinking since around 1pm, and the downer of us losing the final. at this point, I professed my innocence but he wasn’t having it - I was refused entry, as all my mates went in.
I managed to nab a key for the Air BnB, and then waited an hour in the pissing rain for an Uber to get back to the Emirates, and got back there at around 1.30 - 2am - soaked. I sat by myself in this utterly shit Air BnB, even more gutted.
As my pals didn’t have keys to the Air BnB, I had to ensure I could let them in - they arrived at 5am, bouncing like fuckers, I let them in, and got back into my shit single bed, headache etc etc.
The next day I felt rough as fk, whilst the guys I was with were still buzzing from the night before. Pushed my breakfast around my plate, then eventually got a train back home, about 2hrs.
All in all - terrible memories.