Some years back Warrington Town were playing against a side that had a real bruiser at right back. He was apparently absolutely terrible, and every time the ball came near him, he didn't even look for a pass, but would absolutely hammer it into row Z.
The only thing being that Cantilever Park - Warrington's ground - doesn't have a row Z. It barely has a row D. It is, however, right next to the Manchester Ship Canal.
So, about an hour into the game, every single ball in the ground has been put into the canal. There's a mad scramble, with officials asking punters if they've got any balls in their car boots. Nothing doing, so one of the stewards gets packed off to town to go and buy enough balls to get the game finished. Town being 5 minutes drive away.
The guy goes off, gets a dozen or so balls fairly quickly, and returns to his car. In the meantime, Warrington Rugby League Club have finished a televised match, and traffic from that starts hitting the roads. The poor guy then gets stuck in traffic for an hour, has to abandon his car in a traffic jam to find a payphone so that he can let the club know (this was pre-mobile phones), and then 3 fans hotfooted it off to find him and bring the balls back to the ground on foot.
So, eventually the last half hour is played, almost 90 minutes after the last ball was put into the canal. The right back then puts one of the new balls straight into the water with his first touch after play resumes.
Ironically, Warrington went on to win the game after the guy went for one of his clearances only to slip on his ar*e, letting a striker clean through on the keeper.
I remember a match in 2005 when a team were leading 3-0 at half -time, the team left the pitch laughing and joking only to look like twa.ts at the final whistle.