18th December 2008 - Racing Santander away in the UEFA Cup
I went on the official club day trip for this one. It was a return flight to Bilbao and a return coach from Bilbao airport to Santander. Bumped into Shez and Adam and Steve Clancy plus a few others so went on the lash with them in Santander. It was a long day - we got to Santander around midday and kick-off wasn't until 8.45pm local time so plenty of time to get wankered and get into some scrape or other, which is exactly what happened.
After a full afternoon drinking, for some unknown reason by about 7pm it came to pass that Shez and me ended up drinking cans of San Miguel at 47 cents a pop in a park in the dark and pissing rain with a load of Santander's ultras. If ever 2 City fans were absolute sitting ducks for a good old tuning in from some opposition fans then this was it! However, we got on fine with them and after getting out of there unharmed, we eventually made our way to the ground but not before a Spanish bloke pulled us as we were crossing the car park outside the stadium. He opened the boot of his car and pulled out a bottle of unknown spirit - much to the consternation of his 2 daughters - and offered us both a drink. Well we weren't going to refuse were we? Last I saw of Shez before the match was outside the turnstiles having his photo taken with a load of other blues. I didn't see him inside the ground at all but he must've been in there somewhere.
After the match ended, the coach taking us back to Bilbao airport was parked on the car park pretty much outside the away end. Perfect. It wasn't for Shez though. As the coach filled up, there was no sign of him. We waited and waited until the steward on the coach said they could wait no longer. I didn't have his mobile number so couldn't phone him. The coach set off without him and they said that unless they were lucky enough to come across him before leaving Santander then that would be that and he'd be missing his flight home. Unfortunately there was no sign of him as the coach finally reached the tunnel on the outskirts and once through that we'd be practically on the motorway back to Bilbao. This was surely game over for Shez. Now as I'd had a shit load to drink myself I couldn't remember whether it was before we entered the tunnel or after we came out the other end but the coach pulled over for some reason. The doors opened and Shez appeared! How the fuck he'd managed to get to where he was - which seemed literally miles away from the stadium - and in the pissed up state he was is a complete mystery. And of course, people were surely going to ask why he didn't get on the coach at the ground but as someone who has been in some right states on many occasions down the years I can testify that they easiest of routes can sometimes be the most difficult ;)
So Shez got on the coach and sat down on the spare seat at the front. The bloke next to him said "What the fuck happened to you?" to which Shez responded "Shut the fuck up" and promptly fell asleep!