I remember in the early 90's - it could well have been the friendlies before the start of the Premier League - we played VFL Bochum in a pre-season friendly, in Bochum. It was a lovely sunny day so I packed newly installed wife (now fell by the wayside, maybe this was a reason...) into car and we drove from Herford (about a 2 hour drive away).
We arrived very early to the stadium to find no trace of football fans but a large amount of mormons singing hymns in the stadium and generally having a good time. Ah well we thought it's still early, maybe they will be finished in an hour. We went away, had some lunch, and then came back - mormons are now picnic-ing and going back to stadium. 2 o'clock appears, and we begin to wonder when they will bugger off to let the football start.
Eventually a couple more blues turn up and we begin to question ourselves as to whether we are indeed at the right location. Asked in pidgin German where the match was to be directed to a very small ground, a sort of German Hyde United, about 30 minutes drive away.
We turned up about 10 minutes before full-time to see City do not an awful lot to be honest, but the crowning glory, making this a memorable away trip for a number of reasons is my picture with Niall Quinn - which makes me look bloody silly tbh, as I'm only 5' 6" but after the day I'd had I just didn't care!!!