Seeing as you commented it was the Park Lane Hotel and I had ham and eggs! :-)Claridges ;)
It was deleted before I had the chance to read it myself, so no idea. Sorry.Can't see it - What did it say Vienna (apologies behind on thread)?
1. Not really. I don’t remember the tube station where my Dad parked even. I was pissed the night before.
2. It wasn’t KloppitE’s first final. He was in Rome the year before watching missiles being pelted at a Liverpool coach as it crossed the Tibor river.
The funny thing is, I was working in Merseyside for most of the 80s, and at the time the Liverpool Echo (which used to be a good newspaper) slaughtered the Liverpool fans for bringing shame to the city and that was the prevailng view in the city at the time. That was also the prevailing view of most Liverpool fans I spoke to. One of them never attended an away match in Europe again because he was disgusted and ashamed.There isn’t a single part of that article that even invites the inference. Absolutely fucking shameful.
And I get that. Like I said earlier, I remember the t-shirt I was bought before the 89 derby as clear as day and the conversation I had with my next door neighbour at our newsagents as I bought a MEN pink final that evening. I remember whereabouts I was stood on the Kippax. I remember City and United fans chanting Celtic/Rangers at each other. I remember being stood at the turnstile outside and seeing the first United shirts of the day and suddenly realising that I was at my first derby.A couple of months before the League Cup Final (wasn’t afforded the replay at Maine Road) to be precise but that doesn’t detract from his pertinent point.
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I’m not going to labour the second point but I will say this; if you get drawn against Roma in Europe, make sure you get to the away tie, head for that bridge and let me know how you get on. I promise you one thing, you won’t forget a second of that. Any fan guide to the game will tell you that you go there at your peril.
If I do, I’ll probably have my own lads with me. One of them is 13. I can’t imagine I’ll be stood watching rocks being hurled at City coaches as they cross the Tibor river just as much as I couldn’t imagine sneaking him through a hole in a stadium wall to get in. That might be just me though.Well, as it was his second European Cup final then, I’m pretty sure that a nipper will have been even more excited and desperate to get out there when he recalled last years trip. I’m not surprised he remembers loads, these are landmark moments in your youth when you look back.
I’m not going to labour the second point but I will say this; if you get drawn against Roma in Europe, make sure you get to the away tie, head for that bridge and let me know how you get on. I promise you one thing, you won’t forget a second of that. Any fan guide to the game will tell you that you go there at your peril.
Italy per se bar Milan who don’t tend to have any political tendencies.
Gorgeous country ..... when there’s no togger on.
From someone who absolutely lives for European trips, I swerved Naples this year. Twice in that absolute cesspit of inhumanity is more than enough for me. Couldn’t pay me to go back there. Absolutely NO fun at all the whole trip watching yer back in that moody ____hole.
There comes a point where your own personal safety outweighs everything and Naples and Turin are that point.
If I do, I’ll probably have my own lads with me. One of them is 13. I can’t imagine I’ll be stood watching rocks being hurled at City coaches as they cross the Tibor river just as much as I couldn’t imagine sneaking him through a hole in a stadium wall to get in. That might be just me though.