Lokeren Away 2003

Hands down the worst hangover I have ever had was at that game. Got giddy the previous night drinking Belgium beers in Ghent and then hit the top shelf. School boy error

Great Irish bar in Ghent we were in, before and after the match, absolutely superb trip that was, apart from the drive back up from Stansted when we got back, but Ryanair for about £30 return to Charleroi, then train up to Antwerp, then train to Ghent, cheap as chips.

But 21 years ago, Jesus, remember it like it was a few months back.
 
Some scouser was trying to push into the front of the beer queue in the ground and he was getting dogs abuse

He claimed he was Joey Bartons brother. Not sure if he was bullshitting but if he was he could have been the one that went down for murder a couple of years later
He was, him and his dad were directly in front of me. Typical scousers, I'll leave it at that, not sure if it was the one who was banged up.
 
Great Irish bar in Ghent we were in, before and after the match, absolutely superb trip that was, apart from the drive back up from Stansted when we got back, but Ryanair for about £30 return to Charleroi, then train up to Antwerp, then train to Ghent, cheap as chips.

But 21 years ago, Jesus, remember it like it was a few months back.
That was the carbon copy of our trip mate. The trip home was very long l. But yeah 21 years ago is ridiculous
 
Hands down the worst hangover I have ever had was at that game. Got giddy the previous night drinking Belgium beers in Ghent and then hit the top shelf. School boy error
Same here.

I went to the ground the night before and the fans were putting stuff on the seats for the game so I helped for a while, walked around the pitch no problem.

After we were done their fans took me in the club bar in the main stand. Was drinking Belgian beers with them like it was Carling.

My Mrs, brother and mates arrived the next day, I was rough as a dog, couldnt feel my teeth.

Lokeren have fallen on hard times but on their way back up the leagues again.
 
Still got my un-used ticket. They just opened the door and let every fucker in. That stand made the Gene Kelly look safe.

Clear as day remember the tables of pick n mix and home made baked goods on the way in and lads just handing over beer mats as tickets. It was more akin to a village fate than what must have been 7/8 thousand blues.

The wooden stand was bowing under the pressure of 7,000 true Stella soaked blues.

I also remember a young student on the train back to Ghent with a rabbit/guinea pig in a cage. What he must have thought, I’ve no idea.
Getting back to a seemingly desolate town, only to ask a kid on a bike with a badminton racket “where good to go” and him sending us to a party street that went on till dawn. I also remember it being very cold.
 
I’ve got vague memories of being back in Brussels after the game and it kicking off with the Turks. Might have been a car on fire outside a boozer at some point?

But you know normally when there’s been a bit of mither and then the next day everyone is telling exaggerated tales of their part in it all?

Well it wasn’t like that. Every single one of us was just like… I ain’t got a fucking clue about anything that happened whatsoever from about 2pm onwards.
 

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