The one I love is the City fan I, and hundreds of others met in Nice train station. We were all over for the Monaco game and had to get the train front Nice.
The scruffiest looking train guard was mithering everyone shaking hands, smiling and talking gibberish (OK French) in a fast unintelligible dialect. Suddenly he opened his uniformed coat to reveal a City shirt. Whilst all his colleagues carried on working he stood chatting (no one got a word in edgeways and we couldn't
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