piemandan wrote:2007 was mental. My ticket said seat number 1, but the first seat was number 2, so I had to stand up all game at the fence and got bloody soaked.
Every time I moved back under the stand, the French women behind kept shouting their heads off because they couldn't see. Absolute nightmare.
I remember wearing Converse that day with those two very convenient little holes at the bottom
My feet were that wet I had to wring my socks out in the toilet on the plane home
Not good.
Added to the fact that we had to argue with the people in the ticket office in French for our tickets, it was a good job we won the game. I do remember as well some old woman collaring Uncle Mo on the coach back to the airport and demanding a summer game the following year.
