I enjoy international football still, but it is full of utter snides, a team with players like Busquets don't deserve a thing, and Portugal with Pepe, even England though I will support them despite who plays for them. Looking forward to the olympic fooball just to see younger player getting a chance to shine on a bigger stage.
Chico and Goats impending fight would be a start. Or a good bumming between Dave and Damon wherever he is? Or anything else we can preview.
Tbh I wouldn't mind seeing a few previews from you on certain events at Olympics, Bolt got smashed in the Jamaican Athletics the other day by someone called Blake for example.
The 2011 Derby when we won 2-0, went the game, put two quid on Cahill first goal, 2-0 finish, won a hundred quid, went back to Uni, went out on Wednesday, and went mental, spent over a hundred quid, so made a loss, but the best night I have ever had. As I was leaving I bought a hotdog in the main club (don't understand why they do that) and woke up in the morning, a trail of pink sick filled with hotdog from my bed to the sink. Mr Muscle was my lord and saviour that Thursday. Nothing says the best like a paper trail in the morning.
Drink.
I think Euro 2012 did a lot to win me over on international football. It was like an old fashioned tournament, not much snideness, great refereeing and lots of decent games. For me though, club football is still far superior and better quality - just my opinion.
Bang up for reading some pre-season previews, before the main event. I might do a few more write ups mate of events in my Olympic thread. Would love to see more things like gaming previews or tv-show previews and the like, anything really, I enjoy reading them.
Hahaha sounds like a boss night of Dex. Best night, well day/night I ever had was Chelsea in the FA Cup the other year. Was up at half 5 to get the 20 past 6 train from Ormskirk to Lime St. Then to get the half 7 train from Lime St to Euston.
So we are on the train and my mate goes "we've been up 2 hours, want a drink?" so the pair of us start on the cider/lager. By the time we got to Euston, we'd done, each, 2 cans of strongbow, 2 bottles of Sol, a can of those apple vodka things and shared a can of Fosters.
We got to Euston at 10 and went straight in search for an ale house. Found one and I turned to me mate and said "We're gonna be knackered, lets get a Jager down us 2 keep us awake." So we march to the bar and get a Jager each. The barman was an Aussie and told us he thought we were dead funny doing Jager's at 10 am and that he'd got back from a party at 7 and had to work at 10, so he'd need a Jager and asked if he could join is. The lid gave me and me mate an xtra jager for free and he had 2 himself. Wide awake now.
We get to Stamford Bridge bladdered. They serve Singha Beer there, and we necked a pint of that at HT. Still rotten, the match goes into extra time and Lampard scores. I slump to my chair fearing that we're out of the FA Cup. Me mate turns round and says, "we'l get one more chance, am telling you" - Then Leighton Baines happens.
About 2 minutes before the free kick happened, a Dad & Lad in front of us were sitting down. It was the lad's 1st ever Everton match, he was only about 6 or 7 - poor lad was crying his eyes out coz we were getting beat. I said "don't worry mate, we'l win another day". Next thing we get a free kick, 118th minute, our last chance. I'm thinking there is no way, because this never happens to Everton. Baines as you all know, slots and absolute peach, PANDEMONIUM!
I picked the young lad up and jumped for absolute joy and then his Dad grabbed him and well basically, it was limbs. I apologised to the Dad for grabbin his lad, but he didn't care he was made up we'd scored and the little fella had the biggest smile on his face which made it all worthwhile.
The penalties happen and as well all know, Neville slotted the winning pen. I went into an out of body experience I swear - it was just pure joy, happiness, I was in some sort of trance I didnt say anything I just celebrated for ages. The little lad was full of joy and that made me even more happy.
After the match we walk out, Evertonians singing everywhere, quick dash to the offy and more ale and we walked back to the tube which seem miles away but we wern't arsed. Evertonians bouncing on the tube back to Euston!
We get to Euston and stocked up on more ale. Next thing me mate goes "Isnt that Jack Rodwell on our train?" - The Everton team as they do for London games got the 1st class back to Runcorn and were on are train. I had a 6-pac of strongbow and Ossie is looking at me, gesturing me to give him one! All the fans were singing Everton to them and the players just sat there pi$$in themselves at us.
They get off at Runcorn to a hero's applause, everyone it seemed on the train got off and sung Everton at them.
Anyway - I lived in Ormskirk at the time and we all headed back there and drunk, and drunk and drunk. A mate sung 'I Guess That's why they call us the Blues" and the pub being full of us were going mad. The DJ who was a good mate of mine and an Evertonian then said "this is for all the Evertonians" for which a big cheer went up and then he played Z-Cars. The place erupted.
You see when we have a get together us blues and a party, there is no better party!! We stayed for the lock in till 4 in the morning, I dread to think of all the sambuca's, Jager's etc I'd done. It was the best day i've has supporting Everton and was the best night out I've ever had - I was surrounded by blues with all me mates and was drunk! I'd started drinkin at half 7 and finished round about half 4, it was well worth the hangover the next day!!