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Date: Tue Jun 08 02:58:24 EDT 1999
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This Issue:
1. www.red11.org Player Of The Year Results!
2. Ask the StatMan
3. United keeping tabs on Di Biagio?
4. Giggs keen to leave his mark on Schmeichel swansong
5. Personal Barcelona Report by Barry Leeming (Part 4 of 7)
6. Personal Barcelona Report by Billy Read
7. Personal Barcelona Report by Richard Sroka
8. Personal Barcelona Report by Phil Murray
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Bill's Daily Comment:
It's the silly season folks, so please don't believe all these transfer
rumours that surface every day. We report them to you because
they are being reported elsewhere, but don't believe everything you read.
IN FERGIE WE TRUST.
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Subject: www.red11.org Player Of The Year Results!
Survey #48 Results:
Who is UNITED's Player of the year?
David Beckham 367 46.3%
Roy Keane 103 13.0%
Dwight Yorke 102 12.9%
Jaap Stam 59 7.4%
Peter Schmeichel 53 6.7%
Ryan Giggs 28 3.5%
Ole Gunnar Solskjaer 24 3.0%
Andy Cole 18 2.3%
Jesper Blomqvist 12 1.5%
Teddy Sheringham 8 1.0%
Gary Neville 6 0.8%
Denis Irwin 4 0.5%
Paul Scholes 3 0.4%
David May 2 0.3%
Philip Neville 2 0.3%
Wes Brown 1 0.1%
Total: 792
Survey #49: Should Alex Ferguson be Knighted?
Question now open.
Vote now at: http://www.red11.org/mufc/survey/
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Subject: Ask the StatMan
Date: Thursday, June 3, 1999
Time: 11:10 AM EST
Submitted by: Phil Murray
Email address: 36
Comment: Statman - When was the last time UTD lost a Premier
League home game after conceding the FIRST goal. What was the
score and who was it against?
I heard a commentator saying 1987! I thought this was
outrageous, but then figured that seeing as we have done so well
in the nineties, maybe he was correct.
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The last time United lost a Premiership game after CONCEDING the
first goal would be the Middlesbrough game on Dec 19 1998 when
Hamilton Ricard scored in the 23rd minute - United lost 2-3.
The last time United lost a League game after SCORING the
first goal was at Chelsea on Mar 9 1991. Mark Hughes scored for
the Reds in the 33rd minute, but the home side went on to win 3-2.
United have yet to lose a Premiership game after scoring first.
The last time United lost a League at HOME after scoring first was on
Dec 9 1989. Russell Beardsmore scored in the 9th minute, but
Crystal Palace won 2-1.
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Subject: Ask the StatMan
Date: Friday, June 4, 1999
Time: 4:46 PM EST
Submitted by: Simon Rose
Email address: simonr@bxr.com
visitor_country: USA
visitor_age: 34
Question:
Paul, I'm a Timperley Red now working in the US. I enjoy your
contributions to the Daily News/Simplenet site. My question is,
I'm pretty certain I witnessed one of Mark Bosnich's 3 (?)
United appearances
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Mark Bosnich's 3 League appearances for United were:
30 Apr 1990 Wimbledon (h) 0-0 29,281
16 Apr 1991 Derby County (h) 3-1 (Blackmore, McClair, Robson) 32,776
20 May 1991 Tottenham (h) 1-1 (Ince) 46,791
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Subject: United keeping tabs on Di Biagio?
Ian Ross
Tuesday June 8, 1999
Alex Ferguson would like to add the
combative skills of Italy's Luigi Di Biagio
to the Manchester United midfield next
season. Ferguson has officially registered
his interest and it is believed a bid in
excess of £7.5m would pave the way for
the 28-year-old's departure from Roma.
Ferguson's interest in Di Biagio suggests
he might sanction the sale of at least one
member of his European Cup winning
squad, possibly the England international
Nicky Butt.
Though Ferguson admires Butt's skill and
patience he was unable to guarantee him
regular first-team football last season and
is aware that Sunderland would not
hesitate to meet an asking price of around
£6m if encouraged to make a bid.
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Subject: Giggs keen to leave his mark on Schmeichel swansong
By John Richardson
Tuesday, June 8, 1999
Ryan Giggs readily acknowledges that Manchester United team-mate
Peter Schmeichel will provide a stubborn barrier to Wales' hopes
of Euro 2000 qualification.
Tomorrow night at Anfield - an arena which has often brought out
the best in the Great Dane in so many titanic contests with
Liverpool - Schmeichel plays his final game in England before
officially leaving United for a new continental challenge.
If he remains unbeaten, Welsh hopes of grabbing second spot in
Group One and a play-off place to reach next year's finals in
Belgium and Holland will almost certainly be destroyed.
Neville Southall and Mark Hughes, who take charge of the side
following Bobby Gould's surprise resignation, have asked the
supporters to turn Anfield into Wales for the night. On the
field, Giggs and company will be attempting to help downgrade
Schmeichel from a super stopper to the status of mere goalkeeping
mortal.
Giggs said: 'Peter didn't play against us when we won in Denmark
in October and used that as an excuse for the Danes' defeat. I
know he is looking forward to playing at Anfield because he's
disappointed at the way Denmark have performed so far in the
qualifying stage.
'I have already told him that I'm going to score. He has told me
I won't.
'He's a great keeper and we're all disappointed at Manchester
United that he is moving on. He's one of the main reasons why we
have been so successful. The United defence has been brilliant,
mainly because of him.
'If you get past the defenders you still have to get past him
and that's an awesome task. A lot of forwards get praise for
winning matches but he has won many for United.' One thing's for
certain - training at United next season will be a lot quieter
without the booming voice of Schmeichel.
'I can even hear him and I play at the other end of the field.'
said Giggs. 'But that's what helps give him that tremendous
mental strength. It keeps him on top of his game.
'I have never played against Peter before and, hopefully, we can
get the right result against Denmark. We know we have to do well
in our home games to have any chance of qualifying.'
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Subject: Personal Barcelona Report by Barry Leeming (Part 4 of 7)
"Getting Better All The Time"
- REDS in Barce Epic Pt:4/7
"Barce Beat - Nou Camp Crush"
"REDS Are Going To Barcelona" Pt 4/7 by Barry Leeming
Dateline Wed 26th May European Cup Final Day [8.00am-1900hrs]
After going fairly late to bed [3am] the original plan of waking up at 7am
had been slightly optimistic, I found myself in the shower at 8am feeling
"very high" and excited. I had to be in the town center to meet webmaster
Bill McArthur flying in late morning, so cooked English breakfast in the
hotel was hurried.
Dave, Phil and John had driven into Nou Camp early to secure match tickets!
Phones started to ring early and it was confirmed that a list meet was to
be at Hard Rock, Cataluna Square.
Walking down to the train in Calella the atmosphere was already electric
and we sang our
Andy Roberts "REDS Going to Barcelona" song. Train journey went without
hitch, train packed with both REDS and a few leather-hosen [they look
ridiculous]. Arriving at The Hard Rock a phone call confirmed Bill had
landed as was in a taxi. Wearing Gumbi outfit now and then did not spark
any success until the famous Mark Roberts appeared. Henrik went off to Nou
Camp to secure a last minute ticket hopefully not too expensive. Bill then
arrived, greetings + photos to commerorate Bill's long trek from Toronto
via Manchester!
Outside the Hard Rock my phone rang again "give us a wave", it was Richard
Martin standing on the other side of the same road! :)) Richard came over
and we made him pose with our Danish Flag. This day was to be amazing, we
were about to meet around 50 REDS from the International Mailing Lists and
then were to attend the biggest football match possible, a day which could
never be beaten.
If I forget any names in these diaries I apologise in advance I met too
many people to remember them all.
We wandered round the square and enjoyed the build up called a few folks
back home [my Dad] so they could soak up the atmosphere too! Hard Rock
opened and we took a photo of 6/7 Cape Town Reds who you can see on the
multi media version of this diary on the website. Crowds were gathering and
a queue formed outside the HR which would then remain all day long! I spoke
to the manager again and explained that I had invited a couple of thousand
REDS to his establishment on the internet, he did not believe me of course,
IF ONLY HE KNEW! :))
Faces I remember at this point reads like a who's who of the Mailing lists
including Linda Harvey + son & heir, Ethel Sleith, Paul Windridge, Alan
Dobson + Paula, Richard Martin, PJ Thum, Mark Roberts, Pete Steyger, Roger
Murney & Co, Paul Scully, Kerry Davies, Jon Leigh [cool glasses], Duncan
Drasdo [hat and all], Kevin Beard, Steve fisher & Co, Dave Menashe, Phil
and John, Boston Reds + SEAN HENNESSEY who was loaded with luggage - no
prob Sean - good to meet you at last! We had a few beers and a chat folks
coming and going all the time. Henrik turned up with his ticket, he had
secured a top notch [50 quid] seat for 200 quid. Leo from
"Danish REDS On Tour" party also purchased his ticket inside the HR for
40.000 pesetas, a bargain for him :))
Now to find Stephen Degiorgio who had both Bill's ECF ticket. Stephen awas
lost in Barce' so I asked him for a landmark and then drove to him in a
taxi. I was then able to guide him back to the Hard Rock cafe. This took
around 45mins but success! I found Stephen and we were able to join the RED
troops again and take a few more pics. Stephen is one of the quieter
members of the list but was looking forward to meeeting up with some of the
famous names!
We were *ALL ONE BIG HAPPY RED FAMILY* that day and it was most certainly a
day we will always remember!
So it was late afternoon and match time creeping up we decided to leave for
Nou Camp! The metro at Catalunya was packed to the brim so we decided to
walk one stop in the opposite direction "away" from the ground. It worked
and we were able to catch the metro there. We were split up at this point
[too many people]. I do remember being with my son Michael and Stephen all
the way, other faces like Bill McArthur, Henrik and Leo from Denmark had
disappeared, we were first to meet again AFTER the game!
The atmoshere was incredible! We were all "HIGH UP IN THE SKY" and the
community singing on the metro and walking to the ground all added to the
perfect build up for ECF 99! The small negative point going into the ground
was the police intervention making a cordon just North of the stadium
stopping the main body of REDS from entering the Nou Camp complex. The idea
was maybe to let a few in at a time but you could see in their faces that
they were nervous and were not sure waht to do. I was held at the front of
the cordon an we tried to break first left then right. Small amounts of
Reds broke through but by now there were mounted police and a few batons
flying to hold us back.
EVERYONE knew that this build up "caused by the police" was potentially
dangerous. We eventually escaped by going left and slipping through but I
was not at all happy by the way Policing held others back!
Once through we just wanted to get into the ground and this went
considerably easy. We were frisked going into the ground, the police
presence was still tight which meant that some poor RED in front of me who
was pushing was pushed back out of the ground and ticket confiscated. He
was in a terrible state but I just had to carry on my way in as I knew
complaining would mean the asame treatment for myself.
WE WERE IN NOU CAMP :)))))))) Releif 60 mins + before kick off we arranged
where to meet after the game and then I proceeded to clamber up the steps
to the Nou Camp 3rd tier, 1st row seat 2!
As I walked out to my seat the enormity of the whole place HIT ME LIKE A
HAMMER. No roof, REDS everywhere and just a f...n' beautiful sight.........
I was to witness the final of the European Cup featuring the greatest
football team on earth
Manchester United FC, it was Sir Matt's 90th birthday and all of 31 years
after that first Busby Triumph.
This was surely a dream???
"REDS Are Going To Barcelona" Pt 5/7 tbc THE MATCH [26th May 20.00-22.00hrs]
Barry Leeming
Multi media: http://www.red11.org/mufc/barcelona.htm
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Subject: Personal Barcelona Report by Billy Read
Barca trip of a lifetime.........
It all started, for me, on Thursday March 18th 1999 - the
morning after the 1-1 draw with Inter had secured United's place
in the semi-finals against as yet unknown opposition (I was
willing to lay bets it was going to be Juve). Surfing onto the
easyJet website I was able to secure a seat from Aberdeen
(Inverness, my nearest airport, had bad connection times) to
Luton and then onto Barcelona for only =A3170 return and after a
few minutes thought I decided to bite the bullet and book it.
Either way I would hopefully see the European Champions League
final and if I was really lucky it would include United.
My mate Kevin also declared his interest in the trip and I
secured his tickets on the same flight a couple of days later.
Sure enough, Juve were drawn to be our semi-final opponents and
after 15 minutes of the 2nd leg I was really down in the dumps
and trying my best to convince myself I'd enjoy watching the
Itis in the final. Well another great comeback ensured it was
United I was going to watch and all was well in the end.
So armed with Pasetas-a-plenty and our bags and red shirts we
headed to the 5am train from Inverness to Aberdeen to catch our
9am flight to Luton on Tuesday morning. We noticed a handful of
other reds at the airport and some even had tickets. How we
were envious. An hour and a half later we were in Luton and
straight to the bar for our first of the day. It's been some
time since I've drank at that time of day but, alas dear
Yorrick, it was going down well in the Shakespeare Bar. Next
thing you know one of our mates was walking past so we called
him over and drank a pint or two before he caught his connecting
Inverness flight.
It was at this point that we met Wayne from Birmingham and Steve
from Milton Keynes I think, and it turned out Wayne was on the
same flight to Barcelona as us but Steve was on a later one.
After a couple more beers in the departure lounge Wayne was
invited to stay in our Hotel room (just off Las Ramblas) as he
had nothing organised and a friendship was well and truly
cemented. We didn't see Steve again as he was staying out of
town but as he already had a ticket he wasn't too worried. Now
though, there were three of us in the search for a ticket and it
was in good spirits we boarded the flight and after a few more
beers on the plane we were in Barcelona by 6pm local time.
First stop we decided was to be the Nou Camp to see if there
were any tickets knocking about and to weigh up the general
situation. So the bags were collected and off we went after
Passport control had steadfastly refused to stamp my gleaming,
previously unused passport. Bastardos!
So after a short trip we were at the Nou Camp and what a sight
it was to behold. Bloody huge! As were the prices of the
tickets the locals were trying to sell us. 80,000 Pts being
well above our agreed limit we trooped off round the corner for
some Spanish beer and to soak up the evening sun. Next we headed
further along the street and after some photos with the local
talent (plenty of local talent) we ambled (stumbled?) upon a
pleasant little diner/bar of which there must be thousands in
Barcelona. I got chatting in a very
Catalan/English/no-hope-of-understanding-each-other way with a
local who it transpired was called Jordi! So with my new friend
Jordi Cruyff sat beside me at the bar and copious amounts of
beer on the go we had a sparkling first few hours in the city.
Jordi wasn't keen on me calling him Cruyff but after a few beers
a friendship was struck. It's easy to make friends when there's
beer around!
It was by now 9pm so we jumped in a taxi (literally) and sped
over to Las Ramblas and the Placa Catalunya with an amiable
driver who's name we never did discover. But he laughed all the
way as we sang and shouted from the now open taxi windows until
we got dropped off. Walking down Las Ramblas it was a sight to
behold. Thousands of Reds from top to bottom enjoying the warm
Catalan evening so we hurried to our Hotel and checked in before
heading straight back out again to enjoy the evening's
festivities.
I've never seen so many Reds milling round and enjoying
themselves so far from home, and this being my first Euro away
trip I guess I was somewhat spoilt. Another bar was quickly
found and a round was ordered. 3,500 pasetes was the barman's
cry as he delivered them in front of us, some with heads bigger
than the beer. F**k Right Off we retorted and trooped out
quicker than we had trooped in. 14 quid for 3 beers? We're
mad, but not that mad. Further up Las Ramblas we found a place
with sensible prices and had a few more while listening to the
Red Army chanting and singing outside.
It was at this point I decided to join them and I honestly
thought I'd died and gone to heaven. It was fantastic (not
unbelievable, that was to come later!) being in amongst them all
having the time of my life. I even stood up on a chair and
directed the proceedings for a while, taking plenty of snaps in
the process of the gathered hoards. It was quite a feeling
leading hundreds, probably thousands, in a few songs - some of
which I'd only just learnt and it is a memory that will stay
with me for ever. My personal favourite being "Taking over,
taking over, taking over Bar-ce-lo-na" to the tune of
Championes. In sobriety I would maybe have found no one was
listening to me and I was just joining in, but believe me,
whilst under the influence, and standing on a chair above
everyone it felt like I was leading even if I wasn't. Anyway,
next thing I knew I stood down from the chair for a breather and
in through the madding crowds appears Boylie himself! So we had
a quick chat and off it all started again! Absolutely brilliant
- If this is the afterlife, bring it on!
Retiring to a bar some time later I was beginning to feel the
pace and excitement of the day. Maybe the beer too. I was
later told I'd fallen asleep at the bar (passed out?) for half
an hour much to the consternation of the locals and barmen but
they were re-assured by my mate that I did it all the time at
home and there was nothing to worry about. Upon my awakening I
decided it had been a long enough day so I left Kevin and Wayne
to it and headed for the hotel for a much needed real kip.
Waking up the next morning, slightly groggy, I found that Wayne
and Kevin had made their way back to the Hotel and Wayne had
duly been sneaked in. It was about 9am and my two companions
were making a fine variety of snoring and farting noises so I
quickly encouraged them to awaken to alleviate this problem.
It turned out that after I had bailed out the previous evening
the two likely lads had headed down to the Port and after being
turned down from entering a club (they were in shorts) they had
stumbled upon a couple of 'ladies of the night' with whom they
had struck up conversation. As it transpired my two chums
became suspicious of one of the, ahem, "ladies" and upon closer
examination it turned out that she was no lady! "She" turned
out to be a "He". The boys legged it.
After the 3 S's (showering, shaving and s***ing) we made our way
up Las Ramblas and started to walk toward the Nou Camp. After
quite some time and consulting with a local we decided that 2
hours of walking was not on the list of urgent requirements and
jumped into another taxi. Upon arrival at the stadium at around
11am we discover there are already hoards of fans there all in
the same boat as us, ticketless. We walk around the perimeter
of the stadium and have a sit down for a while in the shade to
avoid the midday sun. Prices are still ridiculous so we decide
to head up the road and take on some more fuel.
It was at this point we noticed the first cordon being set up
and as we were to discover, once we were outwith it we couldn't
get back in until later that evening. We found thousands of
Reds beside a small shopping centre and Kevin and Wayne
purchased some more beer, while I being the lightweight opted
for bottled water and a tube of suntan cream from the adjacent
chemist. When I presented the factor 8 cream to the assistant
she nearly fell over laughing and quickly directed me to the
factor 26! Not being one to argue, I purchased the high factor
sun cream (or should that be sunblock?) and proceed to apply
liberally over my exposed white legs and arms. And nose. It
was around this time that we managed to get one of those Amstel
hats that everyone was wearing as they were being dished out
free by a truck and now I really felt I looked the part! Brit
abroad or what?
Going back down towards the stadium we were stopped at the inner
cordon from going any further by the Spanish Police - and they
didn't look like they were going to take no for an answer. So
we were stood watching the world go by armed with beer/water and
suncream and hats. At this point a fine chap by the name of
Paul made his acquaintance known to us and we were suddenly a
foursome. Paul was from Cheltenham and seemed a real nice guy.
He had a ticket, which he'd blagged earlier that morning for
=A3200 and his mission for the rest of that day was to help us
get a ticket. Thanks Paul, for the time and effort you put in
helping 3 ticketless reds when you really didn't have to
bother. But he did, and for that I'll always be grateful.
We eventually wandered back towards the small shopping centre
and then past it and were directed towards a large shopping
mall. Inside, more beer was eventually found, toilets used and
staff abused but it was all good natured fun and the Spanish
staff couldn't help themselves but laugh when I described how I
needed the toilet. I think it was the sound effects that gave
it away. Anyway, back to the street and the ticket search.
After an hour or so we were still having no joy and as it was mid
afternoon we returned to a small Spanish bar we'd found, tucked
away in a maze of buildings on the way to the Mall. An hour or
two was spent here just keeping out of the sun and enjoying our
day. We had decided by this time to wait until nearer the match
in the hope that tickets would be lower priced so were in no
hurry to go back to the Nou Camp.
At 6pm we wandered back Nou Campwards and back onto the golddust
trail. We met a young Spaniard who arranged to meet us back at
the Mall with tickets for 40,000 pts (=A3165) but he failed to
show which was probably just as well for him, as we'd got in tow
with this lad who was going to give him a right hook and pinch
the tickets before legging it back to a pre-arranged meeting
point! I wasn't too keen on that and thankfully it didn't
happen. We were then offered tickets in the German end for
=A3120 each but I felt we still had a good chance of being in
with the Reds as the prices started to drop nearer to kick off
so these were politely declined at the consternation of my
travelling mates. Have faith, I told them.
We again made our way back to the inner cordon, just in time as
it happened as they set up an outer cordon with police vans
moments after we arrived. I was then almost mown down by a pair
of huge police horses that didn't appear to be in the mood to
mess with anybody. As we stood and watched the police slowly
let a few hundred fans through at a time we began to despair.
Surely our chance of tickets had gone and we were destined to
watch the match in a bar, or listen to the roars from outside
the stadium. We had already noticed that a huge television was
set up beside the Nou Camp but how could we get to it if the
Police weren't letting people inside the inner cordon without
tickets?
Just when we were beginning to get agitated it happened. A
local with whom we had earlier talked to approached us and
offered his once 80,000 pts (=A3330) tickets for 50,000 pts
(=A3205). We negotiated with him and said we could only afford
40,000 pts and he considered this but turned us down. Again, we
were ticketless and beginning to get worried. Paul had already
said his goodbyes as he was worried about getting into the
ground given the considerable time it was taking to get through
the cordons. Then, would you believe it, the local bloke came
back to us and a deal was arranged at 40,000pts each. We even
were going to have 3 tickets side by side. Brilliant we
thought. Other Reds gathered round as the deal was done and
ascertained the tickets weren't fakes and they wished us well as
we sped off to join the massed ranks waiting to get through the
cordons. Another lad had joined us at this point, who's name I
can't remember, and off we went round the stadium looking for
the entrance point. Of course if we'd have gone clockwise
instead of anti-clockwise we'd have stumbled upon the gate in 5
minutes as opposed to 15.
But, we wouldn't have met Viv Anderson behind the German end.
We duly said our hellos and goodbyes after a photo or two and
eventually we got in. Through the first gate - no trouble.
Through the second gate - Wayne first - through, great I
thought, they're all genuine. Other bloke - no problem. Me -
no problem, although my heart was racing as the guy on the
turnstile scanned my barcode - it seemed to take an age. Then
Kevin got held up. His barcode scanned and scanned until
finally they let him through - boy, was he sweating. So were
we! Anyway, we made our way out into the stadium and our seats
were as good as the Spaniard had promised. Opposite the TV
cameras, 15 yards down from the halfway line towards the
Germans, 20 rows back of the bottom tiers. Fantastic.
Once we settled down in our seats, after getting bum steers from
people already in them trying to redirect us elsewhere, the game
had just started so the timing couldn't have been any better -
or worse depending on which way you look at it. Either way we
were there and this, as far as I was concerned was the dog's
bollox. Superb. I thought I was dreaming.
Then the bloody Germans had the cheek to score and it was 85
minutes of torture. To be fair to Wayne, he said when they hit
the post that we were going to win it. When they hit the bar he
said we were definitely going to win it - me, I wasn't so sure.
I'll not go into detail, you know the script but before too long
the large screens above each end of the stadium were showing
full time and they didn't detail the injury time. As I had
missed the 4th official's board I hadn't a clue either, so being
sad I started my stopwatch - why I don't know really - and by
the time I'd sorted it out Becks did some hard work and Gary won
us a corner. What happened after that was a blur but eventually
the ball ended up in the net and pandemonium broke out. Now,
this is why I came to Barcelona, 50,000 plus Reds jumping,
dancing, singing, screaming, hugging, you name it, we were doing
it - well almost. In fact it was better than that as it all
happened again a minute later unlike a certain other
activity........
I saw us win another corner but didn't appreciate the work Ole
put in to win it until I saw the recorded match when I got
home. The corner was swung in and the rest is a blur. I saw
the ball hit the roof of the net and the first set of
celebrations seemed almost tame by comparison. Down in seat row
20ish of block 133ish of entry 19 we were going ga-ga. Kevin
said the last thing he saw of me after the goal celebration was
my feet whizzing dangerously close to his head as I went
head-over-heels backward into the footwell of the seat behind
me. Wayne was going daft. As was everybody around him. Try as
I might I couldn't get anyone to get me up for a good 30 seconds
so I just lay there screaming, as you do in situations like
these!
Very quickly, thankfully, the Ref blew his whistle and game was
over. The Bayern players were on the ground, we were
celebrating again and the United players had joined in too.
Absolutely unbelievable. Never could I have imagined what would
happen. If it was a script for a film you'd rate it in the
nice-idea-but-too-far-fetched category. It would have made
Escape to Victory look believable. Soon the United players were
mounting the podium and the European Cup was in Schmeichel's
hands. The celebrations started and a lot more went on than was
shown on ITV (I've complained to them about their appalling pre
and post match coverage already, awaiting response) and it was
special being there to see it. I hope when United release the
video of the game they include the antics of the players which
went on for a good 3/4 hour after the match had stopped - it was
different class.
We made our way out of the stadium at about 11.15pm and once
clear of the ground we headed towards where we thought the taxis
might be to take us back to Las Ramblas. An hour later we were
still searching for them when we walked round a corner and guess
what? We were back at the Nou Camp! I couldn't believe it, but
we raised a laugh as nothing could take away our feeling of
elation on this night. Somehow we made our way onto the
Diagonal which I knew would take us somewhere near Las Ramblas
and started walking again. Half way (not that we knew it at the
time) along we stopped in at a wateringhole and I had my first
beer of the day, actually it was now Thursday but you know what
I mean, but as I was wanting to remember everything I was
quickly back on the lemonade. The bar started to get busy and
Viv Anderson walked in, to whom Wayne called out "are you
following us?" He laughed and shared in our joke before sitting
down in the corner and we got back to our weary feet and
continued onwards. At about 3am we found ourselves back at the
Port on the east end of Las Ramblas and after negotiating
through the hoards of Reds and nearly as many psychotic Spanish
Police we got back to our hotel room.
Wayne and Kevin went straight back out again in search of more
beer, while I opted to stay in as I was utterly and totally
knackered from all the walking, jumping, singing and general
hysteria of the previous 18 hours, not to mention the night
before. The boys awoke me from my slumber at 5am to declare
they'd seen some sensational stuff at a 'dodgy' club just down
the road. What these entertainers wouldn't do with fellow Reds
wasn't worth doing apparently although they denied any physical
involvement themselves! Maybe it's as well I didn't go out
again!!!!!!
The next morning we phoned home on Wayne's mobile and he bought
us breakfast in MacDonald's as a way of thanking us for letting
him bed down for a couple of nights - my first food since
Tuesday morning in Luton. Wayne is a top bloke and we will be
sending photos of the trip back and forth once they are
developed. As our flight home was early afternoon we headed to
the airport, leaving Wayne to do some shopping before his
evening flight and we said our goodbyes to our new friend.
The captains of both flights home were ahead of schedule and we
were able to catch an earlier train than expected and therefore
we were back in our village by 9.15pm on the Thursday night. We
had the time of our lives, the stuff dreams are made of and I
doubt I'll ever experience a time like that again in my life.
My girlfriend is due to give birth to our first child in 3 weeks
and that will be something extremely special I'm sure, but in
football terms I'll never ever beat Barcelona, of that I'm sure.
Taking over Barcelona indeed. And I was there. Unbelievable.
To see your team in the European Cup Final is for me an amazing
experience. To see them win is even better - something very
special. But it was more than that - it was the manner of the
victory which will always live with me.
The stuff dreams are made of.
Billy
Balti-Devil
Billy.Read@Halliburton.com
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Subject: Personal Barcelona Report by Richard Sroka
Saturday 22nd May 1999 - Could not get any tickets for Wembley so decided to
go to Mick's Bar, 'Volleys' in Wimbledon to watch it. My wife Mandy & I left
home early to meet Liam & Colleen in the city before heading down to
Wimbledon for a Pre Match meal. Had a great feeling about this game - could
not see how the Mags could win.
Arrived at the bar at midday, Mick was there. The start of what would prove
to be an UNBELIVABLE week had started. Magic, Mick had our tickets for
Barca. Had a superb meal & great wine - Lewis had done Mick proud. Mr T, Pen
Sang & the giant South African, Duncan all from the Thai Restaurant in the
City arrived. Mr T likes a gamble so it was off to Ladbrokes, via a few of
the village's watering holes. I fancied 2-0 & placed my bet.
Returned to Volleys where Gerry and Ash had arrived. Downed a few beers,
then it was Kick Off. Oh my god, what's happened to Keano? Had a moments
relapse, but no, there was no way the Ruud Boys could slay the Super Reds.
10 minutes and United thanks to Teddy were one up. BIG cheers and dancing,
the Bar was packed with what seemed to be all Reds other than 2 guys who
were watching the Cricket World Cup on another TV. It was a stroll in the
grass for the Reds, what a good warm up for Wednesday. Scholesy made it 2 -
Treble Double Winners - Take that Gooners.
Gave Lewis my Winning Slip from Ladbrokes in return for 3 Bottles of
Champers. The party had begun. Mick's rendition of 'Don't Cry For Me Bayern
Munich' on the Karaoke was funny, but I don't think it will catch on.
Tuesday 25th May 1999 - 7:15 am Taxi picks me up & off to Mick's, then Barca
via Luton & Madrid here we come. Mick & me have been mates for about 25
years now since school. Followed the Reds together since then although
admittedly not as regular these last 3 or 4 years. Mick had managed to get
the tickets from a punter that uses his bar in Wimbledon. This punter Steve,
works for a firm that have Executive seats at The Theatre of Dreams. Steve
though had been in Sri Lanka on business and was going to meet us at The
Hard Rock, in Barca on Wednesday. At Luton we meet John & Phil also from
Volleys. Mick said he was going to get himself and me good seats on the
plane with plenty of leg room, as his foot was giving him jip. It wasn't
Gout but an old football injury he reckoned. It worked. We had great seats,
John & Phil looked cramped. The plane was full of Reds and the banter was
great.
Arrived at Madrid & a Taxi to our hotel for a quick shower & change before
exploring the Tapas Bars of Madrid. John lost the Spoof at the Caf=E9 Valencia
and picked up the tab for our meal. The proprietors had had enough of our
custom by about 1:00am so we left to find another Bar before returning to
out hotel at about 4:00am. Wednesday 10:00am we all meet in a Tapas Bar next
door to our hotel for a hair of the dog to kick start the day then off to
the airport for our flight to Barca.
At Barca Phil phoned Steve to see where he was. His flight from Sri Lanka to
Paris had been delayed, and his flight from there to Barca was therefore
going to be tight. We decided to go to our hotel to shower & change. Phil
returned to the airport to wait for Steve, John went to the Caf=E9 Zurich to
meet another guy, Mick & myself went to the Hard Rock. The atmosphere in
Barca was electric, Reds everywhere, very few Germans. In the Hard Rock I
met up with Paul Gallen from New York, where I spent St Patricks Day with
him this year watching the United Milan game. Noddy from London arrived,
then Gerry and Ash. Paul introduced me to the Salford Lass. So many faces in
town for this UNBELIVABLE occasion. We left the Hard Rock at 6:00pm to make
our way to the Nou Camp. The crowd at the subway was huge so Ash said we had
better try and jump a cab. Luckly Ash's knowledge of the Spanish Language is
first class, and he convinced the cabbie to take us. We were dropped off 3
minutes from the ground. Mick found a bar 'El Fussion' or Confussion as we
nicknamed it. We left there at 8:00pm and agreed to meet Gerry & Ash back at
Confussion after the game.
Got to Gate 4 by 8:05pm where there was about 500Reds waiting to get in.
Some prick threw a bottle which hit a Police Horse then the Calvary
appeared. Mick & myself slipped off and got into the ground via Gate 3. Here
they scanned our tickets with a bloody Bar Code machine - no wonder things
were held up. Got to our seats in good time though.
What a terrible start. Towards the end of the second half I started to look
at the clock, 42 minutes, 43 minutes, 44 minutes. I resigned to the fact
that we had blown it - unlike Bestie though I stayed to the end.
But then 'OH TEDDY TEDDY, WENT TO MAN. UNITED & WON THE LOT' did the
business. The rest IS HISTORY.
After the match we returned to 'Bar El Cunfussion' & got blitzed with the
rest of the lads. Left there at about 4:00am for our hotel and a few more
beers before our flight to Madrid from Barca at 9:15am.
Got home to London at 7:00pm. Mandy had a superb 'Winners Dinner party'
waiting. All weekend I kept replaying & replaying the last 15 minutes of the
match. I have watched the full game about 4 times now. We didn't play as bad
as I thought we had at the time.
Paul it was great to see you at the Hard Rock. We'll have to get together in
New York soon for a pint to relive the experience. Unfortunately I did not
manage to get Quinner a programme. When I got into the ground I saw some
UEFA Offical & asked him 'Where can I buy some programs?' He said follow me
& preceded too take me outside of the stadium where I managed to buy 10.
However when I returned to 'Check Point Charlie' they refused to let me
re-enter at first. I managed to blag myself in - Lucky a?
I left the bag with the programs in under my seat & after the presentation &
singing 'If You All Hate Scousers Clap Your Hands' left the Nou camp without
collecting the programs from under my seat. I'm not sure though if after the
first goal I ended up in the correct seat.
It was truly UNBELEIVABLE - Cloud Nine is brilliant.
Richie Sroka
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Subject: Personal Barcelona Report by Phil Murray
Barca - US Reds
by "Phil Murray"
Jon Clark and myself set off from San Jose on Thursday 20th May with hopes
of seeing both the FA Cup Final and the European Cup Final. First stop, SF
airport for our flight to Heathrow. Didn't see any other reds aboard our
flight - surprise, surprise. Arrived at Heathrow, Friday morning without any
plans, no car, no hotel, no match tickets. Met some Aussie bird waiting for
her boyfriend. She had no tickets for Wembley! Never mind. Ended up staying
at Jon's aunts pub, The Golden Eagle in Chesham. Our taxi driver from the
train station was a Utd season ticket holder originally from Trafford! He
gave us a slight hope of tickets as he said he may know someone. No such
luck. If he'd have known we were coming he would have sorted us out, or so
he said! Next time I'll just call in advance to let all the Taxi driver's in
London know that I'm coming...
Friday night came and went. I think we had a few pints. Saturday morning and
we set off for Wembley. Met some lads on the train, one of whom I later saw
at the Hard Rock Cafe in Catalunya Square! First tout I encountered was
right outside the Wembley Park tube stop. I must say his offer sounded
pretty good, 250 quid! However as this was the first offer I was reluctant
to give in so easily. Surely if this was the first offer I could do better?
The scar from his right eyebrow down his cheek to his lip also put me off a
little...This was about 12:00. Wembley Way was wall to wall BarCodes - I
reckon that all the Utd fans were in the pubs, whereas the BarCodes one day
out a year meant that they couldn't afford to spend any money on the finer
things in life, i.e.warm Stella, and had to just hang around until kick off
singing "You can stick the F**king treble up yer arse". We'll see, won't we!
Almost 3 hours later still no ticket and the touts are still asking 400
quid! F**k! Well, one last walk up Wembley way, see if we can find anything
under 250. Everyone coming back down Wembley Way reported that there were no
tickets to be had, and that there weren't even any touts left. So, off to
the nearest pub. The Torch was packed wouldn't let anybody else in. Wait,
Teddy just scored! Teddy? Another pub - closed. Next pub, the cops were
inside watching, but the pub was shut! Taxi time, ended up at The George(?)
in Kingsbury. Pretty friendly, even though the Toon Army were in force and
everyone else in there was either Chelsea, Arsenal and Spurs! 2nd half -
decided to shoot across the street to the Wishing Well as this was supposed
to be full of reds - it was. Part 2 complete and the pints were going down
pretty good! Eventually made it back to Chesham where 2 sad geordies sat
crying in their pints. Some conversation ensued where we all agreed that
Shearer was history. Sounds like they want him as much as we do.
Fast forward to Tuesday morning and "Reds going to Barcelona."
Unfortunately, Monday night we had spent in Wimbledon, and our bags were on
the other side of London, still in Chesham. So somehow we had to do the
Wimbledon-Chesham-Gatwick commute without a car by about 1:00pm. We
eventually made it to Gatwick with time to spare for a quick pint, or two.
The airport was full of reds, a lot taking our route to Barcelona, via
Toulouse. Dave Menashe (famous San Jose red - now known as "Ace") met us at
check-in as he had my flight ticket. A couple of reds we met were from
Zimbabwe! They were watching the cricket. The infamous "any spares?" was
lauded around to no avail. Everyone had tickets except me and Jon! Not to
worry, I'm sure there'll be plenty in Barca!
Picked up the rental car at toulouse airport and then headed down the A19
(?) towards Montpellier, Narbonne and Barcelona! Saw lots of reds and a few
Germans on the way, always letting them know what we thought. It's amazing
how quick you can get around when there is virtually no speed limit. Here in
California it would have taken us about 4.5 hours to get to Barca, yet
before you knew it we were pulling into Lloret de Mar with the hopes of
finding a hotel - yeah, right!
This is where Barry "he's our saviour from afar" Leeming enter's the story.
We finally find a place in Lloret (a bit lucky) but at the same time Dave
has gotten hold of Barry, who has also booked a room for us in the same
hotel as his - the fancy 5-star Hotel Miami in Sunny Calella! We don't know
where we are but Barry say's he'll find us! I still don't know how he did
it, but two minutes later Barry pulls up. Then he buys us some McDonalds, as
we don't have any pesetas, gives us directions to the hotel, then he takes
off in pursuit of Linda Harvey. Barry, you are a god!
That night we find a bar called "Champions" where a couple of Barry's Danish
friends are at, Henrik and Leo? As usual a few pints are in order before we
head back to the hotel to get a good night's rest (4 hours) before the best
day of our lives!
Wednesday arrives and the first thing on our minds is the Nou Camp - for
tickets! We eventually get there around 9:30 and the place is already
buzzing. The first thing I notice is how few Germans there are. Reds are
here, there, everywhere. After about 10 minutes we come across some Spanish
bloke (funny - he wasn't on a scooter!) He's selling tickets and some Utd
fan ahead of us has just talked him down to 75,000 pesetas a pair! Me and
Jon decide that we will jump on that, and then no more worries about getting
in. When we look at our tickets we realise we have pretty good seats,
neutral section (turns out later that ALL neutral sections are UTD!) first
level, even with 18 yard box, but at the German end. Face value 7000 pesetas
each, so we paid about 5 times face value! Apart from that now we can return
to the Ramblas and relax with a few adult beverages!
This list meeting place was at the Hard Rock Cafe so that's where we headed
first. That is where we met Barry, Mark Roberts, Steve Fisher, Glen and
Karen, PJ Thum, Linda Harvey, Bill McArthur, Pete Steyger, Sean Hennessy, to
name just a few. If I've forgotten anybody, and I'm sure I have, I really do
apologise, but meeting all these people for the first time on a day when so
much was happening...I hope you understand.
The beers continued to go down and any thoughts of returning to the hotel
for a quick afternoon siesta were soon forgotten. The square outside the
Hard Rock was now packed with Reds and a few Germans, singing non stop.
Takin Over, Takin Over, Takin Over Bar-ce-lona
was truly indicative of the Reds majority. We must have outnumbered the
Germans almost 3-to-1 (25,000 Germans - 65,000 Reds?) No sign of trouble
though. About 6 o'clock and thoughts turned to getting to the ground early
and getting in. Rumours had been surfacing about forgeries and how the first
person in the ground with a ticket, forged or not, had the best chance. If
two barcodes the same showed up then the second may get turned away. This
was not to be the main problem though.
The tube was packed solid and Utd fans were in full voice. As we approached
the ground there was not a German in sight. The first problem we encountered
was a road block, consisting of two vans, a couple of horses, and a few
baton wielding cops. The purpose of this barricade was, well if you know
please tell me, because all it seemed to do was anger a few thousand, up
until now well behaved, supporters. Of course the prick who decided to drive
his Mercedes Convertible the wrong way though the crowd paid for his
endeavors with a smashed drivers side window. Thinking we were almost in we
were now pretty happy. A couple of other reds from the San Jose area were
spotted so we got out our 6ft x 6ft USA Supporters club banner for a few
Kodak moments.
Another checkpoint was reached, then another, and surprisingly by now kick-
off was approaching rather quickly. Our Access gate was #19 which meant we
had to walk around almost the entire stadium to get in. When we got to the
gate there was about 2,000 people trying to get through 5 or 6 turnstiles.
15 minutes later and unbelievably we are in!!! Only 15 minutes before kick
off, enough time to grab a hot dog and alcohol free beer, which I decided to
pass on. Down to our seats, 8 rows from the pitch, which actually weren't
our seats. We were told by the stewards to sit anywhere we could!
Kick off approached and the red army were all round the ground. What a
Stadium the Nou Camp is. Quite a sight. I couldn't spot any empty seats.
Very little, if any, segregation was in evidence. Attendance was said to be
about 90,000, I reckon 100,000 was closer to the truth.
As for the game...What can I say that hasn't already been said. A few
moments that I will never forget. The SOUND of the ball hitting the bar in
the last ten minutes. The crowd were silent for a split second as Jancker's
overhead kick headed goalward. Schmeichel tipping the ball over the bar
when, from my angle, he couldn't possibly reach it. We were going down 2-0,
I knew it. Yorkie missing the ball completely. Sitting there as the clock
ticked into injury time thinking that it just wasn't our night. The Double
seemed so unimportant at this point. And then...The stadium erupting,
disbelief, joy, tears, UNF**KINGBELIEVABLE! Extra time, thank God! Another
corner. Liverpool. The roof of the net bulging! The stadium erupting again,
more disbelief, more joy, more tears, UNF**KINGBELIEVABLE! The final
whistle. Oh, Teddy Teddy went to MAN U and won the LOT! Who put the ball in
the German's net? Ole Gunnar Solksjaer. The red flares in the north stand.
Reds everywhere. Singing. Thousands of flashbulbs as Schmikes and Fergie
raise the Holy Grail aloft. Being about 15 feet away from the European Cup
itself as Schmikes, Maysie paraded it in front of us. Memories. Beautiful,
everlasting, unforgettable, memories.
Then it was out into the streets. How the f**k do we get back to the
Ramblas. Well we ended up walking for miles, it seemed, getting a tube, then
a cab to the Michael Collins Irish pub by the Segrada Familia, this was
after some other cabbie took us to the old cathedral, where we encountered
another lost red soul looking for the same pub. We finally got there about
1:30, plenty of drinking time remaining. Mark Roberts, Steve Fisher, Jon
Clark, Ace Menashe, a couple of other San Jose Reds (Andy Patrick & Mike
Fisher) and myself, along with a couple hundred other reds then proceeded to
drink and drink and sing and sing until we could no more!
Mark and I ended up on the Ramblas at 7:00am Thursday morning before
returning to his room for a quick 1hr kip before taking Sean to the Airport.
Now I noticed that I had lost something - my voice! Everyone was hoarse but
mine had disappeared completely. Mark and I
were back off to the Nou Camp to relive some history. A quick tour of the
Barca boutique, a couple of souvenirs, and back into the stadium where
history was made the night before. As Mark had no friends left in Barca he
decided to join up with Jon, Dave and myself for a few days in Sunny
Calella, seeing as we weren't flying back from Toulouse until Saturday. On
the way there Mark and I got lost so we stopped and Mark asked some blind
person who could not speak English how to get onto the Motorway. Mark wanted
me to ask, but that would have been foolish as I couldn't speak. Imagine
this - English bloke, no voice, can't speak Spanish anyway, asking blind,
Spanish bloke who can't speak English to look at map for directions. Well,
Mark somehow communicating with this fellow (the Vulcan mind merge I think)
got us back to Calella somehow.
Calella'a quite a nice place really. No, on second thoughts it's not. It's a
piece of shite. The only thing I liked in Calella was the new "Official
United Home Kit" Left off the new crest are the words "United" and "Club" -
just Manchester Football. Maybe we have bought that other "big" club - City,
and have merged to create Manchester! A fine piece of workmanship, quality
material, and what a bargain! Some of the restaurants there are top notch
too. The quality of the photographs is quite impressive. Dave's desire to go
on a totty hunt one night led us to the "Club Marta". You like-a da girls?
No! Not those fat tarts anyway. Suffice to say we didn't even buy a drink in
there.
The rest of the week flew by and Saturday morning we said our goodbyes.
Dave, Jon and I drove back to Toulouse where we spent the night before
returning to London on Sunday morning. I ended up watching City beat
Gillingham in some pub in Wimbledon. Mixed emotions really. I didn't want
them to win but coming from Manchester I felt a little greedy wanting all
the glory. I don't know, I'm seeing a psychiatrist next week.
Well, enough of this.
What a match. What a team. And were United finished, not on your life! Watch
this fantastic goal...
History.
Phil (and Jon)
"Phil Murray"
ps: To all of those I have mentioned, and to those who we met, but whose
names and/or faces I have forgot to mention, it was a pleasure meeting all
of you. I look forward to seeing all of you again sometime in the not too
distant future.
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