Move over Alan and Lowro. Here’s Al and Handsome!
June 16, 2006
There we go, there we go, there we go…
The atmosphere in the Frankenstadion was electric. We were all desperate to see a good performance following the slating the team received for the Paraguay game. But in almost typical England fashion they kept us hot under the collar for 85 frustrating minutes. Until…G-O-A-LLLL…G-O-A-LLLL. 2 in almost as many minutes. It sure was one hell of a sweaty day…I think I’m getting dreadlocks.
Titch.
Feeling hot, hot, hot
What a day I tell ya. Those Socca Warriors certainly brought the weather with them. I was sweating like a tennis player’s ball carrier underneath all this fur today. (Must book fur trim at Cutz & Dogs when we get home). We got the train to Nuremburg and were roasting from the word go. It was packed to the rafters with England fans who albeit early were in great voice. When we got into the town centre we headed straight to the England hotel for a glimpse of our boys but to no avail L. So it was off to the game courtesy of Per and Ulrick our pals from the previous nights party who offered to give us a lift to the ground in their beamer. Schwing!
Titch.
