JAN BREYDEL STADION, BRUGGE,
section plus just az many ‘hidin’ in the home
sections PLUS! anotha 3,000 who were unable to
get tickets who watched the match on big screens
in the centre of Brugge!) (11,000 empty seats!!!)
bells train from ‘The Central’ to King’s Cross and
then ‘onward’ by Eurostar from St Pancras (which
iz reet next door) to Brussels, where we were
basin’ worsels for two neets
with ‘Colonel Gaddafi’ (that’s reet he’s STILL
alive and livin’ in Bracknel, Berkshire!) and we
heeded for ‘the night life’, where, menacingly
there were gangs of kids of African dissent
hangin’ aroond the street corners givin’ us ‘dodgy
looks’ az we made wor way doon to where the
bars were from wor hotel, which waz aboot a ten
minute walk from the train station (‘The Caped
Crusader’ had been mugged in Brussels by some
of them a few years orlier when we played
where the beer waz 10%! which iz twice az strong
az wot we normally drink!
regular away travellers on the Eurostar but couldn’
recall one of their names, although he could
remember that ‘Blondie Alan’ waz one of them!
He tried to describe the other one and said that we
knew him well.
like a ‘brick sh*t hoose’ but we couldn’t ‘picture’
just who he waz on aboot!
took it and said to ‘The Colonel’ “Can you draw a
photo fit picture of him?” He nodded and so aa
gave mee expensive ‘Parker Pen’ (which looks
remarkably like the ones yi get in ‘Ladbrokes
bookies’!) and he started sketchin away!
looked like it waz sketch of ‘Adolf Hitler’(see top
photo!) but az we divvint naa ANYBODY who
looks like this we were completleee ‘stumped’!
(apart from ‘Adolf’ that iz!)
brainwave and decided to phone ‘Blondie Alan the
Morris Dancer’ up to find oot just who wor
‘mystery man’ actually waz! (“Er!”---a message to
‘Blondie’---“there’s NE hidin place from ‘your
past!’---‘Morris Dancer’ it iz!)
WAZZZ!?----‘THE BEAR!’ who DOESN’T have
a ‘tash’ and haz a shaven heed!---unlike hiz ‘photo
fit’, complete with flowin’ locks’ and ‘Hitler
‘The Colonel’ cowered behind the table!
before heedin’ back to the hotel on the ‘Brussels
Undergroond’ (we wernt takin’ any chances on
PS: We hord later on that some Toon fans had
been attacked with lumps of wood with nails in
them in the red light district of Brussels and
One lad got stabbed and two ended up with broken bones!
heeded back to the station to catch the train to
Brugge, which waz an hours ride away. The were
a few Toon fans on it and they were drinkin’
merrily az the train sped alang!
square full of Toon fans, where a big screen had
been erected for those without match tickets and
heeded for some bars ‘off the beaten track’!
oot of plastic glasses at extoshanite<(Geordie
Times spellin’!) prices, but the ones we foond had
‘propa’ ones to drink oot of at reasonable prices!
(two reasons to avoid the main square!)
groond back through the main square where the
police presence had quadruplet since we forst
waalked through and thoughts of bein’ held there
against wor will, went through wor minds and so
we made A SHARP exit to anotha boozers on the
otha side, oot the way!
police vans and horses aall of a sudden suroonded
the square in a well planned ‘pincer movement’!
(ie: it waz F*****’ time to get oot!)
and ‘Sarnie Steve’ were stoppin’ across the river
which cuts Brugge in two---anly to confronted by
a line of ‘dibbles’ blockin’ the picturesque bridge,
complete with castles!
Al’ said, az he pointed to it in the distance, But
they still wouldn’t let us pass and threatened to
arrest us IF we didn’t de az we were told! And
pointed us in the direction of the city centre---and
so we had to de a three qwaata of a mile detour
across another bridge near to the train station to
get ower the river!
decided to stop there til it waz time to gan to the
match---which we were telt waz a twenty minute
waalk away from the hotel---WRANG!---it waz
much fortha and az the local ‘dibble’ (bless em!---
NOT!) had banned Toon fans from usin’ busses or
taxis to get to the game, it waz ‘shanks’s pony’to
the stadium! (Wot a way to be treated—“EH!”)
(that’s reet!--- FIVE!) we eventually got into the
stadium with ten minutes to spare, but we were the
lucky ones az quite a few missed the kick off!
which begs the obvious question---“why wernt we
Ivan Trickovski who shot past Tim Krul in the
Toon goal and doubled their tally just six minutes
later when Jesper Jorgensen hit an effort just
inside the post in front of the Toon fans!
foot screamer into the Brugge goal in the 41st
minute and Shola Ameobi levelled things just two
minutes later when he stabbed the baall home after
he received a through baall from hiz younger
brother Sammy, to send the Toon fans wild with
delight! (the forst time incedentleee, that two
brothers had started a MAJOR European game
together for The Toon!) (Matty and Richie
Appelby had both featured for us in the Anglo
Italian Cup back in 1992!)
Sammy ‘Ami’ hit the bar with a great shot, but
there waz ne more scorin’ in the game and after
bein’ locked in for half an hour (when!-- before
the match, we had been telt that we would be let
straight oot!) we were eventually let oot for some
post match ‘liquid refreshments’ and heeded to a
bar we had passed on the way up where some very
drunk Toon fans had been watchin’ the match on
waz runnin’ roond the bar with nowt on! The
barmaid however, waz not impressed with the size
of hiz ‘yee naa wot’ and said sommik in
Flemish/Belgian/Dutch? that! (usin’ mee vast
knowledge of International languages!) aa
deciphered to meen! (YES!—yiv guessed it!)
That he waz a big DICK with a little P****!
Steve’ and the rest were stayin’, and a Toon fan
telt us that hiz mate had been nicked by ‘the local
once again to show hiz ticket, but he must have
dropped it at the previous one and so they arrested
him for attemptin’ to get into the match without a
eventually ‘retired’ in the orly hours
onward back yem from King’s Cross next mornin’
meant that we were back for ‘two bells’ on Friday
afternoon for a few ‘liquids’ with the lads in 'The
Hotspur', before catchin’ the bus yem and yet
anotha European adventure waz ower and (of
course!) anotha groond ‘off the list’!