DATELINE: 5th AUGUST 2007
ST JAMES’ PARK, NEWCASTLE
UPON TYNE
SAMPDORIA
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FRIENDLY FIXTURE
ATTENDANCE: 23,078 (100 Sampdoria fans)
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| "I'VE SEEN THE LIGHT!" |
“THERE’S ABSOLOOTLEEE
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Just five hours from getting’ back from the away
friendly at Hull, it was time to get up again and heed for the airport for The
Toon’s next game against Sampdoria in Newcastle, via Amsterdam!
Before yi think that a’v gone completeleee ‘off
it’---lerriz explain!
At wor last home game of the previous season,
‘Biffa the Bear’ (the one from Whitley
Bay
He said that he’d ‘took a chance’ and aalready
booked up, so that was good enough for me!, especially when aa foond oot later that
Sky telly were runnin’ adverts sayin’ that they were coverin’ it and that The
Toon were one of the participatin’ teams.
As the tournament was ower three days aa asked
wor lass if she fancied gannin and she said: “AYE!”
AND SO! (as yi de!) aa went straight onto the
KLM website to book two cheap seats to ‘The Seedy City’.
Wor lass’s son Craig then decided that he
fancied gannin as well and so aa booked anotha couple of seats for him and his
fiancée Vicky. (---so far so good!)
Me and wor lass then went on a short break to
Ibiza and when we got back Craig telt us some devastatin’ news!------NO!---not
that anybody had taken seriously ill or died!, but much worse than that!-----The
Toon had ‘pulled the plug’ and WERE’NT playin’ in the Amsterdam Tournament
after aall!
Aa was absolootleee devastated!---Aa
meeen!----if they wee’nt gannin to Amsterdam
Aa hung on for a few weeks before aa booked the
hotel, just in case The Toon were playin’
somewhere else when we were in Holland
The above mentioned away friendly against Hull
HOWEVER!----the next friendly was at home to
Sampdoria the followin’ Sunday at ‘three bells’----the day we were due to fly
back!
A quick look at the flight schedule conformed
mee worst fears as the plane from Amsterdam was
due to land at Toon
Airport
And the fact that it sometimes teks ages to get
through customs and a replacement bus sorvice for the Metro was on for that
weekend, (just to hoy a spanner in the works!) meant that aa would miss the
whole match unless! aa changed mee
flight time!
A (very!) quick discussion with wor lass then
followed and it was decided that aa would just book meesel on an orlier flight
and leave hor to catch the original flight back with Craig and Vicky!
It cost iz eighty quid extra to book a seat on
the ‘ten to nine bells’ flight—but of course it meant that aa would’nt miss the
match after aall! (a smaall? price to pay to see The Toon!???)
And so!---here we foond worsels at Toon Airport
in the orly hours of thorsday mornin’ with fower
seats to Amsterdam
To mek matters worse, we could’nt find any
hotels in the centre of ‘The Seedy City’ for less than a hundred quid a neet!
and in any case they were aall full anyway!
We had ne option but to find a hotel near to
the airport and ended up on the ootskirts of a toon caalled Hoofdorf which was
some twenty miles from the city centre!
The hotel was in the middle of an industrial
estate just to add to the ‘shambles’!
We decided to sample the delights of Hoofdorf
for the forst day of the three, and heed for Amsterdam
The hotel receptionist telt wih that it was a
fifteen minute waalk to the toon centre and as it was a nice sunny day, ‘off we
set’!
Some FORTY! minutes later we arrived in the
toon centre for the afternoon ‘session’ and a bit ‘mosey’ aroond the
shops. (they must be (very!) fast
waalkers aroond these parts!)
The shops were quite busy and we foond a café
bar in the centre and plonked worsels on the seats ootside for some ‘Desperate
Dan’ and a few ‘liquids’.
The village idiot, who in this case was a ‘scraggily
haired’ road sweeper with a wheelie bin attached to the front of his bike,
(would you believe?) was wearin’ a pair of ‘Elton John style’ sunglasses which
had the number ‘2000’ attached to the front, with the middle two ‘00’s’ actin’
as the eye lenses!
He was taalkin’ away to himself as he swept the
path and was totally oblivious to anyone starin’ at him as he peddled aroond in
circles lookin’ aimlessly for some rubbish to sweep up!
It was soon time to ‘move on’ and after a
couple more ‘liquid lubrication stops’ we heeded back on the ‘marathon trek’
back to the hotel for a ‘wash n brush up’ before the evenin’ session.
“WELCOME TO GHOSTOWNDORF!”
We decided to tek a taxi back to Hoofdorf as
we’d done enough waalkin’ for a week! and when aa asked one of the locals in
the hotel bar just what the nightlife was like in Hoofdorf he just laughed! (we
soon foond oot why!)
We asked wor taxi driver, who went by the name
of Jeffrey to tek us to the ‘nightlife’! and he dropped us off ootside a bar in
a deserted street?
We had a few ‘gargels’ and decided to move on
to the next ‘drinkin den’----the anly problem was!----we could’nt find any
others open!
Eventually after wanderin’ the empty streets
for twenty minutes we foond (what torned oot to be!) the anly otha booza open
in the whole of Hoofdorf toon centre! (now renamed ‘Ghostowndorf’!)
An ‘enforced’ stay then ensued (aa
meeen---where else was there to gan?) before we heeded back to the forst
‘waaterin hole’ for ‘last orders’
We were a bit p****d off by now and tried to
find a taxi to tek us back to the hotel, but!----there was’nt a one to be seen!
Luckily
‘Jeffrey’ had given Craig a card with his number on so we gave him ‘a
bell’ to pick us up.
We went back to the hotel where, ironically, the
Amsterdam Tournament was live on the telly. (the soul reason we had come here!)
“THE WRANG TRAIN! AT THE WRANG TIME!”
Next day it was off to Amsterdam itself on the
train to sample the delights of Dam Square and ‘The Red Light District’, which
was a real ‘eye opener’ for Vicky, the anly one of us who had’nt been here
before!.
‘The Seedy
City
From there we were to catch the free shuttle
bus back to the hotel and the last one was at ‘qwaata past eleven bells’.
However!---after half an hour into the journey
we realized that there was sommik wrang as the journey time was anly twenty
minutes. The train then stopped at ‘Den Haag’ (The Hague
By the time we’d got back to the airport (via
Amsterdam once again!) we’d missed the last shuttle bus back to the hotel and
had to folk oot the equivalent of thirty quid for a taxi to get us back! (What else could gan wrang???------reeed on!)
“THE WRANG BOAT! AT THE WRANG TIME!”
Day three of the ‘Sampdoria sortie’ was soon
underway and we decided to kill some time by tekin’ a cruse aroond the canals
after we’d had ‘luncheon’ near to Dam Square.
And at 60 euros (£40) for fower omelet and
chips and two roonds of drinks, it was’nt cheap!
It was then time to gan on wor ‘canal croooze’
(“er!” via the ‘sex museum’!) The boat was full on wor departure and a tape
recordin’ telt us (in fower languages!) that there were ower a thousand bridges
in Amsterdam
After aboot half an hour we rounded a bend on
one of the main canals to be confronted with hundreds of boats playin’ very
loud music and they were packed to the rafters with people in pink garlands and
shirts dancin’ to the rhythm of the beat.
They aall had messages on their shirts which
said sommik like, ‘AMSTERDAM GAAYE PRID
WEIKEND’, and aa used mee vast knowledge of international languages (fluid
Geordie and broken English!) to decipher that it actually said, ‘AMSTERDAM
GAY PRIDE WEEKEND’!!!
Then it suddenly hirr-iz!---this was the reel reason
that we could’nt get any hotel places in the centre of ‘The Seedy City’, as aall
the, “I’m Freeee!”- ‘Gay Gordons’ and ‘Butch Bimbos’ had booked them, in what
was the biggest ‘Gay Day’ in mainland Europe!
After we got off the boat we wandered the
streets which was packed with them, in their leather jeans, chains, kinky leather
boots and ‘Austrian style’ (very!) tight leather shorts, that left little to
the imagination!----ie:----IT was time to make A SHARP exit!
We made for the other side of the train station
where it was a lot quieter and ‘leather free!’ and we finished off the evenin’
session there, before heedin’ back to the airport once again (this time on the reet!
train!) and then onto wor hotel.
It had certainly been an eventful weekend so
far!
Aa, of course had to get up orly the next
mornin’ (Sunday) to catch the ‘ten to nine bells’ flight back to Toon Airport for
the Sampdoria match and aa said mee ‘goodbyes’ to wor lass at ‘qwaata to five
bells’ and caught the forst shuttle bus to Schipol.
“PANIC STATIONS! (for a split second!)
When aa got to the airport terminal mee
‘tellin’ bone’ rang and it was a text message reportedly from KLM Airlines. It
said: ‘Due to industrial action all flight will be severely disrupted!”
For a split second aa went into ‘panic station
mode!’
But mee suspicions were raised when aa realized
that a’d neva gave them mee mobile number in the first place? (ie: “aa smelt a
rat!”)
A quick check to just who had sent it revealed
that mee mate Davy had been tryin’ to wind me up!---panic ower!
The flight was bang on time and aa arrived back
in the Toon at precisely ‘ten bells’ (five hours to kick off!---wots the
panic???)
Forst stop was ‘The Three Bulls Knackers’ where
Alan the manager was unboltin’ the doors (very good timin’!) and
(as yi’d expect!) aa ordered a ‘Billy Bunter Brekky’, washed doon with a pint
of ‘extra caad Smiths’!-----aa was nuw ready for ‘the off’! (so to speak!)
A few more liquids with ‘Grumpy Stumpy’, ‘Norman
The groond was less than half full as the game
kicked off with ‘Level 7’ completely empty.
Sampdoria had brung aroond a hundred fans who
were situated in the lower tier of ‘The Leazes’ and they were makin’ quite a
racket, considerin’ their smaall numbers.
Both Alan Smith and Mark Vaduka who were both
makin’ their debuts and went close at The Leazes End in the forst half.
The second period produced two goals from
Smith, the forst one was disallowed for offside in the 51st minute,
(it was’nt!) but ‘justice was done’ 20 mins later when he heeded in at close
range from a Geremi corner.
“AA’LLS WELL THAT ENDS WELL!”
Considerin’ that this was the forst time a’d
flew to a HOME game (aa live aboot two miles from the groond!) and a’d actually
been ‘on the hoy’ at Amsterdam
Wor lass’s flight was bang on time and me ‘din
dins’ was waitin’ for iz as aa staggered in the hoose sometime later!
An eventful weekend???---your not f*****’
kiddin’!
©Fink™ (the
mad-sad groundhopper!)
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