Looks a decent LNS last night chaps. Sorry I missed it. Well I'm not cos I was on the nest but you know what I mean.
Anyhoo due to last nights excursions todays edition of Steken it to the man is goin out early.
This is my worst everton away day ever!
Me and the lads thought Italy would be boss. 3 of the 6 had no tickets but in all honesty thats rarely a problem.
So we drove to birmingham, flew to rome and trained it to florence.
What a ****ing shhit hole. The only place we could get a bevy was in this ice cream shop in the middle of nowhere and every time a few blues got together the plod shut it down and legged us.
So, they sell tickets in sweet shops, train stations and mad places like that over there. You couldn't get one with a British passport though. It was Baltic and pissing down when we got there but we wanted our tickets sorted so we could relax.
The lads who I go with were home and away at that point so they had theres sorted. me mate who's a heavy chonger had these smuggling trainee's and he'd took two ounces of green over, for a three day trip. He ended having to take 1 and a half back, he took that much, which is a story in itself.
so me an me mate are outside this sweet shop asking people to go in for us like we're 12 and we're itching for a bottle of special red an ten lambert.
This vision of American perfection called rose kerrigan walks up and I get her first, she gets me a ticket for 7 euro, I tell her I love her cos her teeth are boss, then I leg it the room to buzz off me mate who took a good two hours to get his.
The night of the match we go through all the security and get in early. We're in their end. I see a lad i know who says ' I've got a big flag ere what dya reckon about stickin it up'. Me like a tit says yeah lets do it. They didn't take it well.
So as you all know the game kicks off and we're turd. We try and put the flag up again. At that point one of our stewards who must travel with our fans and one of theirs approach us.
Come with us now. No messing and they stick us in our end.
About 5 minutes later they score, montolivo I think it was. The away end was boxed in by big perspex fences. Fcuking loads of them go mad and charge it screaming, booting it, proper nuts.
Me and me mate give each 'that' look and I start laughing. He goes 'I'm made up we're not in their end lad'. I thought 'so am I' he goes 'I couldn't be arsed fillin all them in'
I'm laughing now typing this. That whole crap trip was worth it for that one line.