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Date: Tues Sept 1 GMT+00:00 1998
Mail: barry@www.red11.org

This Issue:
2. Lodz Diary
3. Choked   Billy's Trip To Old Trafford, Tuesday 18th August.
4. Jaap Stam career details:

No match this weekend
We didn't have a match this weekend because we were scheduled to play
Chelsea, but they were on Super Cup duty in Monaco on Friday.

Daily RED Trivia  Tuesday 1st September:

1959: Mike Duxbury was born in Accrington. A versatile player who made his debut 
 against Manchester City in 1980, and won FA Cup winners medals in 1983 and 1985,
 plus a League Cup Finalist medal in 1983. Accumulated 376 appearances and 7 goals
 between 1980-90, and joined Blackburn Rovers in August 1990. 10 England caps.

1976: United trounced Tranmere Rovers 5-0 in the League Cup 2nd Round at
 Old Trafford watched by 37,576. Gerry Daly 2, Stuart Pearson, Lou Macari and
 Gordon Hill were the scorers. Team was: Stepney, Nicholl, Houston, Daly, 
 B.Greenhoff, Buchan, Coppell, McIlroy (McCreery), Pearson, Macari, Hill. 

Next 4 games: 
Index: http://www.red11.org/mufc/fix9899z.htm

Wed  9/9 Charlton  (H) PL   Wed 16/9 Barcelona (H) CL  
Sat 12/9 Coventry  (H) PL   Sat 20/9 Arsenal   (A) PL


Paul Hinson & Barry.

Subject: *** RESULTS AND ATTENDANCES ON 30/08/98 *** Newcastle United 1-4 Liverpool 36,740 *** CONDENSED LEAGUE TABLE AS AT 30/08/98 *** Pos Team P W D L F A GD Pts --------------------------------------------------------- 1 Liverpool 3 2 1 0 6 2 4 7 2 Aston Villa 3 2 1 0 4 1 3 7 3 Nottingham Forest 3 2 0 1 4 3 1 6 4 Charlton Athletic 3 1 2 0 5 0 5 5 5 Wimbledon 3 1 2 0 4 2 2 5 6 Arsenal 3 1 2 0 2 1 1 5 7 Leeds United 3 1 2 0 2 1 1 5 8 West Ham United 3 1 2 0 1 0 1 5 9 Leicester City 3 1 1 1 4 3 1 4 10 Blackburn Rovers 3 1 1 1 1 1 0 4 11 Coventry City 3 1 1 1 2 2 0 4 12 Sheffield Wednesday 3 1 0 2 3 2 1 3 13 Derby County 3 0 3 0 1 1 0 3 14 Tottenham Hotspur 3 1 0 2 2 6 -4 3 15 Manchester United 2 0 2 0 2 2 0 2 16 Middlesbrough 3 0 2 1 2 4 -2 2 17 Newcastle United 3 0 2 1 2 5 -3 2 18 Chelsea 2 0 1 1 2 3 -1 1 19 Everton 3 0 1 2 0 3 -3 1 20 Southampton 3 0 0 3 2 9 -7 0
Paul Hinson & Barry.

Date: Mon, 31 Aug 1998 09:30:10 +0100 Reply-To: "Manchester United Football Club (soccer)" Sender: "Manchester United Football Club (soccer)" From: Richard Martin Subject: Lodz Diary To: MUFC@LISTSERV.INDIANA.EDU DAY ONE 3:45am,Tuesday 25th August: The alarm goes off and the long haul to and back from Poland begins.I was looking forward to this trip,never having been to Poland before,but in a way regretting that we weren't playing Kapaz of Azerbaijan,as I think that would have been much more of an adventure.Still,beggars can't be choosers and I was grateful to be able to go to Poland. The journey began at Coventry railway station,and 3 trains and 3 hours later I arrived at Manchester Airport.As I was buying a paper in the WH Smith's shop,I realised that I was surrounded by the team on their way to catching their flight directly to Lodz.Like an anorak I went in search of autographs,but apart from my boarding pass,all I had for them to sign was my match ticket,which not to put too fine a point on it,was the same size as a bus ticket !! Still,Coley and Schmikes managed to find enough room on it to put on their scrawls,though you could never make out their names !! Anorak-mode over,I went to the boarding gate to catch my flight to Warsaw.I thought that there were would be a lot more reds on this flight,but in the event it turned out that there were only about 20.I was sat next to Andy Mitten and felt somewhat awkward admitting to not having bought the new size format "United We Stand" apart from the first couple of issues.I thought that it lost its editorial bite a little when it went mass-market and with Zone distribution,which Andy was gracious enough to admit,but he assures me that it has returned to the days of old now,so I will gave it another try (honest !!) After waiting 2 hours at Warsaw airport for the Heathrow flight carrying a couple of friends,we headed off into town to our hotel and then in search of the apparently cheap alcohol. Upon arriving in the city centre,one thing was apparent and that was that there are very few hotels,so I was grateful that I had booked one over the internet before we'd left.Our hotel was fully booked and some other reds who were trying to get a room had just about given up hope and were contemplating sleeping rough that night. I thought that we would have a reasonable turn out in town the night before the game,but I doubt whether there were more than 80 -100 reds about,and they were only dotted about in small groups.After having a few beers in the Champions Sports Bar and being entertained by some great songs and stories from well-known reds Mallet and Tommy Gardiner,we headed off into the Old Town in search of more activity.The old rumour factory had started by now and there was talk of 40 local skinheads "looking for it". Apart from bumping into Mike Dobbin and perhaps 20 other reds (and a few Legia Warsaw fans just hanging about),there was nothing doing so 6 of us headed back towards the centre and to a club that provides entertainment for the males of our species (there are children reading this,so I shall keep it toned down !!) As it happened we were refused entry for being drunk,which was crap.The bouncer then changed his story and tried to rip us off by charging double and saying that if we went in,we couldn't drink.After a heated discussion he went back into the club and locked the doors,so we went off in search of another pub,which when arriving at it appears that we had just missed all of the action. Apparently 40 reds had been quietly drinking in a pub which was then attacked by a gang of locals throwing tables and chairs all over the place.They were chased out but I don't know what happened to them. To the best of my recollection,day 1 ended at about 3am after successfully securing entry into another club. I didn't really get to see anything much of Warsaw,which is a pity.Like the rest of the old eastern Europe,Poland is going through a massive political and financial upheavel with big business trying to muscle its way into new markets,but at the same time it has a fragile economy and people who are still trying to come to terms with all of the changes. Hotel chains like Sheraton and Marriott have been quick to move in to cater for the foreign businessman,but beneath their shadows are still the old markets and back streets where the locals spend their hard- earned zlotys.I also couldn't escape the irony of the tallest,church- like,building in the city centre (which has obviously been there for hundreds of years) now being degraded by having satellite dishes and antennae stuck all around its spire. As for the prices,if you went to the classier bars catering for the business population,they were a little cheaper than you would pay back home;if you went to the locals bars,then you could get a pint for 50p. DAY TWO 10:00am: With a somewhat sore head,I managed to crawl downstairs to get some much needed breakfast.We then headed off to the railway station to catch the train to Lodz.Even though the ticket clerk didn't speak english,we thought that we'd done enough to explain that we wanted tickets from Warsaw to Lodz. After one junior ticket inspector came around and pointed out to his amusement that we'd been sold tickets from Lodz to Warsaw (but letting us off as we were carrying on overnight to Berlin),his "little Hitler" supervisor came round and tried to make us pay the fare all over again.Trying to act rationally with this prat proved to be completely useless and it soon degenerated into a fully fledged face-to-face argument,with us steadfastly refusing to back down and him saying that it was our problem and not his.Thankfully,a Polish lad who was travelling in our carriage and who spoke english then acted as a go- between,took the heat out of the argument and agreed with the ticket inspector that the best solution was to rip up the tickets so that they couldn't be used for a return journey,which was fine by us seeing as we had no intention of going back to Warsaw.I was glad that this lad intervened as the argument was rapidly heading downwards,and after having had a similar situation on the journey from Nice to Turin a couple of years back end up with the train being stopped and the police being called,I had visions of us being thrown into a cell for the night. Upon arriving in Lodz at 1:00,we headed off to check out the ground and to find out where we were to enter it (which proved to be the right thing to do seeing as the red that I was stood next to in the ground had had his head used for football practice outside when he made the mistake of going to the wrong end).To say that the ground was a tip is an understatement;I have been to non-league grounds that were in better shape. We then went in search of a pub and ended up at the Irish Bar just opposite where the players were staying at the Grand Hotel.There were a good number of reds in here,together with some dickhead LKS fans wearing their "official LKS hooligan" scarves....I ask you !! The banter was reasonably well natured,though I heard when I got to the ground that one United fan had been stabbed just after we'd left. I spoke to some of the 119 official travellers with the club who were also in this bar.They had been charged 355 pounds for a one day trip.How can the club justify this cost ? Including my air fare,hotel,trains and beer money,I spent less than this in 3 days !! There was a bit of fun trying to get into the ground as the police were smelling everyone's breath (what a lovely job !!!) for traces of alcohol and refusing entry to some.Thankfully I got a couple of sticks of gum off somebody and was able to get in OK.For some reason about 30 of us ended up on the terrace behind the goal rather than in the United section down one side,then just as the game kicked off there was an almightly roar as 20 poles came running into our section.Thinking that a riot was about to break out,everyone got ready.Then we realised that they were Legia Warsaw hooligans who had come to wind up their LKS counterparts.Hooliganism is still very much alive and well in Poland. What can I say of the game ? If I told you that one of my mates slept through most of the second half and that I spent this time writing out song lyrics to tunes that a Polish United fan (his first United match) knew but not the words,then it probably sums it up.United had a job to do and they did it.A goal would have been nice though. To liven up the entertainment,the 30 of us behind the goal had a few silly songs going and then decided to do a new slightly re-worded version of "If You All Hate Scousers",replacing "Clap Your Hands" with "Drop Your Pants",which pleased the one girl in our group no end !! It also sparked the main contingent of United fans into life with "Do You take it up the **** etc..." Still,we all had a laugh especially when everyone dropped their kegs when Beckham came over at the end of the match !! I am not sure what the police thought of it as we were outnumbered by about 3 to 1 including 20 fully kitted up in combat suits and balaclavas !! I thought for one moment that we were playing at West Ham again !! Apart from the immediate area around the players' hotel,which had been turned into a cosmopolitan walkway of shops and bars,the rest of Lodz was very dour and run down. DAY THREE 12:01am: We had a choice.Either drink through the night (if we could find a bar that would stay open long enough) and catch the 6am (6 1/2 hours) train to Berlin,or else catch the 12:01am overnight (11 hours) train to Berlin and try to get some sleep.The latter choice won and so we boarded the train expecting to find an empty carriage in which we could crash out for the night.Wrong !!! This train was packed solid,with people even in the aisles.We walked the whole length of the train until we found the last 3 available seats in the buffet carriage, which purely by chance were next to 2 reds from Redditch that we knew. After about 4 hours,we had to change at Poznan (with an uncomfortable 3 hour wait in a very packed station at 4am !!),then thankfully boarded an almost empty train to Berlin on which we could get some much needed sleep.This train seemed to be a ticket collectors and customs officers hangout as I lost count of how many times we were asked for tickets and passports by different people !! We finally arrived bleary-eyed in Berlin at 11:00.The original plan was to take a walk up to the Brandenburg Gate and Berlin Wall,but once we realised that this was the best part of a 3 mile round trip and that we had to leave for the airport by 1:00,the desire for food and beer soon convinced us to head for a bar instead. I arrived back home at 5:30pm,put on the teletext for the draw and within half an hour had arranged my flights to the Barcelona and Bayern Munich games.Unfortunately,and I am really pissed off about this,it looks as if I'll have to miss the Brondby match in Copenhagen as I have an exam that day that finishes 10 minutes before the last flight to Copenhagen leaves Birmingham !!! -- Richard
Paul Hinson & Barry.

Subject: Choked Billy's Trip To Old Trafford, Tuesday 18th August. Date: Thu, 27 Aug 1998 15:37:40 +0100 X-Mailer: Internet Mail Service (5.0.1458.49) Billy's Trip To Old Trafford, Tuesday 18th August. Looking back, it was a trip of a lifetime. I've been to not a great deal of United matches, but of the few I have seen, this was the greatest occasion - possibly not the greatest match but undoubtedly the greatest occasion. It all started back at the turn of the year when I applied and received a pair of tickets for the Munich Testimonial match versus Eric Cantona's European XI. It turned out the original February date was postponed which was a blessing for me as it turned out I would have missed it. So August 18th beckoned and I combined it with a trip to see my Dad who lives on the other side of the country from Manchester, but as I was coming 500 miles down from northern Scotland it was merely a diversion. Tuesday morning arrived and off to Manchester we went. The journey for me flew by, with my mind elsewhere - the return of King Eric wasn't a match to take lightly combined with the tribute to the Babes. I was born 10 years after Munich so all I know about it was what I've read about and heard from others but I think any United fan with a genuine loyalty to our club would find it hard not to hurt from the Munich crash. But as much as I feel sadness for Munich it is equalled with the pride I feel for Eric. Sure I was sad when he left and I still am, but for what he did for our club and for the success which came with him I have nothing but happy memories. He was without doubt the best player I've ever seen and for me the epitomy of Manchester United - larger than life, gifted, adored by the fans, hated by our opponents (but admired in a back handed complimentary sort of way), influential, the best of his kind, with a presence unequalled in the 25 years I've been watching football. So after being dropped off on Sir Matt Busby Way at 2pm - my Dad had to visit one of his work's sites nearby - I proceeded to mull around the ground and soak in the atmosphere and sunrays of that glorious afternoon. After mosying round the Megastore and Superstore I bought some food from the vans assembled round the ground and scoffed an ice cream. The forecourt was busy all afternoon and by the time the players arrived around 4pm it was getting pretty crowded. One by one they arrived and some would take the time to sign autographs to the screams of fans but others would just jump out their cars and walk into the stadium, to the boos of the fans - Andy Cole, Denis Irwin and Roy Keane were the culprits whilst Jordi, Rai, Teddy, Superstar, Giggsy and The Ginger Prince took time to sign some shirts and programmes etc. The real stars of the show were St. Alex of Govan himself and Becks. The two of them took about half an hour going round everyone signing anything that was stuck under their noses. A couple of the wee kids were caught up in the crush against the barriers so they were lifted inside the cordoned off area by security and Becks' then went over to sign their possessions and have a chat with them, which I thought was a cracking thing to do. I'll remember that old crush routine next time I'm at OT.......... It was gone 5 O'clock by now so I made my way towards the Throstles Nest in the off chance there may be some listers hanging around - I wasn't to be disappointed. Upon my arrival I spotted Alan Dobson (who else?) hanging round the bar with his girl and after ordering a pint I made my introductions. With him was someone who's face I'd seen on the listpics but I thought surely it couldn't have been - but it was, Webmaster Barry Leeming himself. Paul 'statsman' Hinson and Neil Sharp (hi guys, good to have met you) were there also and the following hour was spent in pleasant company chatting about all things United. It seemed to fly by but I was glad I'd taken the chance. Pete Hargreaves showed up with his Dad, Hal, and I spent some time 'getting the crack' with Pete. I'm glad I saw Pete as he said some wise words about Eric and his contribution to Manchester United which I was pleased to hear. I'd considered him to have been the greatest player I'd seen play for our club but to hear similar sentiment from someone who'd been through the sixties and I guess before (sorry Pete!) it was re-assuring that my views aren't as extreme as I suspect they sometimes are, especially about my hero. So the hour passed all too quickly but a greater prize awaited and it was back to OT to meet my Dad, appropriately underneath the Munich clock. We stopped and had a look at the memorial and I quipped to him that without that, we all wouldn't be here tonight. Ironic but true I thought, that a desperately sad occasion was also going to be an incredibly happy one. The contrasts of football - perhaps that is why we're all addicted to it, who knows. So we're in the North Stand lower section not far from the scoreboard end, which was to be more than convenient during the match as I lost count not long into the second half, and I've my programme (signed) and fanzines in hand. Or rather they're in my Dad's hands as I've too much nervous emotion to hold onto them. Out come the teams...... 1, 2, 3 .....10 red shirts. No Eric. 1, 2,3,....9 black and white shirts. 9 black and white shirts, there's only 10 of the European team I quickly say to him. It was more or less the last words I said to him for most of the game as I then saw the figure emerge from the tunnel. The cheers just kept on coming and I couldn't believe it. There he was playing one last time at OT and I was there to see it. Brilliant. He strode out with his son and after formalities the game began. I've never supported a team against United but for 45 minutes I couldn't help myself. It was surreal. Cheering every United goal and move but cheering the other side on also in the hope that Big Eric will bang one in while I sat there (as we're encouraged to do) and just choked on my emotion. I couldn't look my Dad in the eye but I'm sure he could see but he didn't say anything - it's a father/son thing I guess. Half time came and the real fun began. You've all read about the match so I'll not go into it in too much detail, but suffice to say I was more choked in the second half than I was in the first. Eric scored but it was disallowed and then he got what I'd come for - Number 7 scored number 7 and it made my night. There's been rumours and hints that it was, shall we say created, but frankly I don't give a monkey's - he'd scored and that was good enough for me. Over the course of the game there were many highlights..... giving Sparky a hero's reception..... likewise Robbo who I'd never seen play so this was another special reason highlight for me..... the mad goalkeeping mate of Eric's...... he nearly scored...... he was running up and down the wing and for corners....... Robbo tackling Giggsy in front of us, getting a huge cheer and then proceeding to sit on the ball before playing it upfield - class act........... Gazza admitting he eat all the pies ....... Jean Pierre Papin...... Laurent Blanc....... I could go on and on. All too soon the game was over, but I was still choked. A presentation was made and Eric took to the mike. I was waiting, waiting, waiting for him to say he'd started training again and that a comeback was to be made, but unfortunately this never came. The nearest he got was saying he might see us all again soon. Well it was never going to happen was it? But I can live in hope, he certainly has still got it and I don't think there would have been too many complaints if my dream had come true. But perhaps it's best to remember him in his prime, and if you've lost your passion for something then what's the point? I can vouch for those sentiments. A very moving moment came just before Eric's speech, and that was when the East Stand started singing really loudly "We'll Never Die, We'll Never Die, We'll Never Die, We'll Never Die, We'll Keep The Red Flag Flying High, Cos Man United Will Never Die!". Everyone quickly joined in and it was incredible and so, so fitting. What a moving tribute that was. I think it shows we'll never forget. Never. So it was over, all too quickly, and Eric was on a lap of honour and then away up the tunnel. I'd paid my respects to the Babes and I'd said farewell to my hero and I still was all choked and if the truth be told I'm choked just typing this out, but that's no bad thing 'cos that's how much I care about our club. Anyway, we walked to the car which was parked at possibly the most distant point from OT my Dad could find and then he drove us the 100 miles or so home as I was emotionally drained from the incredible feeling of the day and slept all the way back to Lincolnshire. In hindsight it was without doubt the best footballing occasion I've been to. There was a time before I drove down from Scotland that I thought was it all worth it for what was little more than a friendly, but something within me kept me encouraged and am I glad I made the time and effort. A thousand miles round trip and I'd do it again tomorrow if I could. My Dad had a great time also and it was nice to spend some time with him as we see little of each other most of the year - he's not a football fan in any shape or form, he just admits to following United simply because I do but he can appreciate a special occasion when he sees one and I don't think he'll see many like that in his life, and neither will I. Cheers, Billy Balti Devil Billy.Read@Halliburton.com
Paul Hinson & Barry.

Subject: Jaap Stam career details: Jaap Stam career details: Born 17/07/72 in Kampen, Holland 191cm, 90 kilo 92/93 PEC Zwolle(2nd div.): 32 games, 1 goal 93/94 Cambuur: 33 games, no goals 94/95 Cambuur(2nd div.): 33 games, 4 goals 95/96 Willem II: 19 games, 1 goal and PSV: 14 games, 1 goal 96/97 PSV: 33 games, 6 goals
Paul Hinson & Barry.

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