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MANUNITED.NETLANE.COM : TODAYS NEWS Date: Sat Mar 28 12:46:52 GMT+01:00 1998 Mail: firstname.lastname@example.org Just a fill in digest made before the match today: EXCLUSIVE!! Alan Dobson Monaco 2 day report! Barry your editor This Issue: 1. Welsh Wizard's Back! (D.Mail) 2. Becks quotes 3. Monaco Diary - Day 1 - Part 1 4. Monaco Diary - Day 2 - Part 1 ++++++=========+++++++========+++++++++========++++++++ X-Sender: email@example.com X-Mailer: Windows Eudora Pro Version 3.0 (32) Date: Fri, 27 Mar 1998 21:05:46 -0800 Subject: Welsh Wizard's Back! (D.Mail) Giggs back for United title push Friday, March 27, 1998 Manchester United hope to welcome back a fit-again Ryan Giggs against Wimbledon. Giggs and goalkeeper Peter Schmeichel have both recovered from hamstring injuries and the Welshman is expected to start. Manager Alex Ferguson said: "Hopefully Ryan will have come through the hard training session we gave him on Thursday and will be able to play." He added: "Schmeichel is doing little bits of training as are David Beckham and the Nevilles but at this moment we are not sure about them." Teddy Sheringham is banned for one match and Nicky Butt is still suffering from a calf injury. Team (from): Van der Gouw, Schmeichel; G Neville, May, Berg, Johnsen, Irwin, P Neville, Beckham, Scholes, McClair, Giggs, Thornley, Cole, Solskjaer, Curtis, Mulryne. Marcus Lionel van Geyzel. MANUNITED.NETLANE.COM : TODAYS NEWS Date: Fri Mar 27 17:55:08 GMT+00:00 1998 Mail: firstname.lastname@example.org Here we go! Sat and the first game of the exciting 7 match run in! Old trafford today SAT 1500 gmt......good luck to all REDS! Barry your editor Title run-in Manchester United Mar 28: Wimbledon (H) April 6: Blackburn (A) April 10: Liverpool (H) April 18: Newcastle (H) April 27: Crystal Palace (A) May 4: Leeds (H) May 10: Barnsley (A) X-Sender: email@example.com X-Mailer: QUALCOMM Windows Eudora Light Version 3.0.5 (32) Date: Fri, 27 Mar 1998 16:11:37 +0000 Reply-To: "Manchester United Football Club (soccer)"
Sender: "Manchester United Football Club (soccer)" From: J Callaghan Subject: LIST: BEcks quotes Comments: To: RED-DEVILS@PIPELINE.COM To: MUFC@LISTSERV.INDIANA.EDU X-MIME-Autoconverted: from quoted-printable to 8bit by eris.web-plus.dk id RAA16917 Friday 27 March 1998 Page 2 WE MUST WIN TITLE NOW 'Euro Disaster Is Forgotten' BECKHAM Wimbledon could not be facing Manchester United at a worse time, according to their England midfielder David Beckham who promises the Old Trafford faithful that the Champions League disappointment is well and truly behind them. Coming just days after the demoralising Premiership defeat at home to Arsenal, United’s European exit at the hands of Monaco hit Alex Ferguson’s men hard and Beckham is not about to pretend otherwise. But that was over a week ago – a set-back they no longer wish to consider – and Beckham insists that, if anything, the end of the Euro dream means United are even more heavily focussed on the quest to finish the season as English Champions once more. “It would be easy for us to sit back and go on about what a disaster the Monaco defeat was, but we have more important issues to think about,” says the United pin-up. “Like bracing ourselves for the title run-in. “The Monaco result is in the past now; we have to concentrate on winning the League. If we keep thinking about going out of Europe, and don’t focus on the job in hand, we could end up with nothing. “We were unfortunate not to make the semis, but it wasn’t to be and we have to accept that. Everyone is firmly focussed on qualifying for the Champions League next season and nothing is going to distract us from that.” Such a positive reaction is only to be expected. Alex Ferguson would not settle for anything less. But the truth is that the next few weeks pose one of the biggest ever tests for the United boss. With all the doubts and injury problems which surround the club, the sceptics are already predicting a premature end of a glorious era; the crumbling of the empire Fergie has built. Such suggestions are laughed at within Old Trafford where players and management alike refuse to entertain such a notion, preferring to maintain a positive outlook and the desire to, in Beckham’s own words, ‘soldier on regardless’. With customary United defiance, Beckham adds: “We just need to keep faith; have belief in our ability. We have not had the best of luck in recent weeks, but we have to put that down to experience. “We have some very important games coming up and winning the Premiership has taken on a whole new importance. But having said that – and despite certain people maintaining our main priority was the Champions League – inside the dressing room we have always maintained that the Premiership is the most important thing. “I still think we have a slight advantage, even though Arsenal could take the lead if they win their games in hand, but nothing can be taken for granted by either side.” DO YOU THINK THE PRESSURE HAS GOT TO THE PLAYERS? I don’t think that should ever come into it. You expect pressure playing for Manchester United – it goes with the territory. The players have learned to handle it; even the younger ones. In any case, we can’t use it as an excuse, just as we can’t totally blame recent results on injuries. The expectations of the fans is very high and, of course, there is a certain amount of responsibility that comes with playing for a club like United. We’re in the spotlight, but that’s why we’re here. ARSENAL SEEM TO BE ON A ROLL – ARE YOU WORRIED? We’re not thinking about anyone else, just our own performances. The league is our bread and butter and our only aim is to focus on finishing the season as the English champions. To finish second would be a disaster. It would mean playing in a qualifying round in July and, with so many of our players involved in the World Cup, it could cause all sorts of problems. MONACO WAS OBVIOUSLY DISAPPOINTING, BUT WERE YOU PLEASED WITH YOUR PERFORMANCE I enjoyed playing in a central midfield role – I have always said that’s my favourite position. Having said that, I accept I am one of 11 players and if Alex Ferguson, or Glenn Hoddle come to that, feel I am better employed in a wide role then so be it. I prefer the middle for a number of reasons; in the main because you tend to drift in and out of games when you play out wide and that can be very frustrating. In the centre you are constantly in the action. WITH THE WORLD CUP LOOMING, DO YOU FEEL FULL OF ENERGY? The season is very long when you’re involved in so many competitions but I’ve been fortunate to be able to rest at certain times. I certainly don’t feel tired, but that’s another good thing about having such an experienced manager who can sense if you need a rest. I’ll still have plenty of energy left for the World Cup, that’s for sure. A Manchester United is for life, not just for christmas. --------------------------------------------------------- JacKiT@indigo.ie --------------------------------------------------------- If tomorrow was today, it would be yesterday. ++++++=========+++++++========+++++++++========++++++++ ++++++=========+++++++========+++++++++========++++++++ X-MSMail-Priority: Normal X-Mailer: Microsoft Outlook Express 4.72.2106.4 X-MimeOLE: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V4.72.2106.4 Date: Fri, 27 Mar 1998 23:49:45 +0800 Reply-To: "Manchester United Football Club (soccer)" Sender: "Manchester United Football Club (soccer)" From: Red Devil Marcus Subject: Kinnear Has A Swipe At Fergie (D.Mail) Comments: To: Red Devil List , Darul Kisai , Darul To: MUFC@LISTSERV.INDIANA.EDU Kinnear fears United stars' 'miracle' recovery Friday, March 27, 1998 Joe Kinnear has had a swipe at Alex Ferguson. The Wimbledon manager is wondering how many of Manchester United's international players will make a 'miraculous' recovery in time for the Premiership clash at Old Trafford. 'We've had several players away on international duty this week whereas all the Manchester United players withdrew from their internationals,' said Kinnear, adding: 'I can only assume that all their players will be fit again miraculously for Saturday.' 'Perhaps that is something which we would all like to do with our international players. It will be interesting to see how many of their players recover in time.' The normally bullish Dons manager is uncharacteristically concerned that his side may face a backlash at Old Trafford. Kinnear said: 'Considering United were cruising in the league and were 10 or 11 points clear at one time it worries me that they are focusing on the league after going out of Europe. 'It is unfortunate that we are going up there this week.' Marcus Lionel van Geyzel. ++++++=========+++++++========+++++++++========++++++++ X-Mailer: Windows Eudora Pro Version 3.0 (32) Date: Fri, 27 Mar 1998 21:00:20 -0800 From: "Alan Dobson" Subject: Monaco Diary - Day 1 - Part 1 Subject: Monaco Diary - Day 1 - Part 1 Monday 2nd March For once my European travel start was not an early one. I left home at 8:45am (a lie-in by my standards!) to drive to Heathrow where I was to meet up with Richard Martin, his brother and Paul Scully. Despite leaving earlier than necessary, being the unlucky soul I am I managed to hit every traffic jam and slow-moving vehicle north of London. The M1 was bumper to bumper from Milton Keynes to Hemel Hempstead then the M25 was much the same down to the M4. My car was suffering with so much sitting about and my patience was being severely tested. I finally arrived somehow at the BCP near Heathrow and called Paul Scully on his mobile phone. The quality of the line was so poor I thought I was speaking to Paul on another planet (something that occured regularly during the following week!). On arrival at Terminal 1 it wasn`t hard for the lads to spot me in my bright yellow top. Richard made a cheeky comment then put his sunglasses on. I apologised to the lads if it looked like I had mascara on (yes.....I`d had some on saturday night at a work party) but denied anything dodgy had been going on.....none of them believed me (as is typical now!). First port of call for the boys was to get their money changed up. Paul joined a queue that went nowhere fast for about 20 minutes. It was supposed to be an Exchange Bureau but the bloke in front of Paul was there so long I thought he was applying for a mortgage! I noticed a desk that was about to become free and shouted to Paul who looked like a torn man. He didn`t want to leave his queue in case the bloke finished just after he`d gone. He looked at me with that sad puppy-eyed look and stayed where he was waiting patiently while I wet myself. Richard Martin went in after him and came out before much to Paul`s annoyance. After that it was a case of chechking our luggage in. I detached a small section of my Head bag (with my toiletries in) as I didn`t want the airport luggage handlers dropping it and smashing everything inside. Little did I know it was to be the last time I saw that bag for a long time! Next up was the x-ray machine. Pockets were emptied and my toiletries bag went through the x-ray machine. And suprise suprise........they wanted to look through my bag to see what delights I had stored in there. Paul said my face was a dodgy one and that was why I`d been stopped. I reckon it was just because I looked good and the guy wanted to see the secret of my good looks and aftershave! Thankfully he never found the handcuffs, the leather mask, the love eggs or the rubber pants! Phew! Once in the departure lounge Richard went looking for a cash till while the rest of us chuckled at some American guy with long hair, built like a brick outhouse wearing a very indiscreet USA Leather Jacket. He looked like a WWF reject, but I wasn`t going to tell him that! One Bacon & Egg McMuffin later we boarded the plane where I discovered all four of us were scattered all over the plane. Paul Scully crapped himself when he realised he was sat right between two old ladies. He desperately tried to swap seats with us but we knew he`d get on just fine with these fine specimins of the female sex! I sat next to a guy who turned out to be going to the United game too who had a ticket already (bastard!) and who went to a lot of the England games abroad. I told him I`d given up on England due to the sort of tossers that follow them. He agreed there was a fair-sized number of the "Stand up if you hate Man U" dickheads and agreed with me when I said I`d rather see United win the European Cup than see England win the World Cup. After your typically dull and tasteless British Airways in-flight meal I had one can of Grolsch (managing not to get pissed!) and settled back as we made what felt like a very bad landing. I don`t know if it`s me or just the history of United and planes that makes me nervous but every trip I get worse on take-off and landing. The local time was around 3:30pm, the sky was clear blue and the temperature warm. Ahh, this is more like it we thought. We walked to the baggage collection belt where I was to stand and watch everyone pick up their stuff.....apart from me! I wasn`t impressed though the others couldn`t help but laugh. Me and misfortune travel together regularly it seems! I went to the desk to complain where we sifted through tickets and piss-poor french to explain what the bag looked like. I was told by the kind french woman that the luggage would more than likely turn up on the next flight at 9:45pm. Thanks I thought, that should help me out for tonight`s piss-up! Once we realised we could do no more we walked outside to catch a bus to take us into Nice city centre. We decided to get on the same bus as Richard and his brother despite the fact it didn`t go near our hotel. We were told by someone in the airport though that it was only a 10 minute walk away from Richard`s hotel. The bus was quite full meaning we had to stand in the aisle hanging on for dear life while beginning to sweat at the temperature. The ordeal that followed was hilarious as we chopped and changed standing positions to let people on and off the bus then at one stop about 30 small children got on. They started standing up until Damon Hill behind the wheel decided to accelerate fast making the children topple over like domino`s. The kids weren`t hurt though. In fact they were all giggling. Some sat down on the aisle while others tried standing. One managed to headbutt me in the knackers as the bus braked hard. The lads found this hilarious while I suggested to the child that she keep her head away from that region as I was now sweating like a pig! We finally came to the street with Richard`s Hotel in and walked off relieved we were still in one piece! I was still cursing British Airways (or Bastard Airways as I call them now) for losing my luggage as we crossed the road (endangering our lives) to the Hotel Ibis. Richard and his brother checked in then Richard arranged to come to our hotel later that evening after getting showered and changed. Me and Paul left the hotel where he felt a photo opportunity was in order as we noticed a row of sex shops right opposite. I stood there with these sex shops in the background can of right guard pointing to armpit (with a very sad face) while Paul took a photo. I don`t know what he was insinuating by getting that shot.......though I`m sure everyone`s got a pretty good idea! The walk to our hotel was a long one through the busy Nice streets but it enabled me to go into a clothes shop and buy a nice (pardon the pun) shirt to wear that evening as my United top was by now more than a little smelly! After a few minutes frantically locating the hotel we walked in only to be suprised by a sort of semi-loud alarm sound that continued until we reached the stairs. This was soon to be the source of a very childish but fun game over the coming days! We checked in and unpacked in room 202....well.....I unpacked my deoderant, my toothbrush and toothpaste, my shower gel and shampoo (despite the lack of hair). Paul meanwhile unpacked all his clothes as I looked on enviously. I had a quick shower then put my jeans back on (minus sweaty boxer shorts....well.....I couldn`t wear them again could I?) and my new shirt which was pretty good even if I do say so myself! Not forgetting my MUFC badge I affixed to the front of the shirt. We looked out of our room window to discover the view was as spectacular as looking into a football ground bog! We basically had a view of the back of more buildings and a small alley below, useful only for chundering outside the window if the toilet was unreachable! Richard and his brother turned up so we made our way to the area containing all the bars listed in Red News. Before we sampled the demon drink though all of us were starving and spent ages looking for a suitable place selling grub. We settled on a pizza restaurant where I had a lovely Lasagne and a pint of lager. Watching the others struggle to speak french was highly amusing, though I just got by with pointing at what I wanted from the menu. My grasp of French is poor to say the least though I did learn a few "Useful" phrases later on in the week thanks to Mr Scully! Once our stomachs were filled we went in search of a decent bar noticing that there was already a sizeable amount of reds around sat outside the bars. The first one we came across was Wayne`s Bar and had a fair number of already drunken reds outside. Part 2 coming soon! This article is copyrighted to Alan Dobson and cannot by reproduced in part or full without his consent. Note: This copy on the Theatre Of dreams "ok by Alan" ****************************************************** * Alan Dobson - firstname.lastname@example.org * * * * "Matt Busby`s without doubt the greatest manager * * who ever lived. I`m not saying I THINK he`s the * * greatest manager, I`m saying he IS the greatest * * manager." Bill Shankly * * * ****************************************************** X-Mailer: Windows Eudora Pro Version 3.0 (32) Date: Fri, 27 Mar 1998 21:00:20 -0800 From: "Alan Dobson" Subject: Monaco Diary - Day 2 - Part 1 Tuesday 3rd March - Hotel Room Woke up at 9:00am with a head that felt like it had been battered with a baseball bat during the night. My stomach was also very fragile but I managed to force myself to have yet another alka seltzer. Once awake I decided to get up as I felt so ill that even lying down made me feel sick. I had a shower in an attempt at waking myself up but was wasting my time. My mega-hangover was here to stay and I just wandered about aimlessly while Paul lay there sleeping like Rip Van Winkle. It was around this time I think that the night`s 9 pints of lager began taking it`s toll on my bowel. One disturbingly loud (and extremely odourous) fart later and Mr Scully awoke from his slumber to call me a "Dirty bastard". I apologised and told him I felt ill to which I was told I was a "Poof". You can`t beat a good bit of old fashioned sympathy between mates! Paul got up (mainly to open the window and door) then showered and went down for breakfast while I continued to fart about (literally) feeling so ill I didn`t know whether to lie down, sit down, throw up or jump out of the window. Paul told me just as he was going out for breakfast that the maid wanted to get in the room to tidy up, I told him she could come in but that I was too ill to leave the room in case I chundered. Needless to say the maid never ventured in. Maybe it was the prospect of me in just a towel and nothing else or the rather foul odour emanating from the room but the maid never came in that morning! Paul came back to tell me of the "nourishing" breakfast consisting of one croissant, one roll and a glass of orange juice. I tried not to think about food as my delicate state wouldn`t allow such suicidal thoughts. As the weather was so lovely outside we decided it was time to get out the shorts and sexy legs. It was then that I noticed Paul holding up a pair of baggy red and blue Reebok shorts.........exactly the same pair I`d brought with me!!!! I told Paul I`d got mine out first so I could wear mine. We decided not to wear them together in case we looked a right sad pair! Once dressed we handed in the room key and walked out of the hotel, sliding against the wall by the door to see if we could avoid being detected by the infra-red camera scanning the door area. We did it! It didn`t make a sound which provided much mirth until my head started throbbing from the laughing. My stomach may have been a right mess but I was determined to eat something to improve my condition. I went into a small grocery and bought a large bag of cheesey puffs (no comments please!) and forced myself to eat 3 or 4 every 30 minutes. In our shorts, t-shirts and sunglasses we looked your typical englishman abroad. Despite it being sunny and warm the locals were all wearing suits or jumpers and some even wore coats. So you can imagine the looks we were getting in shorts and t-shirt! We made the long walk to the local bus station with me complaining continually about my condition in between forcing a cheesey puff in my gob. Once there it took another 20 minutes to work out we hadn`t got a clue how to find the bus to Monaco. We wandered about looking lost. Well, Paul did while I collapsed onto a chair and sat head in hands hoping my hangover would disappear. Paul eventually found the bus we wanted and we payed before taking our own pair of seats as the bus wasn`t full. I sat back and made myself comfortable for the 40 minute journey but found sleeping too dodgy with my stomach and head feeling tender still. I stayed awake and very green-faced enjoying the beautiful scenery on the coastal road between Nice and Monaco. The only problem with this cheap bus ride was the stops. It seemed to stop every few hundred yards to let people on and off. I`d had my big packet of cheesey puffs for a few hours by now and still had a fair few left when Paul asked me for the bag to chuck his chewing gum in. I told him where to go as I needed my cheesey puffs for vital nutrients in my bid to recover from my bastard hangover. We knew we`d arrived in Monaco when we saw the arches of the Stade De Louis. Once off the coach we made our way to the centre where the McDonalds and Supermarket were (where all the United fans would be gathering in 24 hours time). We realised how upper class it was here when we saw all the escalators. These are a right lazy bunch out here, can`t be arsed to walk down 20 steps! Talk about an easy life! The scenery and surrounding mountains, hotels and buildings were spotless and clean and gave the whole place a look of pure class and elegance. And to think, in 24 hours the place would be crawling with thousands of pissed up reds! Me and Paul made our way to the ground in the desperate hope of finding some tickets for sale. The first two United fans we met shattered any illusions we had of getting tickets at a reasonable price. "A hundred and twenty quid" they told us. "Bollocks" I said. "I`m not paying that! The conning french bastards can shove their tickets right up their derrieres!". Me and Paul looked at each other pitifully then carried on walking to the ground. We stopped practically every passer-by on the way (well...Paul did!) asking for spare tickets. Not a chance. Paul stopped in shops and asked, no good. Me being a pessimistic soul I`d given up hope already. Then the im possible happened, we bumped into a french bloke who was asking us if we were looking for tickets. We said yes then asked him how much he wanted for them. He asked us what we were offering for these "First class" (my arse) seats. We said "Three hundred francs" (Thirty pound a ticket). He gave us an insulting laugh then told us to go away telling us to add a "zero" on the end! Three hundred quid for a ticket probably worth seven pounds! Wanker! We walked off cursing the conning basta rd. On reaching the ground we passed a few reds asking US for tickets! Ha! Laugh? I nearly bought a round! We found the United end of the ground and the UEFA Official Entrance. We asked if there were any tickets and were given a prompt "Non". We hung aro und feeling sorry for ourselves watching as the odd United fan walked by, asking for spare tickets. In the end the UEFA officials decided we were making the place look untidy (actually I think it was Paul`s cream coloured Reebok shorts that offended the most) and asked us to move on so they could put up barriers around the entrance. We walked down to the harbour to inspect the luxury yachts. We took photos of yachts that probably cost as much as a half decent player in the Premier League. Paul chose his yacht then asked me to take a photo of him standing in front of it. He was adamant it was his! I think he was getting confused with a rubber dinghy he probably had when he was a lad! We walked past two more long-faced reds down onto the shingle beach. Totally deserted with the sea gently lapping onto the shingle. Paul, being the brave lad he is stepped close to the water only to discover something called "Quick-shingle". His foot disappeared into wet shingle and came back up covered in water and small stones. He turned the air blue while I pissed myself. With our luck not being too clever we decided to sit down for a bit and take in some sun. The sky was blue and clear, the sun was hot and the sea was calm. We were in Monaco and despite all of this I was still pissed off! After 20 minutes of sunbathing boredom set in so we walked back past the ground and found a small area overlooking the harbour with seats and sat down to take in yet more sun (and the girl on the seat nearby). "This is the life" we agreed contentedly. As sat there like two old men I noticed a pigeon walking down by my feet, I also noticed on one foot it had no toes at all, and on the other it only had two toes. Me being a bit of a witty (and cruel) bastard I started singing "Where`s your toes gone....whe `s your toes gone....". Paul chuckled then told me I was a nasty bastard. As we sat there lazily a large bunch of reds walked by and asked us if we had any tickets. We put them straight on the ticket situation and they skulked off disappointed. A very com n sight over the next 24 hours! Hunger set in and we walked back to the shopping centre straight into a cafe/restaurant and had spaghetti bolognese. Paul wolfed his down like there was no tomorrow. Me still being tender ate a few mouthfuls but stared at it before suddenly getting "that" eeling in the stomach and told Paul I needed to go to the toilet. Thankfully the nauseous feeling subsided but I went back out with the intention of eating some more. I did my best but only managed to eat a quarter of the food. We payed up and walked back p the hill (courtesy of the escalators) then made the long and arduous journey up the steps to the Palace overlooking Monte Carlo and the Grand Prix circuit as well as the massive h ed into a lad Paul knew and walked over to the other side of the Pa hen walked back down to find a bus stop to get back to Nice as we`d g the road in the general direction of Nice until we found one about h musement. Despite his mate climbing back over to show him yet The bus eventually arrived and we fell asleep on the long journey back. Straight back to Hotel De Kent where I had a couple of ho lie-down before getting showered and changed (leaving a few more odourous clouds around the room) ready for another night the town. This article is copyrighted to Alan Dobson and cannot by reproduced in part or full without his consent. Note: This copy on the Theatre Of dreams "ok by Alan" ****************************************************** * Alan Dobson - email@example.com * * * * "Matt Busby`s without doubt the greatest manager * * who ever lived. I`m not saying I THINK he`s the * * greatest manager, I`m saying he IS the greatest * * manager." 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