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Date: Wed Aug 04 03:11:44 GMT 1999
Mail: barry@www.red11.org

This Issue:
1. CHARITY SHIELD Report by OUR SALFORD LASS
2. CHARITY SHIELD Report by RED KELLY
3. Keane back as United cruise in Omagh
4. QUICK FIRE Armchair vs Omagh Report
5. United youngster banned for life
6. Barca Report by Karl J Stand RED
7. Barca 99...Part 5 0f 5 by Paul Scully

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Subject: CHARITY SHIELD Report by OUR SALFORD LASS

Every year I say the same - "never again" - and every year
I mean it. Until the "next time" comes around, I've not had
my football fix for a couple of months and off I go - to
the Charity Shield.  

Looking back through the years, I can only remember
actually enjoying one Charity Shield (do I really have to
tell you which one?  Does the song "Cheer up Kevin Keegan"
bring back a few memories?).  All the others merge into one
- a long boring journey down the M6 on a coach full of
daytrippers out for their only away game of the season, the
inevitable traffic jams getting into Wembley, a crap game
(in which we usually seem to get beaten by Arsenal -
alright, I know this isn't entirely accurate but that's how
it always seems to be these days), paying exorbitant sums
of money for everything (a bottle of coke costing three
times what it does in the shops), a crap atmosphere,
blocked toilets, no decent view, no backs to the seats etc
etc.

[I'm writing this report sitting on the coach, with the
temperature in the 90's, going nowhere in the car park
after being beaten by Arsenal yet again, in a typical
Charity Shield game.   We've been sitting in said coach for
40 minutes and have moved precisely 20 feet, we are
expiring slowly and painfully from heat and thirst and I am
saying "never again!", again - this time I mean it -
honest!]

It's now 12 hours since I dragged myself out of bed and
instead of doing what everyone else with any sense was
doing (either lying in the garden making the most of the
English summer whilst it lasts, or taking to the
hills/coasts in search of a breeze and some ice cream) I
was heading for Old Trafford to spend the day sitting on a
coach, broken only by a couple of hours in the Ashtray,
oops sorry - "Venue of Legends" as that awful cockney
announcer kept reminding us.

[Hang on, we're moving at last .................. no, we've
stopped again, another 10 feet nearer the entrance though -
only a hundred coaches in front of us!]

But the draw of seeing the lads play again was too strong,
so I threw all common sense to the wind and off I went.
Once on the coach I began to realise that I should have
ignored the call of my Red heroes and listened on the radio
in the garden!  Instead of the usual band of away
travellors, the coach was full of fans who have either
never been away before or who turn out once a year for the
Charity Shield.  Now I have nothing against people only
choosing to go to one game or year, or indeed those who
can't go to other away games, but why do I always seem to
attract the plonkers? Going to the Cup Final, it was
sixties tapes and "Doing the Locomotion", going to the
Charity Shield, the coach was full of silly woman who
"didn't mind a bit of chanting as long as it was quiet and
didn't have any swear words in it" and families who seemed
to think they were going for a day out in Blackpool, not to
a football match.  To all you parents out there - I have no
problem with kids going to football (after all, they are
our future and my grandaughter has already been to Old
Trafford) but  please don't bring them on a coach to an
away game until they are old enough and sensible enough to
bloody behave themselves!!  Or at least sit in front of
them so its the back of your seat they kick all the way to
London and back, and your ear-'ole they scream into!!

[We're moving again - another 10 feet - that's a whole 30
feet and its only taken us 50 minutes!  At least we've
moved into the shade now, under Wembley Way!]

The journey down wasn't too bad for the first couple of
hours.  The kids behind me were still excited about going
to see United and not yet tired or bored, the coach was
still reasonably cool and it was fun spotting the various
Arsenal supporters' coaches making their way down as well
("Do you come from North London?").  After a stop at the
services, though, the temperature rose rapidly and by the
time we arrived in Wembley I was feeling sick and
uncomfortable, a feeling that didn't leave me until I
arrived home at 11pm.  Without the lads on the coach to
have a laugh with, there was nothing to take my mind off
the heat.  (Nick Culkin is going to love this report - all
this moaning about the heat!)  The only bright spot of the
journey was sitting in the traffic jam entering the car
park and watching most of the bus passengers cheering in
the team coach, not knowing it was the wrong one!!  They
only realised their mistake when the familiar Smith's of
Eccles coach turned up 10 minutes later - this was one of
the bright spots of the day - standing outside the stadium
with thousands of fans, singing "Champions" as the lads
arrived - I didn't see them of course, being height
challenged, I could only see the roof of the coach over the
massed heads!  We then sang "Taking over Barcelona" which
was also brilliant, but then everyone separated and went to
different parts of the stadium and the atmosphere returned
to its usual Charity Shield level.

[Just thought I'd let you know - its now 10 minutes later
and we still haven't moved - an hour and counting]

We arrived in our seats to find that, for once they were
actually quite decent.  They didn't have backs of course
(us being down near the front), but at least I could see
(which is a rare event at Wembley) and we were near the
corner flag at the tunnel end, so we were perfectly placed
to cheer the lads on and off the pitch and to welcome Becks
when he came over to take corners.  The downside was that
we were surrounded by cockneys - I know they are Reds, but
that bloody accent!  One Manc upset a few by exclaiming in
a loud voice "Are we in the wrong ****ing end?  They're all
****ing cockneys!"  Despite the fact that the new kit
(sorry - training kit as the PLC keeps reminding us) is
disgusting, quite a lot of our neighbours seem to have gone
out and bought it - perhaps because it makes them look like
Spurs fans!  (That was a joke to all you cockney Reds out
there - honest!!)

I'm not going to say too much about the game itself, since
it was only when I got home and watched the highlights that
I realised it was actually quite a good game!  Even though
I could see the pitch and the players, my ageing eyesight
meant that anything that took place down the other end
(which seemed to be most of the exciting bits) was pretty
blurred and therefore indesciperable.  All I will say is
that Becks had a great game, Jordi wasn't as bad as most
people expected, Stam is a living legend, most of the
off-sides given against us were not off-side and the
Arsenal players are a bunch of dirty, cheating, diving
bastards - it seems they are perfectly able to dish it out
but totally unable to take it.

Some moments:

"Same old Arsenal, always cheating"

"Where's Anelka gone"

Singing "Stand up for the Champions" again, after far far
too long.  And the sad Arsenal fans only being able to find
three songs in their repertoire without songsheets to give
them a clue - "Arsenal, Arsenal", a Kanu song, and that old
faithful "Stand up if you hate ManU".

"We are the Champions, Champions of Europe" (that felt
soooooo good)

Becks coming over to take a corner, getting a standing
ovation and grinning from ear-to-ear

Ole and Teddy being sent to warm up in front of us.
Everyone forgot the game for about 10 minutes, and stood up
to sing "Who put the ball in the German's net", "You are my
Solksjaer", "Ole, Ole, Ole, Ole" and "Oh Teddy Teddy. The
best atmosphere of the whole game.

Lads near us bowing to Stam as they used to bow to Eric

One lad getting thoroughly fed-up of the blow-up football
that spent the whole first half bobbing up and down over
our heads, grabbing it and bursting it - he got a cheer
from the crowd.  Then its owner turned up in a pique,
grabbing it off him and stamping off back to his seat -
this drew an even bigger cheer and much laughter.

The empty seats at the Arsenal end - are they not true fans
or are they just not as daft as us?

The muppets in our end - out for a day trip

The woman behind us screaming at people to sit down because
they were standing up whilst filling the air with
expletives, despite the thousands of kids

The lad from Stockport who came out at half-time to try and
score three goals to win 200,000 pounds.  Despite missing
two out of the three, he was forced to take the booby prize
- two tickets for the England v Luxembourg game

[It's now an hour and ten minutes since we returned to the
bus and we're just about to leave the car park.  We're not
travelling very quickly, but we are at least moving, so I
will finish this for now.]

[It's now the next morning]

The day didn't improve once we started moving.  A long
traffic jam on the M40 (with cars dying all around us in
the heat), followed by one of our day trippers going
missing on what was supposed to be a short toilet stop on
the way home (she wanted to get a meal as she had missed
her tea!) and another jam on the M56 only a few miles from
Old Trafford, made the journey home even more tedious than
the journey down.  I lost myself into a new Stephen King
book and tried not to actually throttle the kids behind me,
and survived - just.  This morning, I am definately saying
"never again" and I find that I can't really get all that
excited over the result (certainly not as excited as the
Arsenal fans as they were leaving Wembley - sad bastards).
Meeting up with one of the lads who had been on our coach
to Barcelona on the services near Coventry, we laughed
about the differences between the two trips and looked
forward to the start of the real season next Sunday.
Actually, I find I'm quite pleased the lads lost - it will
stop them getting too complacent and just look what happened
after we lost to Arsenal last year!

Copyright (c) OUR SALFORD LASS, 1999
Not to be used without permission of the authour.




Subject: Charity Shield Report from RED KELLY

www.red11.org Personal Match Report
by RED KELLY

Sour charity more like

Charity is defined as "giving voluntarily to those in
need". Well, after last season I suppose the Gooners were
in need, but I hadn't thought they were that desperate. It
seemed like they needed to break all the rules and steal
their slice of so called charity. We actually bore witness
yesterday to just how much our treble winning season wound
up the rest of the country and how they will stop at
nothing to beat us. If this is what's in store for us, then
bring them on and let's see who prevails.

I'm not a great fan of the Charity Shield, but this year a
couple of factors weighed in which caused me to take the
unusual step of making the trek down to Wembley. It will
probably be the last time I'll ever get to see United play
under the shadow of the twin towers, that is providing our
friend Martin gets his way and we stay out of the FA Cup.
It's the school holidays and my youngest daughter, Gina
(our lucky mascot, or was) had never been there, but far
more important even than that, was the opportunity to
chant, "Champions of Europe" again.

So we set off for north London on a very bright and very
warm Sunday morning. Nigel was driving with me in the front
and Karen and Gina in the back. Alex (sensible lad) had
decided to stay at home! Without any problems we arrived at
our pre-match destination, The Orchard pub in Ruislip. This
had been arranged with Dr Mark who duly arrived a while
later. Karen went off to meet her sister down on the south
bank and left us to our pints and sandwiches. All was very
pleasant.

We then caught the tube to Wembley Park and after
sauntering up Wembley Way where Gina managed to get given a
free "who put the ball in the German's net" t-shirt from a
friend with a stall, we bumped into Nasher and his NZ mate
on the bridge and arranged to meet under a sign after the
game so that we could travel back together. Gina and I then
made our way inside to our seats behind the goal and a
little to the right as we looked at the pitch as the sun
was beating down right into our faces. It was about twenty
minutes before kick-off when we sat down and two minutes
before kick-off when Gina had decided she could take no
more of the heat and to ne honest I can't say that I blamed
her.

I had noticed a few empty seats towards the back of the
stand so we made our way back there asking a friendly
steward whether we could deposit ourselves in the shade. At
that time I was thinking my last visit to Wembley was going
to be seriously cut short as there was no way Gina was
going to be able to put up with the sun on her for an hour
and a half of football if the steward said no.

Fortunately she didn't and we found ourselves a reasonable
perch in the front of the next section back and gradually
we took it in turns to fan the little one cool again. By
this time the game had started and the initial exchanges
made. We had been too busy cooling Gina down whilst
watching a large bouncing beach ball heading our way. It
never actually reached us though as a father in the next
block obviously fancied it for his child and tucked it away
under his seat. All we could hear was escaping air as the
ball deflated. Fair play to the bloke I suppose - never
look a gift horse etc!

The surrounding area was chock full of kids, which was
fine, but the parents were over protective and the
resultant atmosphere was very flat. The few chants that
surfaced every now and then were quickly stifled and
everyone slipped back into their reveries. My most
enjoyable moment of the whole day was chanting "Champions
of Europe" over and over again. Thirty one years and I
still remember vividly the last time we were able to chant
that. It's still exactly the same after all that time and
it sounds just as sweet now as it did all those years ago.

Next most enjoyable was the odd rumbling of "Bozzy keeper"
every time Bosnich touched the ball.

The bloke behind us who frequently prevented his young lad
from jumping up when the play became more exciting,
actually had the temerity to announce how flat the
atmosphere was. Bearing in mind he never joined in with
anything at anytime I thought this was a slightly misplaced
comment and so whenever we sang "stand up for the
Champions" it was me who remained standing just a little
longer than everyone else, with him craning his neck to
view the action from his permanent seated position!

I didn't think I was going to get excited about this game
as it's nothing more than fairly meaningless friendly
really, but ultimately that was not to be the case. In
actual fact there wasn't that much to cheer about, but I
didn't think it was that bad a game and we were just about
to resign ourselves to a nil nil at half time when Becks
stepped up and smacked a superb free-kick against the bar
from a hell of a distance out. Now we couldn't really see
whether the ball had crossed the line or not but it looked
mighty close to a goal but no ref's whistle sounded so play
carried on til Yorkie put us out of our misery.

At last there was something to cheer about,.and whereas it
wasn't the orgasmatronic celebration of Barca, it was a
great goal nevertheless. We were happy then and when the
half time whistle blew we wandered down below stairs to
stand by one of the entrances where a pleasant breeze was
stirring the flags outside and cooling us down inside.

The second half was a different story though and it seemed
the Arse had instructions to get a result in whichever way
they deemed the more likely. The fact it was by using every

trick in the cheaters guidebook I suppose we have to
accept, but at the time my blood was boiling more from
their antics than from the weather. Unfortunately the ref
fell for it and I don't just mean for the penalty that
wasn't, but all the other niggly cheating incidents that
were going on.

Call me old fashioned if you like, but I can't stand
cheating, or gamesmanship as the continentals preferred to
call it. Taking advantage of a referee who is obviously not
gifted with clear twenty twenty vision is no excuse, but
when Viera fell down like the proverbial sack of spuds in
the area I could see it from 100 yards away and couldn't
believe he'd given a penalty. Viera should have been sent
off for making Greg Luganis look like an amateur, but
instead Wanker Kanu wrapped his size twelve round the ball
and the score was level.

The Arse fans went mad. "You're not singing anymore" they
sang. Hang on a minute chaps - we weren't really singing in
the first place, but then again - neither were you!

Well this gave them the impetus they needed and we
ultimately lost didn't we and my reactions became more and
more agitated, more and more incensed by the injustice of
how the game was turned, I didn't like it at all and had
young Gina not been with me and had I not been surrounded
by kids I'd have been venting my spleen much more
vociferously than I did. I hate losing and I hate losing
even more to a bunch of cheating diving bastards
masquerading as footballers.

At the end of the game we made our way back down towards
the front where we bumped into the man from OZ - our mate
John Kellett from Perth and his wife. Funny how someone can
travel thousands of miles from the other side of the world
and you bump into him in amongst thousands at Wembley. It
was one of the nicer moments of the afternoon.

Returning outside most surely wasn't though and after
meeting up with Nigel and Dr Mark we had to endure the Arse
hoards as they celebrated winning what was obviously their
Cup Final as we travelled against the tide to get to the
mainline station.

It was not easy to keep one's patience as they were far
from gracious in victory as newspaper reports have already
told - spitting at our players - how bloody pathetic. Bad
as the scousers, but ever so slightly easier to wind up. As
I hung tightly onto Gina they came at us in waves oblivious
to anyone smaller than five feet six. Time and again I had
to fend them off to keep them from bundling into Gina, so
unfortunately one or two of the most ignorant met with a
deft nudge which sent them toppling off balance! "Sooorry
mate, not hurt are you?" "No really, I am sorry."

One was heard to mutter "cant" which lead to a remarkably
one sided exchange along the lines of, "it must be a
shortened version of Cantona," "or could he mean canto,
canteen or canter?" Whatever, it bemused the imbecile.

We finally made it round to the station queue where we had
to endure a fifteen minute wait for the next train, stuck
in amongst a bunch of wildly animated Gooners mouthing it
off about not having their full team out and they still
beat us. It took me all my time to hold my patience and
keep my mouth shut.

Much to our relief we were finally allowed on the platform
and when a train came we slumped into the first available
seats. At South Ruislip the most vocal of their kind got
off and as he passed every window he banged on it as loudly
as possible and shout "Gooooooneeeers". It was a peculiar
feeling as it would have been a great deal more appropriate
if we'd been on the other side of the glass looking into
the apes cage.

On our walk back to the pub carpark I turned to Gina and
asked her whether she'd enjoyed herself anyway.

"No" she said.

"Why not?" I asked.

"We lost" she said.

Obviously. Why should I have bothered to ask.






Subject: Keane back as United cruise in Omagh

Omagh, 04 AUG 99

Manchester United cruised to a 9-0 victory over Omagh in a
friendly to raise money for the bomb victims' appeal.

With Roy Keane back making his first appearance for Sir Alex
Ferguson's Treble winners since hobbling off in the FA Cup Final
against Newcastle last May with a groin injury, United were in
rampant mood.

Omagh, fresh from a 7-0 drubbing by Chelsea, managed to hold out
for just 20 seconds of the match.

Teddy Sheringham proved that United were not going to go easy on
the part-timers as he netted the game's opening goal.

Defender Denis Irwin, the Republic of Ireland international,
made it two 10 minutes later, to the delight of the majority of
the 7,000 crowd - ten times the club's average attendance in the
Irish League.



Subject: QUICK FIRE Armchair vs Omagh Report

Friendly Charity Match Tuesday 4th August 19.30

Final Score 9-0
 Sheringham4, Cole2, Clegg2, 1og

Manchester United Team v Omagh - St Julians Rd
 Culkin, Clegg, G.Neville, May, Irwin, Greening, Wilson,
  Keane(c), Chadwick, Sheringham, Cole.

  Bench: Wellens, Healy, Notman, Curtis, Ford, O'Shea, Stewart.

11000 sell out crowd all red & white

Normal ground capacity is 2000 [could have sold 15000 tickets]

Sunny perfect conditions UNITED Red & White
Omagh Town part timers, pitch in good condition

01 18 secs gone Teddy scores!!!
   Luke Chadwick the provider from left wing flicked in near post by Teddy 

05 Irwin miskicks & Andy Cole passes the ball into the center of 
   the goal 2-0

08 Wilson good cross headed away screams by the crowd 
10 Keane to Clegg pass to Cole wasted 
15 Teddy to Andy good chip just over!
   Crowd singing "Glory Glory Man UNITED"
20 Gary Neville gets a small knock in a late tackle
23 Keane good cross missed by Cole    

26 Corner neatly headed in by Clegg  3-0

30 Chadwick grat volley saved!
32 Free kick by Teddy way over the bar
35 Chadwick to Greening cut out by Omagh
36 Keane drives through ball goes for goal kick to roy's surprise!
37 Corner to Omagh too long

40 Cole great precision center to Teddy who heads in near post 4-0 

42 Clegg cross goes for corner
   Greening corner headed by May and saved

43 Keane corner headed by Clegg to Cole who heads in 5-0  

43 Clegg smashes in from right side of pen area his second 6-0

45 Sheringham places shot wide narrowly missing hattrick
Half time 6-0 


2nd half Subs: Healy  on for Cole
               O'Shea on for May

46 Omagh attack good save by Culkin close in

48 Chadwick good centre, own goal from Omagh player 7-0

50 Luke Chadwick runs through but does not release the ball
   still needs to learn . MOM for me,good with both feet.
52 Greening good shot from new Omagh  goalkeeper well saved 
55 Greening center

SUBS  Neville Wilson Chadwick Greening OFF
      Wellens Stewart Notman Ford ON

60 Sheringham to Healey dood shot SAVED again  
62 David Healy blasts well over bar
64 Healey good pace down the wing

70 Healy good pass to Keane shot saved then headed in by Teddy
   HATTRICK 8-0

73 Late tackle by Michael Stewart, floodlights on
78 Omagh half chance blasted over
80 Keane blasts wide still 8-0
82 Healy throgh saved Teddy follows up 9-0! Teddy has 4
85 Trophies appear on the side lines, much interest!!
   Hopefully there will no pitch invasion.
86 Healy shoots wide should have scored
87 Omagh free kick outside pen area shot into the wall wasted
89 Irwin throgh cross wasted 
90 Corner to REDS Michael Clegg heads wide!

Full Time 9-0
Barry's MOM Luke Chadwick

Dennis Irwin has started every pre-season game so far in
Far East, Oz + Ch Shield 

All three CUPS to paraded by the players after the game.




Subject: United youngster banned for life

by Daniel Taylor
Wednesday August 4, 1999

Sir Alex Ferguson last night vowed to fight to overturn the life
ban that has left one of Manchester United's promising young
defenders with his career in ruins.

Ronnie Wallwork, 21, was banned sine die by the Belgian Football
Association for attacking a referee. His United team-mate Danny
Higginbotham, 20, was suspended for a year for his alleged part
in the assault after a play-off match involving Antwerp,
United's twin team in Belgium.

United intend to lodge a legal appeal against the decision and
Ferguson threw his support behind the pair after flying back
from Belgium yesterday.

He said: "I believe the players have been very harshly treated
and the punishment does not fit the crime. This should not
happen in somewhere like Belgium. It certainly wouldn't happen
in England.

"We are in the year 1999 and this defies sense. We have no
choice but to go through a civic court because the Belgian FA's
rules are extremely old-fashioned."

The trouble flared after Antwerp had drawn with La Louviere in a
game notable for controversial decisions. The referee, Amand
Ancion, said Wallwork pinned him up against a wall in the
tunnel, and Higginbotham was also said to have laid his hands on
him.

Other players were accused of kicking in door panels and
damaging their dressing room. United will be backed by Antwerp in
their legal attempts to overturn the ruling.

Their secretary Paul Bistiaux said: "It is a scandal. There is
no excuse for what these two Manchester United players did but
there should be a suitable penalty - not a lifetime ban."

Wallwork admitted pushing the referee but denied using extreme
force. Last night he was described as "too upset to talk" as he
faced the realisation that his career will be finished if, as
expected, Fifa ratifies the ban.

Higginbotham, who denied the charges, said: "I'm really shocked,
absolutely devastated. I was expecting anything but this,
especially a lifetime ban for Ronnie. We will have to consult
our lawyers and try to change the ruling. The only thing that
made it bearable was Alex Ferguson flying to Belgium to back us.

"The gaffer gave us a lot of moral support. Otherwise I don't
think either myself or Ronnie would have survived the day.
Everything had been going well for us in Belgium, but now I
don't know whether I will ever return to Antwerp."

The England youth international Wallwork has had loan spells at
Carlisle and Stockport while hovering on the fringes of
Ferguson's first-team squad.

Along with Higginbotham, he was invited to spend a year at
Antwerp as part of United's relationship with the Belgians.

The bans have cast a major shadow over Old Trafford only days
before the start of their Premiership season at Everton on
Sunday.



Subject: Barca Report by Karl J Stand RED

Saturday May 26

Early Morning Coach to Wembley from Wilmslow finally get away at
about 8.00 a.m., things look great no probs and away we go, get
to Sandbach services and the  coach door just keeps coming open,
after 10 or so mins we get away (not before 6 coach drivers have
a look), singing in full voice, people finding out about the
different trips and so on, get to London and yes in the traffic
as well, put a cops in charge and what do you get!. Finally get
in the conservative club find the room and have are buffet, not
bad for £25 Inc coach.

After a bit of food and drink and 5 calls on the mob for Steve
fisher to other net reds, but no ones home, 2.00 p.m. and time
for the ground, leave some of the tour members in the con club
and of we go for part 2, say goodbye to Steve and Roy and in I
go, find my seat which is level with the corner flag (£40 to
stand up) but never mind, quick look round to see if I can see
anybody I know but no one in or around me, quick look towards
the royal box and see Pete Morgan (kit mans son), go over for a
chat, tells me all about the train up and his free £70 seat and
plans for Barca. game goes by as if it was 20 mins, 2-0 what a
result 2 down 1 to go, hang around a bit just to saver the
atmosphere, look towards Pete go back for a chat just behind him
is the bodies ad girl, say all best for Barca and back to the
club.

After a couple of hours it kicking out time say goodbye to fish
and hope to see him in Barca back to the coach which is going to
drop us off in Luton, but the driver says he can't go until 9.30
p.m., so its of to the tube we go, 3 tubes and a train later we
arrive in Luton, cab to the hotel were I am jibing in a room
with Pete and pops, hit the sack or the floor watching motd

Sunday 23rd May 1999
wake up at 5 go for breakfast and find Lisa sat waiting for us
(boyzone or Wembley) after her trip from Manchester to Luton on
the bus, taxi to airport the j stand tour is 6 with 3 to come.
Check in no probs easyjet on time 9.35 (what left mob in bag),
not a bad flight, except the two slappers sat next to me. land
Barca time to find train to loret de mar where we are staying
for 3 days, not bad price 675 pesters for train and bus lots of
reds on the train, get to hotel right on the front hotel
excelsior, room not bad looking forward to the game now.

Monday 24th May 1999 to Tuesday 25th May 1999
Try to sleep in but Roy wakes me up early on his way for
breakfast (4 days of this to come) make breakfast with 2 mins to
spare, time for the beach, not many reds about but lots of
Germans with their towels on the beach, this is the life, dinner
is easy 150 pesters for a baguette, lots of bars for food and
drink. more reds arrive on Tuesday looking for tickets locals
want £250.00 for 2 not bad if you need one, few  walks round the
souvenir shops lots of fake tops, and yes when you see a 10 a
side match on the beach united v bayern you no its going to be a
good week (final score was 6 all) no pens!, a bit more noise at
night from the reds around the Londoner bar a few fights or so
we were told, the last day was the best sat out side the hotel
and yes a coach load of bayern fans turn up and straight in to
our hotel but no probs.

Wednesday 26th May 1999 (D day)
Up early to catch a taxi to the train station (Blanis?) no cabs
around  so we will have to walk to the bus station, bus is full
of reds and a few bayern, just in time for the train, so on we
go. The train is getting full of reds who have been on the coast
(no one home on the nudist beach), get in to Barca time to find
the hotel, straight down the ramblers to the hotel loret you
might of seen the J Stand Flag, hotel is top of the ramblers
next to the square, lots and lots of reds or should I say a sea
of red, meet up with a few people we had planned to meet, we
make are way to the nu camp at about 4.00 p.m. hop on a tube and
of we go, not many people on this on few reds and lots of
strange looks, out of the tube station, and on to the nou camp
some of the lads want a drink so they stop at the Sony centre
this is were we will meet after the game as I want to get in.

Get to the ground and a line of police stoping you from going in
gates to open at 5.00 p.m. but did not open till 5.45 I think
lots of people get pushed about an one women be tends  to be ill
and gets let throw (and the ambulance turns up) ha ha, lots of
people with out tickets (millwest) finally get in to the ground
couple of baguettes and drink not bad view right behind the goal
look for the rest of the tour Andy, Keith, Stuart and sue next
tier, Pete, john (Dad) and Lisa on top tier, but manage to jib
their way down to the second tier, not the best game I have ever
seen, team selection was wrong, beckham should have been on the
right and Johnson in midfield but tinkerbell is the manager,
after going 1-0 down could not see us get back in to it, but
never say never (FA cup semi) after the subs came on thought we
had a chance, and as for smics coming up for the corner I
thought he was going to get one, two unbelievable last 3 mins,
it was in the bag, the celebrations afterwards with David may
having the whole crown silent was something you will never
forget.

After leaving the nu camp we made are way back to the
Sony centre to meet the rest after watching 2 girls do a strip
we made are way to the tube station but could we find it could
we heck, long walk back to the ramblers found lots more reds
doing the same thing, when reaching the hotel the are was full
of reds and German fans just sat around looking in a shocked
state, not been able to believe what as just happened, manage to
stay awake till about 5.45 a.m. so headed off to bed did my best
to wake Roy up but no luck. finally woke up at about 3.00 p.m.
on the Thursday o what a night late may in 99.

Thursday was just a get over the night before.

Friday was the day to return to the nu camp for the tour not bad
500pesaters for the museum and to sit in the ground cheaper than
united's tour, this is the time when you want to go home.

Saturday

Home time early start from the hotel on to the airport no probs
back in Luton then hire a car to Manchester.

Karl J Stand Red




Subject: Barca 99...Part 5 0f 5 by Paul Scully

Part V Thursday and Beyond

By the next morning, I was being philosophical about my lost money as I
changed my 20 pounds into pesetas. I knew I would have gladly paid the
170 quid for a ticket with 20 minutes to go to kick off, so there was
no point in thinking about it, though I was still miffed that I let the
little bastard do me like that. The feeling of celebration was still in
the Barcelona air as we walked up and down the Ramblas collecting

souvenirs to take back. We had a good few hours until the ferry and so
we just walked up and down taking in the various sights, like five
American girls singing ‘Yip Yap Stam’ over and over again, as well as
the compulsory Adult shop. We stopped for a fantastic Pizza, so good
that Ed had to have another , then walked to the ferry port for the
trip back to Majorca clutching various English newspapers for our

travel entertainment. For some reason, I don’t know whether it was the
presence of Paul Wheeler or whether they had heard about Kerry’s antics
on the way over, there were baton wielding Spanish police walking
menacingly up and down the ferry back, though most people just ignored
them and carried on with their business. 

We returned to Majorca for four more nights of fun and celebrations in
the sun accompanied by plenty of alcohol. Each day seemed to follow the
same kind of pattern. This involved a late wake up around 12ish (with
Kerry rising about  two hours after everyone else), a typical English
breakfast, then a seat by the pool reading each and every single paper
that said something about the match and the days after. This would be

followed by the ritual games of football, water polo (whilst annoying
everyone on the pool perimeter), pool and cards (not the kind of cards
you’d want to show your mum though). Kerry also pushed me into the pool
on one occasion whilst my back was turned - I haven’t forgotten this
and will exact my revenge at a chosen time.  As early evening
approached we would make our way over to Magaluf where we would get
totally rat-arsed on various cocktails and fake bottles of champagne as
well as the many freebies that came with each drink. The nights always

ended with everyone staggering home at varying times, although Kerry
always seemed to come home later than me, meaning that I was always
woken at around 6am each morning. Looking at the state of him each time
he came in, it was no wonder he never managed to pull as he could
barely stand up and mutter his own name. The first night back in
Magaluf though was one of the best, as we were still trying to take in
the enormity of the match and come back down to earth. We went on a

massive bar and club crawl, part of which resulted in us lifting a
bottle of champagne up like the players did with the European Cup, to
the dumbfounded looks of the inhabitants of the club. We also found
Barney, Doug, Steve and a whole load of others outside a bar and ended
up staying  with them and singing some real classic United songs before
we all moved over to another club over the road and got seriously
pissed, leaving for our hotels at various unknown times. 

I did actually get to the beach a couple of times as well where I
managed to find Alan and Paula looking like typical British Lobsters,
along with Paul Wheeler and his girlfriend. Alan actually ran out of
the sea because he was scared of all the creatures, which I believe was
one baby jellyfish that he had spotted about 50 yards from the shore. 
Anyway, it was good to see that the presence of Paula hadn’t stopped
him perving at all the half naked girls lying around - it was obviously
a well chosen spot for using those sunglasses to disguise the direction
of the eyes. 

One afternoon was spent watching City on the large TV in the hotel bar,
which drew a rather large audience of reds. Most of us were sympathetic
towards them as it was difficult not to be after winning the European
Cup, though we couldn’t resist a wry smile and cheer when two goals
went in. The bastards though, somehow equalised in the five minutes of
added time after looking like they couldn’t hit a barn door from 5
yards for most of the game - still who were we to care, we were the
champions of Europe.

I finally got home in the very early hours of Monday morning after
waiting 3 hours at Palma airport, though happily Ed, Jason, Rob and the
rest were delayed longer on their flight back to Manchester too. The
first thing I did though after getting some sleep was to watch the last
10 minutes of the game albeit in the presence of my girlfriend - well
actually it was the second thing  I did. I finally got to watch it
again later when my girlfriend had gone and just burst into tears of

joy when Solkjaers shot went in. Even now, I watch it almost every week
and it still sends a shiver down the back of my neck. I guess it was
the moment I knew we had finally done what I had waited my whole life
to see.  I know that those few seconds after Solksjaer scored will
never be beaten for as long as I watch football and I feel privileged
to have been there. Hopefully once the season starts I’ll remove my
head from the clouds and come back to the reality of a fresh start, at
least for a while.

PAUL SCULLY 1999 No copying without permission

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