I assume this is the anniversary of Seville? Errr, I watched the game on my own, with Mrs Pure moaning about me hogging the telly with fitba, in our flat in Norf Lahndahn. Crazy days <erm>
That don't count. That is Hertfordshire!! I used to go to Underhill when there was **** all else to do. I'd say there'd be a few bars around Finchley fit to bursting that night.
It's inside the M25, it has an 0208 phone number, it's on the northern line, it's the "London borough of Barnet" etc etc Mind you it has an Enfield postcode...is that London? I dunno ... Anyway, that's where I was
Enfield is inside the M25 too...just.It is London enough. Mrs Pure moaned about that? That ain't right. I lived in north London as well at the time. Full of hopes and dreams before life ground me down....and a cheating **** from Portugal.
Yes it is isn't it. I was really looking for recollections of what you were doing the day we were in Seville. Instead I got involved in a postcode war. My own fault. Lets just forget it ever happened.
I went through various emotions: nervous, excited, drunk, frustrated, depressed, drunk, angry. After we lost I had a massive row with the girlfriend and called her every name under the sun before hurling a half-filled pint glass at the livingroom wall then storming off. Not my proudest day I'm afraid to say I blame that **** Mourinho!
I was watching it in Coopers, Great Western Road - got that drunk I didn't even remember the score the next morning!
