Well what a fucking shambles that ended up eh?
I'll be putting loads of photos and adding my thoughts on the days events a bit later as I'm just in the door, but I have to say I've rarely been as happy to get home in my life.
Suffice to say that I was one of the 199,800 supporters who had a peaceful, relatively fun day until right up at the end, but that's certainly not how Manchester treated me today. In particular, the old man who berated me for "making the streets smell like urine" as soon as he heard I had a Scottish accent was not happy when I suggested to him that the smell might just be him. This sadly was a good example of just how quickly, vigorously and happily the Manchester media and residents resorted to crude national stereotyping in a bid to absolve themselves of any blame for daftly trying to hold an event twice the size of Glastonbury in their toon centre.
Of course they were helped out considerably by a large chunk of the Rangers support who, while not violent, were out to counter matters by being as obnoxious as possible.
Anyway, like I said, full report the morra on what was a dictionary definition mixed bag of a day.
Friday 16 May 2008
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It's a real shame. We had rioting in downtown Montreal about a month ago when the Habs beat the Bruins in game 7 of the first round. It brought down everyone's spirits.
It was a real pisser G. Like I said, it rendered the result and in many ways the effort the players had put in to get there totally meaningless. I'm still stewing about it.
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