9 February, 2006

Seeing Terry last night had more benefits than obtaining my regular dose of sarcasm and the look on Terry’s face when Liverpool get beaten. For 2 years I have been trying to get the photos of our trip to Portugal for Euro 2004 from him. Last night I succeeded in aquiring them so I thought I’d post a few of them.

We had one hell of a time over there in the hot summer that was 2004. We stayed at an awesome Villa down south on the Algarve just outside a small village called Guia which is allegedly the home of peri-peri (piri-piri) cooking. A few lazy days on the beach down there were followed by a mad weekend of football up in Lisbon.

The two stadiums in Lisbon, Estadio de Luz (Stadium of Light) - Benficas ground where England played Portugal - and the Alvalade stadium - Sportings ground where France played Greece - are two spectacular albeit completely different venues. What a tournament, what a country and what a trip, a life time of memories in the bank!

Last night saw us trek across London to watch the Charlton v Liverpool game for which Guy managed to organise great tickets in the Liverpool end to watch them get dicked 2-0. It wasn’t a great game by any measure, Man Utd’s second side would have given both these teams a bun but the singing in the first half whilst Liverpool weren’t losing was as ever melodic to say the least. I didn’t take a camera last night but I have uploaded a video which was taken last year at the Fulham v Liverpool game, you’ll need sound to watch this video -  now watch and listen to The Fields of Anfield Road.  Do it!

PS: Mr Chateau Toby goes into a bit more detail on his site being the diehard scouse fan that he is, he also made up some other stuff about our endeavours after the game, I quote:

The Fishmonger did his best to get us stabbed in Charlton after the game, by first joking with a local by jumping in front of her in the ATM queue (she had serious sense of humour failure), and by then leading us to the most obvious Charlton home fans pub. Entrance was only via the back door (Dave knew this cos he had read so on the Internet), with a password and a Charlton season ticket. Dave tried to blag our way in claiming that 4 Suff Africans and Terry (from London) just wanted a beer and ‘didn’t want no twouble’. I could have sworn that I heard Dave try use the password ‘Durka Durka Charlton Jihad’ immediately before the door slamed shut…………