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Nuttingham: tell mum, I love her

guest report by Bakan:

The first visit with Susi in Nottingham was in order. In addition to pubs, pubs & Robin Hood a two grass sports clubs are offered. I opted for Nottingham Forest: 2nd league (along with Milwall), 6th in the table and won four in a row. Watt Willsen more?

The 26-pound card could be picked up at the stadium - perfect. Already moved around the temple, the people tune in pubs around. Similarly, we did it after the tickets had been secured. So completely sober is yes then it's not, and in the stadium there will be probably nothing - But more on that later!
went 45 minutes before kick-off it into the stadium, where right the first surprise was waiting for us: No checks. Only a three-grid "guaranteed" access to unauthorized persons. Body checks did not exist. It went into a narrow concrete path that has somehow reminiscent of a prison, and certainly none of the UEFA regulations as 134435432. No matter! Without further ado, the place occupied in row 3, looked round into the open. Empty. After all, I was looking forward to some 20,000 people. Only the mascot was present. What a wonder it was a Robin Hood.

filled gradually the stadium. On entering the speakers blared the teams and all the fans the club song. I had imagined - the creeps. The disillusionment came for me but only a few minutes after kick-off: In the best sitcom-style echoed Oooh's and Ahhh's through the boiler. Only the set pieces were celebrated frenetically. Corners sang really any "Come on you Reds.

was then half. Now I once again went well into the catacombs to give me an overview. Lo and behold, beer! Same time and ordered two pints thrown during which a glance at the map: Brandy, Whisky, Vodka. Now I realized why everyone around me drank "coffee". In my youthful folly I just missed a 800 pound fine because I was trying to smuggle my achievement in the interior. Finally, it went on. Only the folder was not so funny, he held me back. After a brief skirmish, I explained to him that it would be in Germany quite common to drink beer. Always and everywhere (we want to dispel prejudices not). Then came what was to come. The 1-0 by Nottingham Forest shortly after the restart. I take it away: It was the only goal and I have not seen it.

After the beer was inhaled, we went back to the place. There was even enough time now for other things like the scoreboard. Finally, I did not even know who had taken (Chambers's it). There were, however, since 50 minutes congratulations, it was not a result and not a scorer identify. Our seat neighbor put it aptly: "I can tell her my mum that I love, but I do not know the score"

More does not happen in the game, was already final whistle. The stadium was emptying as quickly as it had filled. The team was only applauded briefly.

A certain very interesting experience to a shows how terrific you have it still be at home. Emotions and beer (the interior) are simply a football.