This time 7 years ago: Best day of my life!

[Busby Boy]

Yeah, I remember it well...I was 10 and arrived in Barcelona at midday. Was phenomenal and certaintly the best day of my life. 4 day earlier it was my birthday, I couldn't get tix to the FA Cup final but was made up about the European Cup final tickets. Here's the video to get them hairs standing up on the back of your neck:



Where were you?...

[dibley]

:'(We flew out saturday night after watching the cup final in Manny airport. Landed in Alicante, picked up hire car and headed off to Benidorm. Stayed there until monday on camp Benidorm, then drove up to Lloret de Mar to meet some mates. The meeting lasted approximately 2 hours, then the war commitee delivered the plans to the foot soldiers.

It took roughly 2 hours to take over the Munich stronghold that was Llorett de Mar. "UNITED ARE NOW IN TOWN, AND IN TOTAL CONTROLL" After all the Liverpool, luton, stanstead, birmingham and heathrow flights arrived, the Germans either left or retreated to their hotels. All tuesday was a fiesta for the red army that had gathered all along the costa brava and dorada. The weather was beltin, the san miguel was in full flow, and all in full song. THE RED ARMY HAD TRULY ARRIVED.

The tuesday night was so memorable. every bar, club, cafe, side street, was full of reds as the Munich fans looked on from their lofty hotel balconies, the realisation was now setting in that the biggest club in germany was witnessing something they was not used to.............BEING HEAVILY OUT NUMBERED.


We sang and danced into the small hours. The police clearly not being able to cope with the sheer numbers that had arrived....and had they arrived. Busy on their walky talkies determined to keep order, the looks on their faces as more coaches arrived behind them.............."priceless".

After closing a number of bars down, dozens of us walked the streets looking for a shady little watering hole that would oblige our Pesetas. "Bingo!!!" It did'nt take long,....................."4 pints 'o' san miguel por favour!". It was'nt long before we was all in full throng again outside the bar. No doubt the sound of 30 to 40 reds "going for it" carried well through the alley ways of little hotels and bars.

Up above us, about 5 munich fans started singing songs down to us,and the banter began, it all seemed freindly enough until what appeared to be a bucket of water or something of that ilk came down from the hotel from roughly their direction.

Errrrrrr!....................."Not a good move i'd say". Now, picture the scene, 25 to 30 reds running up the stairs of this little hotel pronto fashion. Pedro the lanlord hid behind his little mahogany reception area whilst a couple of lads errrr! kept his phone busy shall we say ;D the police were extremely busy as it was after all! . We found the room within a couple of minutes. The kraut kids in there must have only been about 20 to 25 years old, "bless!" so after a few "slaps" shall we say, once we'd threw their matresses and clothes over the balcony to the baying mob below, we took their cash, watches jewelry and left them naked on the balcony.


Wednesday the 26th of May 1999. Breakfast, and on the road in the hire car for the 1 hour journey to Barcelona. Arrived,12 o'clock, tired, drunk, ticketless, and headed straight for the Ramblas. Got more drunk whilst looking for tickets.

19;00 hrs, made our way on the Metro underground to the camp nou. "But wait, there'll be thousands of reds outside the United end looking for spares, we'll go the Munich end in stead". Great move, bought to tickets right on the half way line off a young spanish student for 12,000 pesetas each, which was roughly £40. "But are they blaggs or are they real??" we thought. Once we'd made our way passed the police cordens, we began queueing up at our turnstyle....................."Whats all the fuss up there?" Fuckinell, loads getting knocked back........................"These are fuckin blaggs are'nt they, we've been had off!" so we just stood there any way waiting our turn. My mate went first. I must admit, i had never been so fuckin nervous in that 10 seconds it took for the steward to take his ticket and enter it into the electronic turnstyle bar code reader......................."Beep.....Beep" Ohh shit!. the next thing the fookin thing rotated, "HE WAS FUCKIN IN"......i could'nt believe it!, but now my turn..............."Beep yer twat, ...............fuckin beep" and it did. I've never been a religious person, but at this moment in time, for the first time in my life......................"I believed!!"














I'm sure you all know the rest.

[jogabonito]

my story aint as romantic or interesting.......

i was 11 at the time....watchin the final in my uncle's pub in limassol cyprus....the pub was full or irish utd fans n a few germans.... smug germans at that....they were driven out of the pub with heads held low n eatin humble pie..... after the final whistle....i spent the whole nite dancing, signing and having beer and champers poured down my throat....was the first time i ever got wasted wat made it all the more special...is that my uncle who owns the pub is a big liverpool fan...n to celebrate the champions league in a pub wiv a welcome to anfield sign at the door was sweet as a nut.......

[punkfootball]

i remember giving my teacher(villa fan) a lot of grief all through the day,

i remember crying at about 85 mins (i was 8 )

then when teddy scored, my dad picked me up and started running around the living room like a mad man

when ole scored i couldnt believe it, that has to be the greatest moment in my life,

and it was the first time i had alcohol aswell

[Dizzy]

They were 3 great minutes, sadly, not many people in my family follow football much, so I hardly ever get chance to watch a game.. (I'd pay myself, but I have a music addiction to pay for) and I envy everyone in the Nou Camp on that night.

[kearnsey6]

i was 7 and its by far my clearest and best memory of my life i remember how infact poorly we played for about an hour and how much i was impressed with bayerns efficancy but the turning point really was when teddy and ole came on, teddy the'20 minute man' was just so good at changing the games when we needed him, i remember crying at about 85 mins when it seemed certain that we wouldnt complete the treble and praying countless times and the we exploded into exctasy and i cried even more than when we were losing!!! the treble may well be won by another club sooner or later but its certain that nobody, nobody will ever win the european cup let alone the treble in such circumstances

[Crilly]

kearnsey6 said:

i was 7 and its by far my clearest and best memory of my life i remember how infact poorly we played for about an hour and how much i was impressed with bayerns efficancy but the turning point really was when teddy and ole came on, teddy the'20 minute man' was just so good at changing the games when we needed him, i remember crying at about 85 mins when it seemed certain that we wouldnt complete the treble and praying countless times and the we exploded into exctasy and i cried even more than when we were losing!!! [glow=red,2,300]the treble may well be won by another club sooner or later[/glow] but its certain that nobody, nobody will ever win the european cup let alone the treble in such circumstances

BLASPHEMY !!!! #furious#

[kearnsey6]

now come on its near impossible but its possible some team will do it some time but the fact is we did it first and we did it in the best possible fashion.

[neville4president]

26 MAY 1999

I remember every moment of my day at school, i was in year 3 i think (about 8ish)....

WHAT A GAME, i was crying all the way through it at home....I went to get a drink cause i couldnt watch any more, I sat back down...Beckham took the first corner....

WE ALL KNOW THE REST

[ajb7]

I was 11 at the time, just about the age where I was starting to appreciate what age the passion for the game was all about. I didn't make it to wembley for the cup due to no means of transport. But the CLF was a another matter enitirely.I went with a mate and his dad, we started to set out at about 9am Tuesday morning we were flying from Liverpool airport. We arrived in Barcelona mid afternoon ish. The rest of the day was spent on a nice little beach not too far away. At night we went back to our hotel and played pool and table tennis for about 2 hours non stop lol. Now the nerves were building. When I woke up the next day, my friend and his dad got up around 9ish, had a breakfast and stayed around the pool til midday. We were all buzzing now. Then made the journey to famous catalouyna square in town. We were there with lots of reds who were drinking and really stating to get up for the occasion. We entered the ground about 1 hour before KO enjoying the rest of the pre match. And so time went on, as you all know the rest was history. But it was a night I will never forget, the most heart warming feeling was seeing teddy, one of my heroes score at such a crucial time. WOW

[keano16]

Unfortunately I wasn't lucky enough to get to Barcelona. I had 'the best seat in the house' as far as my father was concerned, but totally not true. There is no way in Hell people could feel the same watching it on TV as being there.

I was 17. During the day I went to Sainsbury's with my mam and bought a bottle of champagne. It wasn't an expensive label, but it was champagne all the same.

If it weren't for videos, I wouldn't remember what the match was like apart from the last five minutes. It hit 88 minutes, and my mam says: "Well, they've had it now!" I admit I could have slapped her. I could have chucked the goddamn bottle at her! "Believe woman!"

We get the first corner. Up comes The Great Dane. Sheringham gets it in, 1-1. I screamed so hard my dog shit itself! Then, well, we all know the rest. I unscrewed the plastic cork and just sat back and got quite happy. A bottle of champers, and no-one else got a drop! I'm a greedy bastard! ;D

Yeah. Barcelona 99. Best night of my life. I don't think anything that happens to me will ever top that night, not even marraige. Serious.

I love Manchester United. Liverpool fans can go on saying they won the treble for as long as they want for all I care, the fact of the matter is, they didn't really. We did. Glory F*cking Glory!

#worship#

[rewdie]

I was in my room, i was 10, i remember going mentle when we were down and trying to use my david beckham shower gel to kick the ball into the goal (sad i know but hey i was distraught) then we won and wow =D there wont ever be a footballing moment like it, though England coming back from 2-0 down against the nazis to win the world cup would be spectactular