TL;DR cliff notes: Blatant whine from non-British dude.
As I’m from the other side of the ocean, I don’t have that many experiences to choose between. This one wasn’t a bad game as such, but a bit special and anti-climatic. November 2011. We were on a very good run, having fucked up Liverpool recently and winning the NLD. Now it was time for Villa at home.
I flew to London with a couple of mates the day before. I had only bought a plane ticket, as we were gonna stay with a friend to one of the guys. As we arrived at the airport, I was made aware that he lived in Woolwich. Great start!
In the evening, we went to Camden for some reason, and one of the guys wanted to buy some smoke. The fella living in Woolwich said he knew where to buy something, and we stood by a bridge in Camden. A suspicious looking fella showed up, and one of the guys followed him, only to come back running with two guys chasing him. So we all went running for a couple of minutes. Cue fucked up evening.
Next day, we were going to the game. It was a late game, 9 pm IIRC. On our way to the Lane we ran into some no-good fellas on the street who threatened to stab us. Great.
Finally! At the Lane. Bale, King, Modric, a firing Adebayor.. What’s not to like? Villa were fucking atrocious. Adebayor scored 2 in the first half. Nothing happened in the second half. The athmosphere was dead that night, and it was a boring football game. Well, victory. Off we go.
We hadn’t eaten yet, so we found some Indian place up the street. We were the only guests.
Cue 5 guys with diarrhea in a small apartment in Woolwich. Back we go the next day.
Thanks London
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