Hagbard 23 wrote:could any of us forget him?
That crunt ruined my summer.
I didn't speak to anyone for a week (truly), after he scored in Paris.
I was there that night and I remember the sick feeling I got in the pit of my stomach when the crunt deflected his touchline-bound shot off the inside of Almunia's leg... I knew the dream was over then. It was horrific.
We sang and we chanted but I just felt despair. After 34 years waiting for that final it was robbed from me.
But my fellow Gooners saved me that night. My Irish/English/Welsh crew ended up in the Cockney Tavern in Pagele on a huge piss up with a crew of English Gooners. We sang, we drank, we chanted, we drank some more, right through the night until my mates and I ended up in a little all night workers cafe near our hotel, about 7am the next morning.
French cops, whores and factory workers were enjoying their pre bed Aperitif and we were sat there, quaffing beer. One of us quietly started singing "Perry Groves World..." and we all joined in. Then these three Gooner heads popped up way at the back of the cafe and they joined in too.
The locals just sat there watching us til we were done and then they cheered and called out "
Allez les Rouge!" and "
Vive les Cannoneers!" (I think that's how it's spelled

).
They bought us a drink or two as well.
A magic moment...
Such a f*cking shame we didn't win the b*stard...
