OST reports.

The rest of the Leeds day photos will be online when the 'new' site is up and running.

Scouser Tommy, blue shirt, and assorted Forum regulars. Photo taken in Flannagans, Mathew Street, Liverpool. The gorgeous, pouting Louise, is not present.

We went to Flannigans and there were a lot of Gladbach lads in there. El blocko 106 and I exchanged stories about our trips and the ladies were entertaint too. Kenny went to the Lennon bar and the rest of the TVSC vanished too. We had a great time there and if we weren´t already, we slowly got pissed in there. Some other mates of Kathy came along and we went to Rubber Sole and that´s were it ended at around 2ish, that´s all I can remember timewise. Photies were taken inbetween, god knows what they will be like and I made me way up to Lime Street for a cab. I ended up cueing outside the Adelphi, fuckin freezig it was and got talking to 2 nice birds standing behind me. They must´ve liked me chat-up line: " Excuse me, have you got a light please!" To cut a long story short, they were heading in the same direction as me, looked great under the influence of ale and I ended up in a house, drinking cans of Bud and talking shite I suppose until I finally walked home and straight into me bed at 5 in the morning.

   Satdee - I woke up at 8, feeling rough as fuck to be honest and couldn´t even face a fry-up, which is not noraml for me. I met up with Johnny mac in the Globe and started drinking. Shortly after the beautiful LOU arrived and we chatted along. Inbetween I got to know Nico and some other Belgians before heading towards Rileys, to meet up with me other mates. I was already pissed after about 6 bottles of Beck´s and I nearly died of an heart-attack when I bumbed into a German mate of mine in Rileys as soon as I was walking through the door. There was already a bootle of Carlsberg waiting for me and I slowly got hammered and though that I won´t survive the day without food. In Rileys there were a lot of Leeds fans and also Irish Liverpool fans and they really pissed me off singing 'Munich' and 'stand up' shite. We had a word and all the "calm down" shite started, even from the Liverpool (Irish) fans. They can call themselfes lucky that me mate Griff wasn´t there. From Rileys, I could by now officially say that I was pissed already at 1 o´clock, we went to my favourite bar, the old Winy, now the Blob shop for all those outsiders reading this. After some Aussie whites I was convinced that I would make it to the ground before kick-off and as per usual, you can call me a sad bastard if you want, it was a quarter to 3 when we cued up for a taxi. In front of us were some agressive Leeds wankers and they were taunted by a group of Liverpool scallies, the average age must´ve been about 9. The Leeds threw some coins over to them and started all the "dustbin shite". Me mate Dave had a word and more real Scallies joined the cue from the Winey and the Leeds were not so brave anymore.

   I got to me seat at 10 past 3, not that bad really. I only come all the way from Germany and don´t even manange to get to the ground in time. The game itself was great, the atmosphere in general acceptable but in area 203 it was shite. Hardly any singing, even from the Scousers around me and got moned at several times to sit down. No wonder there´s no passionate atmosphere on the Kop anymore if even the locals can´t be fuckin arsed. I´m pretty obsessed with this atmosphere thing as you must´ve noticed by now, it´s part of the Liverpool tradition, passionate support, even when the team doesn´t win the league for fun anymore should be on everybody´s mind when following the Reds home and away. I hate those bastards, there were 3 next to me, who just sit on their arses and moan all the time, "Berger you shithouse when he doesn´t tackle all the time" and other stuff. I´have to give them credit though that they went mad, like all of us really after the 2nd and 3rd goal and even joined in with the passionate YNWA. After the game I went straight to the Albert and it was already packed to the rafters. Johnny Mac and the lovely LOU arrived and Kathy and Steph were there and I also spotted el blocko 106 somewhere and some Gladbach lads. Finally Tom E got me 2 beers and I met several others, Ged the red, WISK and jesus fuck, even the RED REBEL came along,cheers mate, Reading Red was there too. I was fucking chuffed to bits to meet all of youse and I´m sorry if I´ve forgotten to mention some names, I either can´t remember meeting you or just was too pissed to notice. Johnny Mac performed some great stunts to get me flag hanging up by the window and slowly the singing started, great stuff. All the old Liverpool scallies were mobbed on the other side of the pub, on the right hand side when you walk through the door and we were standing on the benches by the stage, I spotted Peter Hooton from the Farm and other well-known faces, I was wondering if Kevin Sampson was there too. Knowing me and being pissed as a fart I would´ve made a total cunt of meself by walking over to him and telling him how great his book Extra Time was to read and that he should write a similar one, thank god I never did. I personally was also chuffed to bits that several Gladbach lads started singing anti-songs about me local team Hannover 96, that was a great compliment lads, thanks for that, it´s like the mancs singing "if you all hate Scousers........." when they´re playing some shit team at home. Some great old songs got an airing and me favourite one from now on is the "Underneath the floodlight one", well one of me favourites anyway. Slowly some faces went and Kathy and Steph had to leave too. Johnny Mac and the lovely LOU ( I know that I´m a slimy twat, but she is lovely honest to god, but so are the other ladies I met too, sorry, no offence meant here.) and meself got a cab into town, all rather worse for wear. We ended up in a pub facing Slaters, can´t remember the name. (It was The Jacaranda - JMac)  The beers were ordered and some lads started talking to me. Johnny Mac did a shoeshiny and went, LOU came back from the lou and slowly went after, no comments from my side here, only kidding and I was left there standing all by meself. I walked, or should I say stumbled to the Winy and was chuffed to bits to meet some of me mates in there and after some Aussie whites everything looked rosy again. From there we made our way to Slaters, past the long cue cause we know the bouncers and after several beers we headed for our usual spot named "Flares". I actually spotted some Scallies from the Albert in there too. It must´ve been great but I took a time out in one of the corners, just having a wee rest as I asured me mates. Shortly after I was back in form dancing on the stage, like a fuckin idiot but never mind. Around midnight my body gave me signals to go home and most of us had the same idea. I remember ordering a Kebab in the chipie facing Central Station and the driver telling me not to smoke and not to eat it in the cab. When I woke up the next morning, the tele was still on, the floor of the room was covered with onions, tomatoes and salad, no I´m not a vegie. My shirt was a proof of what must have happened as it was covered in sauce and the rest. I wish I could watch this great eating escapade on a video, at least then I would know what really happened.

   It was a relief that I woke up at home for starters and alone too, well that wasn´t really a relief but it saved me a lot of hassle with me lovely landlady. She knows me for nearly 15 years and can tell you some stories about me, honest to god, but I won´t go into any details, this would fill a book at least. To say I was feeling rough sundee morning would be the understatement of the century and when I went down to the kitchen for me fry-up, I nearly fell down the stairs. First I had planned to watch the Gladbach lads get beat by the Supporters Club but I ended up meeting a female friend in town and payed the Liverworld stores a visit, picked up me flag from the Albert, Paula even remembered me so I couldn´t have left such a bad impression and stayed in this holy Liverpool pub for a beer. We then went to the Chinese festival and all the fireworks and thousands of people pissed me off, it was too much to handle really after such a weekend. Later that night I went round to say hi to the neighbours of my landlady and after some glasses of home-brew wine fell asleep in their living room, how embarrassing, but thank fuck I was not the only one. I staggered back next door and straight into bed, with the cat scratching on me door all the night, the bastard.

   Monday I just shortly went into town, to buy some bits and bobs for friends in the Tourist office, I know that I´m a sad bastard but it had to be done, before  being chauffered to the coach station but just another blunose cabbie. Could it be that all the taxi drivers are fuckin bluenoses, at least that would explain the poor attendance at Goodison. There was the usual delay at Manc airport and I finally arrived back home monday night, telling me mate all the what happend over the last couple of days, she´ll be visiting some of the mentioned pubs herself over easter when she´ll be coming to Liverpool with me. The sad bastard I am, I just wanted to go onto the forum, to see what´s been written so far and that´s what I did for some hours after. I LOVE THE FORUM, it´s fuckin great when you´re living so far away and it WAS ALSO FUCKIN GREAT TO PUT SO MANY FACES TO NAMES before and after the Leeds match. Some of youse reading this might remember my "I´m fuckin buzzin postings", eg block 106 and Kathy most of all I thing and that´s exactly what I´m still doing at this very moment, FUCKIN BUZZIN, sitting in front of the screen, writing this little, or rather long story of one of me best ever trips ot Liverpool. There are plenty more to come and I would like to close with A BIG THANKS TO ALL OF YOUSE WHO MADE MY TRIP SO WONDERFUL again. All the things I´ve experienced over this weekend, that´s what I live for.

WE LOVE YOU LIVERPOOL, WE DO and WE´LL FIGHT AND NO SURRENDER.JUSTICE FOR THE 96 AND YOU´LL NEVER WALK ALONE.

TOMMY- fuckin emotional plastic Kraut Scouser