This is a brief summary of the 6 hours after the game when i sat next to Ronnie Whelan with a ticket bought for 32 quid off the old "boot room" exchange
Anyone that was there will verify that 99.999999% of Dortmund was closed and effectively dry and everyone got booted out of town to destinations either home or loads went to amsterdam etc or went back to hotels etc after the match.
About an hour after the game after leaving the ground (after some had been interviewed for "the treble" dvd)and walking back into town its now like 1am I'm standing there smashed and still shaking with disbelief at what id just witnessed in this tiny little kebab shop head on counter when at the back this little wooden door swings open and out come 2 local old lads swaggering, FUCK ME A BAR!!!! in the back of a kebab shop
I goes out and drags our crew straight in there me, Cherith, Bob K, Olly, Lou, Chester Boy?? Rushian?? RiH?? Dave, Lee, Jody about 20-30 of us all in we crammed in and had it right off there for the rest of the night, the cheapest bestest celebration by a walking mile, those that were there will remember it forever, even better than Istanbul!!!!
we must have drank 100's of litres of very strong locally brewed lager at 2euros each and we drank lots of them and sang all night long....
chupa chups, chupa chups, chupa chups and we love you alaves we do..(to the Alaves fan with the 6ft inflatable Chupa Chup from their end)
To the little 4ft10in landlady we sang allkinds, Mrs Klaus, Mrs Klaus Mrs Klaus, we love ye mrs klaus we do, oh mrs klaus we love you
and at one point
Put your tits in for the lads (instead of get yer tits out for the lads, cos they were horrible
) (to which mrs klaus duly danced on top of the bar to, clapping away n stamping her feet without a clue what we were singing, just loving the fact the bar was selling out of beer fast!!)
The easyjet pilot is a charlie uniform november tango, well the easyjet pilot is a charlie uniform november tango. sung to mr klaus(dressed in bright orange boilersuit who obviously wasnt the easyjet pilot) who quickly arrived after a 3am phone call from mrs klaus who had obviously seen nothing like it in there before.
and the final one i was singing on me own through the streets of Dortmund at 6.50am after getting lost and being blind pissed with the earlier promise "if your not back at the car by 7 im leaving" from our driver Olly
Tell me ma me ma,
to not make me tea too hot,
cos we won the fucking lot,
tell me ma, me ma.
PS. Mrs & Mr Klaus were named by us and NO malicousness meant by any of our chants that night
PPS I made it back to the car at 10 past 7
PPS I still have swapped shirt as well