Dancing in the streets....... ALONE
Well what can I say, Raith's season is off to a tremendous start and what is even better is the goals are just flying in! What a great job and I will be watching in a few weeks! This serving of P n B comes from a 7 goal thriller against Montrose in the cup
In between my sunbathing and general meltingnuss (YES I know that is not a word but no Scotswoman should be baked in 35 heat in her own bed! ) I have been following the ups and downs of Scottish football, although it is very hard to imagine those cold terraces whilst picking sand out from your toes!
So here we are a hot dish of Paella and Bovril awaits!
Paella and Bovril
Being proud of your team is part of being a
fan, wearing the team’s colours, flying the flag, even taking to the streets to
show how much you love the team.
Or so I thought!
I have been living in Barcelona for nearly
6 years now and in that time have seen Spain win a World Cup, FC Barcelona win
2 Champions Leagues and the national side winning again and again at the Euros.
The football has been good to me here, and the parties? Well, let me tell you about the parties.
Now before I start nothing beats the cold
November evening in 1994 spent “dancing in the streets” but you cannot help but
get caught in up in a football celebration party no matter what the team!
When Barcelona got into the Champions League
final of season 2008/09 I had my first big Barca party. Of course I had been in
town for “el clasico” but this was a BIG final, against the club everyone one
loves or loves to hate, Manchester United. I had arranged to take the projector to a terrace party for
the match, so of we toddled to friend of a friend’s house to watch a match
Catalan style, plenty of good, cold beer, an abundance of food, copious amounts
of vocal disagreements with the television, on a terrace in 25 plus heat! This
was going to be a good evening of football, and it so was! Barcelona FC had
beaten the great Man U and Barcelona city was ready to party! Fireworks
exploded, car horns were being put thru their paces. The city was well on its
way to dancing in the streets, and being an “expert” I had to go join in. The
15 minute car ride took us nearly 2 hours that night! It was worth every minute
of it just to hang out of a sun roof singing away with a bunch of very, very
happy Catalans!
The world cup was another “wee” party I was
not going to miss out on! So with bright and yellow hair and face paint well
placed I was off to party with the Spanish at a big screen in a plaza. 1000s of us gathered in the blistering
sun ready to see if this national side could do as well as its clubs! It of
course did and yet again the skies of Barcelona were filled with fireworks and
car horns.
With the bar set in football parties you
can imagine my excitement when Spain made it to the Euros 2012 final,, against
Italy. They were trying to defend their title whilst holding the world cup!
History was going to be made.
But there was nothing, nada, zip. Madrid
was having a MASSIVE party, but here the streets were silent! I watched the
game, with my Spain top, red hair and face painted flag, in an Italian restaurant
with a few mates. Everyone else in Catalonia seemed to be watching “in secret”
behind close doors. After the game I walked home in the rain but still excited
by the night I thought that Spain’s win deserved a wee dance in the streets!
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