Our trip to see Nice play

foxesneverquit

Member of the lark around club.
Started the day with a swim in The Med and a spot of sunbathing.
Got the tram from the centre of Nice (35 minutes) direct to the stadium on the outskirts of the city(4 Euros return).
Had time for a couple of beers in the sunshine.
From the tram station it was a 5 minute walk and great views of the stadium.
Not much going on outside of the stadium.
Got to say seeing The Eagle flying in the stadium was a great sight (sorry @TopFox).
The game itself which Nice won 2-0 was no more than Championship standard.
About 200 Strasbourg fans attended.
The ultras below us sang throughout the game.
The stadium holds 36,000 and there was just over 20,000 present.
Great afternoon out and great experience.
The fans loved our shirts (Leicester and Plymouth Argyle) 👌😎
 
mine was Grodig v LASK in the Austrian bundesliga just after we’d won the league. Treated like royalty. It’s only a small village outside Salzburg but Adi Hutter (before everyone wanted him) got them to the top division. He’d gone by then and they got dicked having already been relegated.
 
Started the day with a swim in The Med and a spot of sunbathing.
Got the tram from the centre of Nice (35 minutes) direct to the stadium on the outskirts of the city(4 Euros return).
Had time for a couple of beers in the sunshine.
From the tram station it was a 5 minute walk and great views of the stadium.
Not much going on outside of the stadium.
Got to say seeing The Eagle flying in the stadium was a great sight (sorry @TopFox).
The game itself which Nice won 2-0 was no more than Championship standard.
About 200 Strasbourg fans attended.
The ultras below us sang throughout the game.
The stadium holds 36,000 and there was just over 20,000 present.
Great afternoon out and great experience.
The fans loved our shirts (Leicester and Plymouth Argyle) 👌😎
Glad you had such a great time, we were staying in a hotel right on the front but never thought to go for a swim, has to be said that it looked like nobody else fancied it either, probably because it was April.
Fans put on a great display, shame we can’t match it here, although I have noticed a couple of our boys who seem to spend more time trying to get everyone singing than watching the game.
 
Sounds great FNQ. Glad you enjoyed it.

My favourite game abroad as a neutral was Nantes vs Strasbourg. It was the last game of the season and Claudio's last game as manager of Nantes, before leaving, having already agreed a departure under mutual consent. Before the game we got to meet Claudio at the players entrance. He loved us being there in our City shirts. We had seats very close to the dugout, and again he acknowledged us inside the ground.

The game itself was poor though. The most notable thing was that it was the last game played by Emilio Sala before his ill fated transfer to Cardiff, and the plane crash that took his life.
 
My favourite game abroad as a neutral was Genoa v Parma in October 2018. Away win for Parma 3-1.

Genoa ultras going the whole time. Similar experience to you in Nice.

And I just love the fact that they are GCFC
- Genoa Cricket and Football Club
Hang on. First Nice. Then Genoa. What’s up next? Memories of a visit to Family Cercle Brugge? Viktoria Spnge FC?
 
My first game abroad was Dunkirk v BFPO 40 in which I played a small but pivotal role as second half goalkeeper substitute for Sylvester Stallone who decided to quit playing football at halftime to take up boxing instead. As the final whistle shrilled (after our heavy defeat) and on hearing the coded message “There’s A Song In My Heart” announced by Jean Metcalfe and Cliff Michelmore we dashed for the beach. A Junkers Ju52 was flying overhead dropping copies of the Düsseldorf Sports Buff, late results edition ,which had a second half match report under the banner headline “Tommies Go Home”.
On reading that his horse “Alfie” had won won the 4.15 at Chepstow,Michael Caine was heard to remark “Now not a lot of people know that”!
After a “quick dip in the sea” to find the nearest available small boat, we clambered aboard as skipper Robert Shaw was surveying the chaotic scenes on the beach and muttering aloud “we’re gonna need a bigger boat”!
Sir Richard Attenborough was already in floods of tears as per usual until Sir John Mills handed him a full box of Kleenex man size tissues.
I spent a miserable channel crossing sitting sodden and shivering between teammates Russell Osman and John Wark who were looking somewhat suspiciously at Mike Summerbee and asking themselves “who the fucking hell is he”?
On reaching Blighty I was handed a mug of hot tea and a bun on the quayside with George Formby playing his ukulele “turned out nice again” and Gracie Fields lifting our spirits with a stirring rendition of “Wish Me Luck As You Wave Me Goodbye”.
As I stepped onto the troop train the platform tannoy was announcing “We don’t stop at Nottingham or Derby and certainly not fucking Coventry but you can get off Leicester at ten past three”!
 
I remember the Pathe News footage of that return journey by train. As the exhausted men in their uniforms disembarked from the carriages, to be greeted by trestle tables loaded with cut sandwiches, you got into a dispute with one of the women in headscarfs handing them out, insisting that you only liked blackcurrant jam, and not strawberry. After what seemed like an age, to those watching the newsreel, at least, a special train was hurriedly shunted in, and within a few hours, one of that flotilla of small boats was making its way back over the channel, with a solitary passenger on board.
 
I remember the Pathe News footage of that return journey by train. As the exhausted men in their uniforms disembarked from the carriages, to be greeted by trestle tables loaded with cut sandwiches, you got into a dispute with one of the women in headscarfs handing them out, insisting that you only liked blackcurrant jam, and not strawberry. After what seemed like an age, to those watching the newsreel, at least, a special train was hurriedly shunted in, and within a few hours, one of that flotilla of small boats was making its way back over the channel, with a solitary passenger on board.
Unfortunately for me there was no blackcurrant jam available in Stalag Luft XVII either!
 
A strange fact about Dunkirk is that the Allies never took it on their trip to Berlin in 1944.
At the war's end it was still in German hands. One of only two French towns...
 
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