Highlights:
The train from Berlin to Poznan on the Saturday. Truly riotous scenes. Every possible rebel song was sung, everybody drinking and smoking in the corridors throughout. We even got a German archaeology professor who was on her way to Warsaw drinking and singing with us. She ended up wanting to get off with us in both senses of the phrase.
Torun. A wonderful little spot with everything so compact and all the best Irish fans staying there. The fans match there on Saturday at least meant we came away with one win.
Being part of an extended group of about 40 who were there for the whole thing. The afternoon of the Italy game was nearly the best of the lot. Different atmosphere to the days of the other games but more reflective and appreciative of still being there. Incredible three-hour sing song in one of the beer tents on the square post match again with all the best songs featuring. The people I met from everywhere. Massive Northern contingent with Down particularly well represented which was great to see.
The almost BDO-esque camaraderie with most of the Polish. Massive night in Torun for Poland v Russia with Irish supporters constantly singing âPolska Bialo Czerwoniâ.
Despite my earlier criticism of some of the excessive drinking the behaviour of the Irish supporters was on the whole, magnificent. Anybody slagging off what happened at the end of the Spain game has little to be complaining about and doesnât understand the atmosphere in the stadium anyway.
Lowlights:
Coming back from the Spain match in the cold, wet and wind was really miserable. Made the mistake of staying in a place called Wejherowo which is about 50km out at the end of the suburban rail line with pretty much no Irish staying there. The train journey back was a lonely one especially when a few Polish hooligans got on and found the light switch and flicked it on and off literally non stop for ten minutes while constantly shouting. Was supposed to stay there for another night but just decided to head back to Torun without seeing any of Sopot which was a disappointment in hindsight.
Dishonourable mention for the ten hour train journey from Poznan to Krakow with everybody knackered and having run out of beer.
Best food: The sausage and potato stall in Gdansk was about the only good thing after the Spain game. Some excellent kebab places in Poznan.
Worst food: Forum member Trapattoniâs raw chicken stew in Torun.
Fool of the trip: Me at Stansted Airport yesterday laughing at people getting a bottle of whiskey TAKENoff them at the security check, calling them idiots and totally forgetting Iâd bought a bottle of vodka at Krakow Airport which I then had taken off me in exactly the same way. FFS sake.
Funniest incidents: Seeing a pigeon getting flattened by the tyre of a van in Torun. At least 20 people saw the same incident and a collective gasp went up around the square.
Newlywed couples in the square in Gdansk posing for pictures with hurley sticks in their hands surrounded by drunken Irish supporters the day before the Spain game.
Seeing somebody trying to pull a wide open train door back in at 80 miles an hour on the train to Gdansk.
All of the above paled into insignificance though in comparison to the official TFK meet up in Poznan the night before the Croatia game. A seminal moment in the history of the forum.