Chelsea 0-1 Liverpool (aet)
League Cup Final, Wembley
Over the past decade or so, Brent Council have really cracked down on street drinking around Wembley, so unless you want to have your cans confiscated by a stern policeman threatening you with a fine, it pays to plan your walk to the ground. We park just outside the No Swally zone and I know that I can crack the first can as we leave the car and have necked it before we reach Wembley Park tube. A dry walk up past the grotty looking Wembley International hotel and down a side street near the Hilton where some ornamental shrubs provide cover for the clandestine drinker with a good view of approaching drink polis. Down a little side alley and you come out opposite the Purple Zone, where all the Club Wembley biffs go into the stadium. The Police are all round the corner watching fans come off Wembley Way and up the steps to the stadium, so Can #3 can be gulped without fear of confiscation. Intending to meet mates by the Liverpool end, we walked past the flats that now sit where it used to be an expanse of car and coach parking, and although it was like sitting in a fucking wind tunnel in Tromso I was able to polish off the 4th can before (a) my hand froze to the can, and (b) my need for a piss became overwhelming.
Once inside the ground, £7.25 for real ale (Brakspears) or £7.50 for craft (Camden stout) - with the extra cost being outweighed by no queues whatsoever and long ones for the shitty lager at £25 for 4 pints. The one downside of all this was that I missed VvD "scoring" on the hour mark as I was having a much needed burst (and couldn't be arsed with the chaos under the stands at half time). Still, I was back at my seat when he scored the eventual winner.
League Cup Final, Wembley
Over the past decade or so, Brent Council have really cracked down on street drinking around Wembley, so unless you want to have your cans confiscated by a stern policeman threatening you with a fine, it pays to plan your walk to the ground. We park just outside the No Swally zone and I know that I can crack the first can as we leave the car and have necked it before we reach Wembley Park tube. A dry walk up past the grotty looking Wembley International hotel and down a side street near the Hilton where some ornamental shrubs provide cover for the clandestine drinker with a good view of approaching drink polis. Down a little side alley and you come out opposite the Purple Zone, where all the Club Wembley biffs go into the stadium. The Police are all round the corner watching fans come off Wembley Way and up the steps to the stadium, so Can #3 can be gulped without fear of confiscation. Intending to meet mates by the Liverpool end, we walked past the flats that now sit where it used to be an expanse of car and coach parking, and although it was like sitting in a fucking wind tunnel in Tromso I was able to polish off the 4th can before (a) my hand froze to the can, and (b) my need for a piss became overwhelming.
Once inside the ground, £7.25 for real ale (Brakspears) or £7.50 for craft (Camden stout) - with the extra cost being outweighed by no queues whatsoever and long ones for the shitty lager at £25 for 4 pints. The one downside of all this was that I missed VvD "scoring" on the hour mark as I was having a much needed burst (and couldn't be arsed with the chaos under the stands at half time). Still, I was back at my seat when he scored the eventual winner.
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