Got off the train at Piccadilly and went into the Supermarket and got 4 bottles of Australian Red, transferred it in to plastic water bottles then went to the square, once that had run out it was beer from the official bars in the fanzone until it all kicked off!
It was a great day until a point.....
We had to get a tram out the city in the general direction of Bury to find anywhere that had anything. Stumbled upon an Iceland. Bought 12 cans of Stella. Drank 1. Bag of nerves. The other 11 dumped somewhere around Picadilly Gardens.
I was designated driver, drove from Devon to Brum, stayed at my brothers house, then off to Manchester in the morning with brother, who had a broken leg, and my nephew. I spent most of the day keeping the wee man safe, while my brother got steaming. We watched it in a Hotel with some friends and Dr. Fox! Nicky Chapman was getting pestered by a very drunk Rangers man. Good effort but no reward!!
Result aside, it was an experience and a half. Walking into town from old Trafford and seeing more and more red white and blue, until it was all you could see. Phenomenal support.
Myself and KingDado of this parish had as much Heineken stubbies as we could carry. Stuck them in the fridge on the Tuesday night at home overnight then loaded up the cool bags - they never made it home and never were - with ice in the morning then drove to Leeds where we were staying. Got the train through from there. Wandered about all day with them and can honestly say the last tin was still relatively cold.
Working in the morning and met my son at Piccadilly Station, Manchester around 4pm...couldn’t get into any pubs so ended up walking to the ground thinking we will pick something up en-route...EVERY wee shop we passed had run out of drink and I remember one guy who ran one of the shops saying he could probably take a holiday with the amount of money he had taken that day...think my son and I ended up having a couple of Diet Pepsis inside the ground.
Me and my Mrs were staying with her late aunt (who had the onset of dementia) who lived in Wythenshawe, we got the bus then metro from sale into the town what a buzz that day had a litre bottle of vodka and 2 cases of pear cider.
Funnily enough my mate woke up in the middle of the night in his hotel went to get a drink of water only to discover it was straight vodka leftovers from the day before.
Was determined to enjoy the day so night before went for a steak dinner and ended up in a pub for a few pints and a sing song. Next day coupe of pints in Piccadilly square then went to the station bar and had another coupe just watching the crowds pouring off the train. Wandered round Manchester with s coupe of cans procured from marks people watching
I've posted about this before, but we genuinely did see a table of guys drinking Breaker Malt Liquor and Advocaat in one pub. The bar staff must have went into the darkest reaches of the cellar and blew the dust off any old shite.
Couldn't find an off licence for love nor money so resigned ourselves to a day of relative sobriety. A fellow bear shouted over to us (2 of us) to get over and join them. Tried offering him money for the tins of beer he gave us but he wasn't having any of it. Stood and enjoyed their company for a few hours before kick off.
Probably my best memory of Manchester and defined to me what a thoroughly decent set of supporters we have.