Tag Archives: Paris

  1. Silent Night

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    December 7, 2012 by stuartnoel

    As the game petered out, with neither team particularly interested in going forward, the Lille fan next to me turned and said “ils ne sont pas digne de porter la chemise” which I believe means that they (the players and not Brian and Dan sitting next to me) weren’t fit to wear the famous red shirt of LOSC. It had been a toothless performance, played out in almost silence. The 40,000 fans had indeed sat silently, bar for the occasional chant which was met with jeers from the other fans. Unfortunately it had no effect on the team who stumbled through the game without ever really testing the Spaniards.

  2. The Illuminati in the City of Lights

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    December 6, 2012 by stuartnoel

    As the final whistle blew, my colleague Patrick offered up a high five. Top spot in the group meant an easier draw in the Knockout stages. But then I pointed out to him that the three other Groups finishing tonight would see AC Milan, Arsenal and Real Madrid as potential opponents. His smile faded slightly until I re-assured him they would get Celtic and be as good as through to the last 8 (joke Scottish football fans).

  3. Paris, why is it always Paris

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    March 22, 2008 by stuartnoel

    In the past six months I had been to the Stade de France on four occasions. Granted they were to see rugby matches, and granted I had only seen one football match in stadium before (France v Romania in March 2002), but Paris again? But in my quest to get as many caps under my bet as possible it was never going to be a game I was going to miss. I have always publically stated how I hate Paris. A year of working in the city is enough to show the real Paris behind the tourist facade, and it not beautiful, its not chic and its not cultured. It is full of rude people who have no idea of fashion or work ethics. So the temptation to spend more than an hour in the city was not appealing to me so I planned a very quick trip