Load of them sat near me in West stand block H. Probably about 40 of them.
Don't I know it. All of them ordered the same f***ing thing at half time - one at a time - in painful English, attempting to negotiate their transactions with a mixture of Euros, Pounds, Francs and cowrie shells. Took me fifteen minutes to get a pint, by which time most of the punters were ready to start killing the staff.
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