Just seen the pictures of the CC Tavern lads in Holland proudly wearing their Boro shirts.
This got me thinking of an idea for the forum in future called 'Where in the World' .
Wherever you go in the World, or UK, holiday, business, or whatever, send back a pic of you in the shirt, and lets see where the furthest/wackiest places they appear (within the legalities of that Country of course).
Unfortunately I cannot prove this to you by a photo, but in my working days, back in the nineties I once played footie with some of my Brazilian colleagues on a makeshift pitch which ran close by the amazon river deep in the amazon rain forest. Knowing one of my colleagues collected football shirts I gave him a Boro shirt. He didn't play with it on but he seemed pleased to have the shirt...........................I also remember during one of these many trips to flying back from the the mill to Belem in the North of Brazil, getting the same day a connecting flight to Rio and that same evening flying back to the UK arriving early Saturday morning and then watching the Boro play that afternoon.............. happy days!
I can't compete with backwoods Brazil, but can honestly say the 3:10pm flight out of Sydney on a Friday afternoon was perfect timing to watch us play at home on more than one occasion! It was work-related travel: two weeks here, two weeks in Sydney for 8 weeks. There were more infrequent trips Down Under too. They were daft times! I ended up being welcomed as a local in my favourite pub in Sydney! Which is here, for anyone interested: www.hartspub.com.au/ - a traditional UK-style city pub in The Rocks, the historic part of the city close to the south end of the Harbour Bridge.
My longest journey to an away match (Halesowen) started in Joburg. Got back to Heathrow very early on Saturday, got home and, due to a sleepless night, didn't trust myself to drive, so took the trains to somewhere near Halesowen and then cabbed it. I got there early, hit the bar and saw our captain in there sinking several pints. I thought he must be injured, so imagine my surprise when I emerged from the bar to find out he was starting! He played well too.