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| After a
comftable nights sleep, Sunday was set to be a day of tire and toil. As
it was, the day was spent at the beach. McCarthy and Belton purchased a
small bed like device that was used to lie on and soak up the rays, each
one costing a measly €3 for the wholes day usage. This was a bargain.
However, McCarthy does have a habit of doing silly things when he is
away, and tiredness, sun, sand and a bed could only lead to disaster. As
it happened, the Minor Celebrity put sun cream on, but somehow forgot
his legs. He also missed large chunks of his torso, before falling
asleep for a good hour. Not realising he had forgotten the vital sun cream,
he continued to lie there, until Nick Blythe pointed out that McCarthy
was 'red as a lobster'. And it was true - his freckles and fair skin had
caused him the burn up like a meteorite entering the earths atmosphere.
From 11 till 3 he had been laying in the hot sun with no sun tan on his
legs. This was not the problem though. The way that McCarthy had been
laying meant that only half his legs were facing the sun - so only half
were red. This lead to much embarrassment, before a return to the hotel
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| The
beach featured many fine females, including the 2 in the center
of the picture, who had obviously heard McCarthy would be at the
beach today |
The
sand was particularly annoying, especially as it seemed to end
up in every available nock and cranny |
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| Adam
Belton looks forward to a day or relaxation |
McCarthy
enjoys the sun and the attention from all his fans |
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| Belton
is not happy when he eats his chocolate bar, which he rather
foolishly forgot would melt |
It
turned out to be a rather sticky mess - but delightfully tasty
at the same time |
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| After
returning to the beach, the evening was to be spent enjoying a visit to
the Mestalla Stadium, where
Valencia would be taking on Osasuna. Valencia had to win and hope
results went there way to secure a UEFA Cup spot. It was set out to be a
cracking evening, despite the pain that the burnt legs were giving
McCarthy. On arrival at the stadium, a stall outside was selling hats,
scarves and flags. One hat was found particularly interesting by
McCarthy - it was an orange jesters hat with the Valencia logo on. For a
bargain €12,
McCarthy purchased it, in order to appear as though he were a diehard
Valencia fan. Once inside the
ground, it was a fantastic experience. However, Spanish football is not
the fast paced equivalent that English football is. This meant it was,
at times, rather boring. In order to alleviate this boredom, we made
paper airplanes, and through them down towards the pitch. What followed
was, to say the least, bizarre
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| These
policemen do a fine job of keeping things in order on a match
day |
The
stadium viewed from the outside |
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| This
stall sold many items, including the hat that Scott McCarthy
purchased |
Here
is McCarthy, kitted out in several peoples Valencia merchandise,
appearing as a die hard fan |
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| The
group appear united as British hooligans behind the Valencia
flag |
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| Inside
the fantastic Mestalla Stadium |
This
stand was rather large |
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| The
main stand roof is home to a number of bats, and this is why the
Valencia badge features a bat |
This
stand behind the goal was similar to the one Scott McCarthy was
in |
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| McCarthy
stand as a proud Valencia die-hard within the Mestalla Stadium |
Excitement
grows, as the scoreboard springs into life |
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| Belton
and Martin Woods await the game in hand |
The
teams emerge into the arena |
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| The
Valencia players applaud their fans |
A
minutes silence is held, during which some rather queer music is
played |
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| Valencia
attack with a corner |
These
security guards informed us we would be ejected from the stadium
if any more paper airplanes were thrown from our vicinity |
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| Outrageously,
no Puka Pies were available inside the ground. Infact, there was
no hot food at all. McCarthy was forced into eating a Kinder
Bueno |
The
half time entertainment of a live band beat anything experience
during Crocs on Tour visits this season |
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| The
Mestalla is bathed in light |
The
Valencia fans show their support, which when translated reads
"Scott McCarthy is God" |
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| Osasuna
have a rare attack with a free kick |
The
bizarre events begin to occur, as this massive paper airplane is
thrown onto the pitch by some fans |
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| Valencia
take the lead |
The
scoreboard says it all |
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| More
paper airplanes appear. Could it be that our boredom has created
something here? |
Tempers
flare at the dugouts, as players clash |
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| Eventually,
one whole side of the stadium is joining in with airplane craze,
as the pitch becomes littered |
Valencia
secure the 1-0 win, but results don't go their way, as they miss
out on Europe |
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| The
players clap the fans after a long hard season |
Shirts
are thrown into the crowd due to this being the last game of the
season |
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| The
Mestalla is soon empty |
Look
what the British Hooligans have done. 3 harmless paper airplanes
from the group started off a craze, that saw this as the result |
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| A fine 1-0
win for Valencia was not enough to secure the European spot. We had to
hang around outside the stadium for a large amount of time after the
game, and this bought fears to McCarthys thought patterns that the
driver may have committed suicide, after he stalled the coach on the way
to the game. However, he did arrive, and we were whisked back to the
hotel. McCarthy was, by this point, in considerable pain, due to his stupid ness
in forgetting to put sun cream on his legs and certain areas of his
torso. But luckily teacher Steve Dunnill had the answer, in the form of
a bottle of After Sun. Burgess Hills Favourite Minor Celebrity was
dubious about the usage of this to start with, but decided to pour the
stuff on anyway. After all, it couldn't do much harm. Afterwards, the
toughness of the day saw McCarthy drift off to sleep, despite the lure
of Popeye in Spanish, as he rested in preparation for the first day of
football in the hot Spanish sun
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| Steve
Dunnill's After Sun, which proved to be a saving grace for
McCarthy due to his poor suncreaming skills |
This
redness was rather sore, and shows clearly the areas he forgot
to cover with cream |
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legs were the worse - look at the contrast on the left side
between the red and the white - a clear indication of how
McCarthy spent the day lying |
Not
even the lure of Popeye in Spanish could keep Burgess Hills
Favourite Minor Celebrity awake, ahead of tomorrows training |
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| SATURDAY
28/05/05 |
MONDAY
30/05/2005 |
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