Aye. I'd started working in London about a month previous, and had no leave to take as their year was about to end. Ended up having to take unpaid leave and explain to my boss that I was away to Athens for 48 hours to see a game we were 3-0 down in.
Athens was just generally a bit surreal. Being told we couldn't get the metro cause we'd get stabbed. Drinking in the square with Nicky Law's brothers who then ended up being a Motherwell player. The dozens of 'Well taxis out to the stadium passing beers from car to car. Almost falling out the window trying to climb onto the door. Running down the line of robocops at full-time trying to get high-fives. The Taxi driver reacting with genuine disdain for a boy who'd just been knocked off a moped in front of us and fucking his bike oot the way.
The whole thing felt like I'd been there for about 15 minutes.
Odense is the one I'm gutted I missed. I'd planned a route there which I shat out of, as it was like, Train, bus, flight, train, bus, train or something stupid. Ended up destroying my living room when Tom Hateley's free-kick went in, so maybe I'd have been better there.