We travelled 90km north to the normally refined city of Valencia to find that it had been put under siege by an invading army of scotsmen, here (like us) to watch Rangers - Glasgow's bastion of unionism and protestantism - take on Valencia in the Champions League. They gathered in the morning in the Plaza de la Reina at a place known as Finnegan's Bar, hung up their union jacks and sang "God Save the Queen" and "No Surrender to the IRA" at regular intervals, while consuming a month's worth of beer in the sunshine. What they said about the Pope in their thick Glaswegian accents was difficult to comprehend, but in any event is probably best not repeated.
We lost them for a while as we went for a civilised lunch in the old town and strolled through the royal gardens but some of them had even made it up to the top of the cathedral bell tower where we watched the sun set. Fortunately I do not have photgraphic evidence of the blue-clad horde but am pleased to say that their attempted take-over was short-lived and they departed with their team having taken a good 3-0 hiding from our local favourites. So we left Mestalla stadium happy but with me under strict instructions not to make any wisecracks at the visitors, which I just about resisted!
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