I’d been looking forward to visiting the place right from day one in Bangalore. In fact, Harry and I had even made plans to go watch United’s FA Cup tie against Liverpool (it was our 3rd day here, and we had to join Juniper the very next day), but due to some miscommunication we couldn’t. Since then we’d been waiting for a match big enough that it warranted our spending money to watch it.
The day finally arrived. February 12, 2011: The Manchester Derby (Perhaps the most important derby of recent times, with a direct impact on the race for the title)! We’d marked our calendars long in advance, but with my foot broken and all (read this) I wasn’t sure that I’d be able to go. But as the event drew closer and its magnitude hit me, I decided that I would go, no matter what.
We reached the bar around an hour and a half before kickoff. There was a queue for entry, and most of the good tables were already taken. When we finally entered, a shiver of anticipation ran down my spine (and I was limping, of course. My leg was in a cast, remember?). The place was basically one huge room with cool names for every corner and ante-room, like “The Dugout” (That’s the only one I can remember :P). The walls were lined with cool United merchandise: jerseys, portraits, etc. The lighting was obviously the right shade of red. The main screen was huge. Like, HUGE. Unfortunately, the tables with the best views were already gone. We had two options: either we could sit in the dugout (outside the air-conditioned premises, with traffic noises, but a great view of the screen and pretty awesome seats), or on couches near the bar, where two smaller LCD screens were installed (comfortable seats, but we’d have crane our necks to watch the match properly). After much deliberation we chose the bar couches. We were soon joined by our companions for the evening (Ujjawal, his elder sister, and Pratik).
Highlights of old matches were being shown during the countdown to kickoff, and the crowd was getting excited. People were drinking beer, the atmosphere was quite festive. The ambiance started building up. I had a tremendous positive feeling that day. There was no way in hell United would lose! UNITED *clap, clap, clap*!
It only grew louder as the match kicked off, with the crowd applauding, cheering and jeering at just the right moments. I won’t bore you with too many details, but when Nani scored the opening goal the noise level went off the charts! It was brilliant! It was dark by this time too, and the feel of the place was beyond compare. Like nothing I’ve ever experienced before.
I’d ordered a wrap (called WAG’s Choice lol) and a beer. In the second half, Harry and I ordered a Red Devil each (the bar’s signature cocktail). The food and drinks were good, though kind of on the expensive side. Oh, and the waitresses were pretty awesome. According to Harry, they had a very high CQ, and HQ is directly proportional to CQ. (FYI, HQ = Hotness Quotient and CQ = Chinki Quotient. No offense intended!)
When City equalized and United started to look vulnerable, the despair among the fans was palpable. We tried to rally behind the team by shouting slogans (I doubt they could hear us though :P). Then Wayne Rooney equalized out of the blue with a tremendous overhead kick (he concedes that it was the best goal of his career), and it was like the roof of the place would be blown away. There are no words to express the feel in those moments. It was pure awesome. Uberawestimate. ROONEY, ROONEY, ROONEY!
And then United hung on to take the points. As soon as the final whistle was blown, the celebrations started. The speakers blared out “Glory, Glory Man United” and everyone was dancing around, high-fiving each other. Again, pure awesome! It was almost as if we were at Old Trafford, but of course I don't know (yet) how that feels.
A couple had tequila fireshots, poured directly into their mouths by Berbatov. I’m definitely trying that sometime!
A couple had tequila fireshots, poured directly into their mouths by Berbatov. I’m definitely trying that sometime!
I’m trying hard to imagine what would happen there if United lost a match. I hope I never have to find out :D.
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I'd fancy a guess if they lose: Get drunk in the despair. That's the thing about a bar,I suppose. Your drinking does not depend neither on the mood, nor the match. In your 'language', while(1) Drink=true.
ReplyDeleteI still can't believe I missed it.