"Get the fuck out of London, you dumb fucks. Get to Bruges"
I didn't even know where Bruges fucking was.
For a while I’ve been trying to persuade the crew that taking in a game on foreign shores would be a great excuse to get away, have a few beers and take in some strange football. Up until this summer though, they’d largely resisted due to understandably not wanting to miss any action with the U’s.
