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Luxemburg Tournament 29th May 2004

And so it started. Saturday May 29th will go down in the annals of history as the day Copenhagen arrived on the European scene and true we came, we saw, didn’t conquer too much (disappointingly so for some of the single lads after a lot of pre match hype) we are firmly on the GAA map. 

The whole thing started on Thursday night when the airline rang to say our flight on Friday morning was cancelled as ’the plane is broken’ and we would be leaving Friday afternoon. After a frantic search for contact details for all the boys, messages left, it was all sorted in time to go for a pint and Keano’s comeback.  

So Friday afternoon arrives, it’s a beautiful sunny day in Germany, everything going swimmingly when the first major (and potentially critical) obstacle to the progress of football in the cold north. How do we get the car out of the airport car park? After 10 minutes driving around with some of the finest business minds in Copenhagen cursing, shouting, blowing the horn, more reversing, one inspired individual (smartarse) pointed out that a ticket may be required. We’re off. After a 4 hour drive, traffic jam, road works, some dodgy German cafe food and dodgier navigation we arrive in Luxemburg. A quick stop in the hotel bar to discuss tactics for the next day and it’s decided that we need to go for a walk to stretch the legs. A few more refreshments and now it’s back to the hotel for a good night’s kip. Bumping into a few female natives on the way back. Perhaps it was the long trip, beer, unusual accents, just wanted to touch the pretty girl’s hair, but one of the smoothest chat up lines was uttered. Fortunately for female safety the world over, the UN have passed a resolution that it may never be spoken aloud again. 

Saturday, big match day. Down to the breakfast room for a high fibre fuel injection. You can feel the tension, some boys talking loudly, some giggling nervously, some just stuffing their face as it’s the first bit of food they have had in years. Time to go to the pitch. Nobody fully appreciated the pressure the management team was under in the unforgiving business of sport until one breakfast reappeared suddenly in the car park. You could hear the dead man walking speech being prepared for the media. A few carefully placed leaves later we were on the road. After a few detours, scenic trips, u-turns we arrived at a fine sports complex outside Luxemburg. The fact that it was where we should have been was an added bonus. After registering and signing our lives away we were given the fixture list. We had been drawn into the group of 6 with two seasoned teams up first in The Hague and Paris.

 

The Hague 0-5 Copenhagen 0-0

Out stretching in the sun trying to see who these Hague boys were when a group all dressed in black trying to look intimidating (they did a good job) marched on to the pitch. ’Jasus der big’ was muttered all through the ranks so we had to ask some of our more ample players to pull in the bellies as they were scaring children. The game was played on the dustbowl, a pitch that hadn’t seen water, but not to worry, the amount of sweat coming off the boys after the warm up was in danger of flooding the place. The game started at a frantic pace with strong tackles and plenty of fancy play. The Hague showed their experience and was calmer in front of goal while CPH were a touch excitable. One aspect which we got into our stride straight away was in whinging. A discussion was loudly on, what constitutes a forward moving, the difference between a long ball and an aimless thump out over the sideline and various other interesting topics. At half time we were down 0-4 to 0-0 but not too annoyed. Tighten up was the general consensus and calm down when on the ball. Tighten up we did but we still panicked a bit while in possession. After an eventful second half where chances were missed we ended our first venture with a defeat.

 

Paris Gaels 4-1 Copenhagen 0-4

Ah Paris in springtime – lovely unless yer chasing after some lad that is younger and fitter. Our next game started with a problem, both teams wear blue, what to do. Luckily we had brought two sets of jerseys which brought out a chorus of flash northern b******s with their 2 sets of jerseys from the other participants. The game again started lively with Paris gaining the upper hand early and building a 2-1 to 0-0 half time lead. One and a half games gone and no score...... something had to change. And change it did with Becks stepping up and firing over the first score ever for Copenhagen in Europe. A new lease of life and new confidence surged through the team, three more points followed quickly and there was only a goal in it. Unfortunately the ground rushed up to meet us in the shape of two goals in 30 seconds for Paris and the game was up. However we had a new confidence, if we can avoid leaking goals that is.

 

Liberty Lads 0-3 Copenhagen 0-3

The one that definitely got away. The Liberty Lads are long time participants of the Luxemburg tournament and one of their stars who was unable to attend had in fact imparted valuable knowledge to CPH on many a night in training. Thankfully Peter was elsewhere. The game was open with plenty of scoring chances unfortunately for CPH they fell to some of the boys who haven’t had a scoring chance since they discovered Ritz was taken off the market. At half time we trailed 0-2 to 0-1 but the confidence was there. Two quick points at the start of the second half and we lead a game, again an historical moment. Again a host of missed chances left us exposed to a late equaliser for the Liberty Lads and that was that......... but our first point was achieved 

At this stage injuries and our small panel were causing concern. A few muscle strains and with our sharp fast moving full forward line complaining of sun burn we were struggling to field a team. It was at this stage we negotiated a feeder agreement with Barcelona and a big thank you to the Catalans. 

Guernsey / Rennes 3-2 Copenhagen 1-3

After a lunch break and a bit of ladies football it was dragging the aching bodies back on the pitch against a combination of the clubs from Guernsey and Rennes. The fact that they had so many French lads playing was impressive and the way forward for GAA in Europe. Back on the pitch the leaking of goals caused more anguish and once again we found ourselves playing catch up. Due to a combination of fatigue, sun stoke and pain the half time score is gone from memory. The second half will again stand in history for another momentous moment in the history of CPH football with the first ever goal for the club. Some fantastic running and intricate passing in a three man move resulted in a unstoppable shot to the net. Thanks to Barcelona Gaels for providing the three players in question...............

 

Luxemburg B 2-2 Copenhagen 0-1

And so to the last game of the day. Tired, sore and thirsty we collected together the remnants and strode manfully on to the pitch. The match was of more significance to Luxemburg as a big win would see them through to the semi finals at the expense of the poor lads from The Hague. With that we decided to sod it all and threw our bloodied bodies into a damage limitation exercise. In the end Paris and The Hague advanced to the semi finals.

Luxemburg A went on to win the final but by this time we had retreated to the safety of our hotel for some much needed liquid nourishment.  

And so to the evening activities. A massive slab of lasagne to get the energy levels back followed by the after show party in The Black Stuff pub, which was jammed to the rafters. It was nice to see that all the bad moves hadn’t been left on the pitch and apart from the quiet dark horse moving deftly through the crowd (you know who you are) no European fixtures were arranged.  

After a hard days football and a few pints the only way to relax and get the body back in shape is the old Soviet trick of ’acqua snoozing’ followed by an extended period of chanting about being ’down in a minute’. This appears to be good for the spirit as the rainbow of colour that appeared the next morning was truly a man at one with his inner fashion tragedy. 

All that was left was the trip back to the airport. Heavily influenced by the Grand Prix being held in the Nuremburg it was decided to abandon all navigation and stay on the autobahn for as long as possible to test the cars. A few missed exists later we finally arrived at the airport and back to reality. 

A big thanks to Luxemburg for organising an excellent tournament and hopefully this is just the beginning for Copenhagen GAA.