Played in a Competition promoting Rugby League in Holland in the 80`s, there were
teams from Holland,Germany,France & Britain competing.The night before the comp, we were confined to the Hotel under a strict "no drinking" order by our coach, needless to say after dark it was like escape from Alkatraz, first out of the hotel window en-route to the bars in Papendrecht, was one of our other coaches Roy Campbell, (older Wire fans might remember him), me and a couple other players tagged along with him till guilt took over, (and the ale) and we returned to the hotel. Before going back to bed i ended up chatting to a young lady who had come along to watch the comp in the hotel bar. We ended up back in my room with a number of other players and their girlfriends, carrying on having a laugh/few drinks etc...Dont ask me how, (cant remember), but in the early hours it all erupted in to a mass "shaving foam fight" and was all quite noisy and boisterous. Next there was a knock at the door, when i opened it, who was stood there but good auld Fred Lindop in nothing but a dirty pair of white "Y" fronts, string vest with a huge amount of cotton wool sticking out of each ear!! There was a second or two of complete silence from me, while i tried to take in what was in front of me, Fred Lindop dressed like Rab C Nesbit pleading for a bit of peace and quiet, then i did what many Wire fans of that era would`ve loved to do, hit him square in the face with a paper plate filled with shaving foam and shut the door.
We made it to the semi final and were favourites to win the comp..... Until we saw who the ref was for the semi and he fegkcin crucified us.....But christ it was worth it... Lol.
