You only have to look at the Danish market for English football. On Fridays, the departures from Copenhagen Airport are full of groups of rather anonymous guys, drinking and speculating loudly about the weekend ahead.
On Sundays and Mondays the return flights are full with the same blokes, quieter, hungover and decked out with a fortune spent in the club shops of Anfield and Old Trafford.
Returning on the 11th of December, I couldnt help signing under my breath, "You chose the wrong team
You chose the wrong team.
It should have been Bournemouth.
You chose the wrong team."