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Last night I was sitting outside of a pub with my friends in Vieux Lyon and we were waiting for all the irishmen and scottsmen to leave so we could get a seat inside. They were all there for the soccer match that took place in Lyon last night. All of a sudden, we hear what sounds like 40 or so men yelling at the top of their lungs from down the road. Everyone outside just goes dead silent and looks in the direction that it's coming from. We were down a little road off of the main road so we couldn't see anything. Suddenly we hear this HUGE bang and then see 40 or 50 people running at full speed down the main street past us. Out of nowhere, we see these other men with batons (who were apparently plain-clothed cops) and they just start taking out the legs of random people in the crowd. This one man gets knocked down and as he's falling, rams his head into a parked car. Another woman gets trampled down. The crowd passed and immediately about 5 or 6 police cars pull up. So at this point, there were 3 or 4 people on the ground, 15 or 20 cops surrounding them or chasing the rest of the crowd, a woman laying on the sidewalk that no one had noticed yet, and about 5 drunken pub customers making their way down to watch. The man that ran into the car wasn't getting up and the woman had a bloody head. The ambulances were called, people were arrested, and pubs were closed.
It was insane. And all this over a semi-final game.
There's another game tonight but rest-assured, there will be cops SWARMING that area and most bars, restaurants, and pubs will be closed.
After all that last night, I hung out with some friends and we all went back to this guy's apartment who ended up being the owner of a really popular pub in Lyon where several of my friends work. He had this HUGE TV, about 1,000 DVDs, an iPod touch that wasn't even open yet (he says "Man...look what I got the other day. I don't even know what to do with it. Whatever." and throws the box down), shelves full of $200 whiskey, and an amazing kitchen where, at 4am, he cooks us mozzerella sticks and french fries in his deep frier, potato chips in the oven, meatballs, and the most amazing garlic bread I've ever had. This guy rules.
It was insane. And all this over a semi-final game.
There's another game tonight but rest-assured, there will be cops SWARMING that area and most bars, restaurants, and pubs will be closed.
After all that last night, I hung out with some friends and we all went back to this guy's apartment who ended up being the owner of a really popular pub in Lyon where several of my friends work. He had this HUGE TV, about 1,000 DVDs, an iPod touch that wasn't even open yet (he says "Man...look what I got the other day. I don't even know what to do with it. Whatever." and throws the box down), shelves full of $200 whiskey, and an amazing kitchen where, at 4am, he cooks us mozzerella sticks and french fries in his deep frier, potato chips in the oven, meatballs, and the most amazing garlic bread I've ever had. This guy rules.