There is something magical about a good away game. Be it a weekend in Scarborough, a curry in Forest Green, or just a road trip to Hereford, my footballing memory retains far more of the accompanying adventures than it does of the actual game. A home game is invariably routine. The same pub, the same faces, the same vantage point. But go to an away game, and all bets are off.
Not sure I'd go to many in Poland though.
*edit: just found another pic. Who's booking the coach? (both are worthy of clicking on for full glory)