Sunday 28 March 2010

Bournemouth vs. Lisbon

20th March. Maus Habitas Porto- Bournemouth vs. Lisbon

So this was our first away battle and the beautiful city of Porto played host to us. After an early drive to Stansted airport we arrived in Portugal very tired but itching to find our club and hotel, we dropped off the bags and made the short walk to Maus Habitas. After handing out a bunch of Casio watches, pens, banners, and tshirts to the Lisbon crew we were interviewed by a national newspaper.


**The Battle**

We got back to the club after an expensive meal and started what would later be our downfall- drinking vast amounts of Super Boc (good Portuguese beer!). Gaspar, Mr. Baker, and Merkage sat down and made the tactical decision to discard all previous sketches and start something completely different. Not necessarily a bad idea, but brave!

With a room packed full of blood thirsty locals, we made our way to the wall and slapped up the Secret Wars logo.




Things started looking real when this guy picked up the mic.



With the crowd hyped and introductions over, we got started.









After 90 minutes 6 exhausted artists put down their pens, a few picked up more Super Boc, but all eyes fell to the judges. Over on the Portuguese side was an oceanic scene of the Bournemouth 3 sat in a boat getting murked by a tentacle riddled sea monster, in front of stormy gates labeled 'Death Mouth'. We could only presume this was a dig at the name of our seaside hometown.



Over on our glorious side, shone the masterpiece of kings. What coincidentally fit very well next to their ocean imagery, was a series of characters drowning in a mass of Piri Piri sauce, lost in limbo stuck between a 'Nando's' sign (because Nando's originated from Portugal, we werent just hungry) and the directions to Lisboa (a witty attempt to point out we weren't actually in Lisbon).



Both judges gave their vote to the home team, claiming it to be a better use of space, and more graphically appealing. Whatevers yeah! It was down to the crowd vote for us to walk away with anything, and no surprises for guessing which team a club full of Portuguese voted for. Had my airhones made it through customs, things may well be different. It was a 3-0 defeat to Bournemouth, but drunk, dribbling, and content with producing a good bit of art we got down and partied like its going out of fashion.






















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