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Just spent the weekend in Poznan Poland and after a great meal in the town square with Polish friends returned to our hotel. As luck would have it the bar was closed when we got back - and we fancied a last beer so asked reception and they pointed me in the direction of the petrol station - 100m down the road. Got there and it was closed - two guys inside stocking shelves so knocked on door - they gave me the closed sign but did my best to look desperate. Eventually older guy opens door - I said do you speak English - he shakes his head and gestures closed. So I pull the trump card, point at myself say Swansea Wales Fabianski - he breaks into a big bloody toothless grin laughs and says Lukas ! Needless to say got the beers ! How far have we come as a club eh?