A Footie-Adventure

or: An Evening with Sean Bean...
(...and Steve and Paul and Gareth and Natalie and a few others)

 

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Part Two

Renate:
After two or three looks judging the weather we unanimously decided to skip the big sightseeing tour through Sheffield. And, after all, we hadn’t come to Sheffield to see the town, and then also, there were our vouchers for the drinks in the hotel bar.

Relaxed we retreated to our hotel room two hours later. It was about time to start the preparations for the evening. Which meant, in my case, a nice long stay in the bathtub. Refreshed in body and soul I felt now strong enough for everything, that lays ahead. This was - of course - only the first half of the necessary preparations. Like everybody knows, women has to have then at least one to two hours - to make sure, that the natural, healthy face colour is firmly painted on - and where, to the heck, is my special, very special lip gloss?

After solving these essential challenges we now faced a real life threatening problem - What time is it in England? At this point, we were only sure about German Time, and that’s an hours difference - but in what direction? After looking around for a clock - in the hotel room or even outside - and not finding one, we switched on the TV. There, we learned about an important cultural difference regarding time information. When zapping through German channels, there is always a clock shown - and, usually, inbetween programmes or before news, you will get a short time information.

No, not so in England. We watched some - as we felt - awkward shows - we even caught some news-bits - but alas! No Time.

So, we decided after all, to follow our own instincts, which we had learned to trust over the years - adventurers, that we are.

And really, it was 6:30 h pm when we arrived at the entrance of the Platinum Suite - and much to our relief, we saw a few other people nicely dressed up and freezing there - just like us.

 

   
           

Left to right: Evi, Donna, Renate, Renate

Photo used with kind permission of Donna and Inigo

Evi:
It was bitterly cold and the winds were stormy. The security guy told us that there was a delay and we should wait over at the hotel. We decided to stay. My high heels aren't made for climbing hills (the hotel is on a small hill above the stadium). The door to the VIP Suite opened then for the ones with the VIP tickets - like us. It has direct access to the exclusive seats in the stadium. An opportunity we wouldn’t want to miss to check out.

There we met the 5 members of “The Mighty Bean” (a fan-site and forum about Sean Bean - have also a look at The Mighty Bean Site's photos and report about the Evening here) and Inigo, the Spanish husband of Donna. The 'other' Renate was very surprised to see us, we had bean absolutely quiet about our travel plans. The other guests were apparently not fans of Sean, but locals and supporters of SU.

 

 

           

Renate:
Leisurely, we strolled through the door into the stadium. It wasn’t completely dark, but had a few spotlights on the grass, a nice view for football romantics and not unwelcome for these Bavarians from the town with the two major football teams - Muenchen.

But since it hadn’t become warmer in the meantime, we decided pretty fast to return to our drinks inside. Back in our seats (near the entrance of the bar) by chance, I just looked at said entrance, when I suddenly became aware, that the man who just came in, had a somehow familiar face. The complete moment was like - oh, there is this guy, simply entering like everybody else - but he wears a mask of that famous face from the screen - with this well known characteristic, strong features - short dark blond hair, a stubble. A very well fitting dark suit, a white shirt, open at the neck. He and his entourage walked quietly through the standing people, nobody did react in any way especial, only one man padded him on the shoulder, and greated him. From that moment on, and only from that moment on, I believed, that Sean Bean would really be here :-)

 

           
   

Evi:
More people were arriving, and suddenly I saw a familiar face - Georgina, closely attached to Sean, whom I only saw then. They were with a small crowd, definitely all knowing each other. I somehow wasn’t surprised but pleased to see him. I did expect him to show up so I had my nerves prepared.

They were ushered out to the entry door to the stadium, a spot where minutes before we had bean standing. Sean was walking in our footsteps ...

After a while they came back in and were brought to the part of the restaurant around the corner, out of our view.

           

Renate:
Somehow, someone gave out photos of Herr Bean (as Sharpe - various motifs, as Jimmy Muir and as Boromir - the beautiful black and white photo) all done in an expensive passepartout - and with the role-name printed under it. I couldn't believe, that we would - just like that - get one of these photographs, but so it was. When I did go around said corner, just to look if they had more and different motifs of the photos - I saw, that Sean Bean, together with his wife and a young woman and a well nurtured guy in a red pullover, sat a one of the many empty tables there - perhaps five metres away. Someone was standing beside him and he signed the photo for the person. I decided, I would just unobtrusively stand there and watch a little bit - when one of the staff guys suddenly said to me, that I should go to Sean, and he would sign my photo - well, so I went...

And well, I had these 2 to 3 seconds, when I walked there, to think of something intelligent to say to him. Since this wasn’t really much time, and I confess I wasn’t completely mistress over my own being, I just stretched out my hand and he took it. So far so good. Since I was determinded to be the cool Bavarian all my concentration was on that, so - the only sentence I could think of was the simple truth: “Hallo, they said I could go to you and you would then sign this photo!” - Very cool and intelligent, I know! :-) - He nodded, asked for my name, and how to spell it, and signed my Boromir. Since this had worked out quite nicely, and standing beside Sean Bean and spelling my name and he writing it had given us both some confidence in the situation, I fished out the little booklet from the German Sharpe-DVD-box from my purse. This now, if nothing else, marked me clearly as a German. It’s possible, that nobody had told him, that a few Non-Brits would attend - and I was the first to prove it. After a moment of surprise, and after I told him, that I had been a little bit involved with the Sharpe-German-Box, he was nice enough to sign the cover.

Then, since I couldn't think of anything else to do (intelligent or not), I just said something like thank you, and he took my hand and then, suddenly, as if he became aware, that he should have talked a little bit more with me, he shook it very intensively, said something, like, a pleasure or nice to meet you, or so, or perhaps all, and I just nodded a little bit shyly, like, oh, no matter! and broke away :-)

   
           
   

Evi:
We were asked to line up with our out handed matted photos (I got one from one of the Indian Sharpe movies, that I haven't watched). Renate was one of the first ones in line, so even if I had my camera ready I couldn't have taken photos of her with Sean.

Renate was on her way back to her observation point, when I caught her and asked her if she would join me to protect me from harm. Strangely, she agreed. :-)

I was behind the 'other' Renate, who then squeezed Sean, and kissed him.

           

Renate:
I was standing there with Evi in line, talking to her, when I suddenly and unexpectedly I heard my name - said in that “Voice”. I nearly answered, but realised in the last moment, that Sean had talked to my namesake...

   
           

Photos used with kind permission of Donna and Inigo

Evi:
Then it was my turn. Sean asked my name, "Oh what a lovely name." What else can he say, having named one of his daughters likewise? I said something in the vain that I had already met him during Macbeth, and that I had so much liked it. He really lightened up on hearing that. I said, that I liked to kiss him, but my lipstick would wear out on him and that his wife might not like that. He looked over to her, laughed and answered, "Yes, that colour wouldn't suit her." I thanked him and moved away. Not too far, just to have a good look at him from a distance.
OMG, did he look gorgeous that close, and that voice, and these eyes - I once again was center of the universe!

We then were asked to move downstairs to the Platinum Suite for dinner...

 

           

 

 

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