Bombs and flowers

We continue to follow the Racing Club de Blackheath’s historic tours of a changing world with visits to Cuba and Lebanon as a new century dawns

Beirut welcomes the Racing Club de Blackheath (in my dreams)

I left my office, just off Leicester Square in London’s West End, just after the explosion. Sports bag on my shoulder, I headed to Heathrow to catch a flight to Lebanon.

‘I went to Beirut to escape the bombs,’ I’d joke later.

It was April 30, 1999, and the bomb was no joke. A neo-Nazi, British Na…