I'm finally back home after attending Reflex GT7 in Amsterdam last weekend and I'm almost recovered from the lack of food and sleep. If you've attended an event before you probably know what I'm talking about as the inevitable long hours and poor choice of food can really fuck you up for a few days after you get home. The known term for this is LAN flu. I gave my thoughts on day 1 of the event HERE so check that out if you haven't already as I'll be continuing from day 2 in this article. After we left the event at the end of day 1 (around 1:30am) me and Chris (Mellow) got a taxi with a load of Germans to the city centre where we looked for both food and beer, in that order. After annihilating a Chinese we moved on to a bar, eventually being kicked out at 3am and making our way back to our hotel. Taking pictures, even of myself Waking up about 11 we realised we were probably a little late but it didn't really matter as there wasn't any crucial games starting so we made our way slowly on to the tram, on to the train and to the train station. Instead of waiting around for 45 minutes this time we just called the taxi number and were pleasantly surprised to be picked up by the same driver as they day before. Arriving at the event it was as busy as ever and I immediately got to work taking more pictures, I think over the course of the weekend I took well over 600 photos and it got to the point where when I was dreaming about taking photos. I'm sure half the people there were unhappy at me snapping away however I didn't care, if people want this scene to grow then we need to improve the media coverage at events and pictures are the most basic and effective way to do that. My biggest fan, always asking me to take a picture of him. The day progressed nicely with plenty of good games going down. I managed to get both pictures and videos of some winning reactions. I also got some epic shit talk between Mythix and apeX, most notably between Prodigy and Riddlez who were playing the who's loudest game. A spot of genius happened during the grand final when Diablo finished off a 1 v 3, turned to apeX and shouted "This is Diablo, put down your weapons". The randomness, the French accent and the fact it wasn't at all serious made everyone fall to pieces, even apeX were laughing. While the final was going on everyone obviously knows what happened to Rel. I'm not going to take the blame but I am very glad that I decided to get a beer out of the machine instead of Coke for Chris, as it resulted in him buying more, which led to Rel's demise. I think a lot of people blew it out of proportion because it was only one mistake, plus for everyone there is was hilarious. What you didn't see on stream was his drunken conversations before or after it happened, nor did you see me threaten to floor him if he tried to go back upstairs again. His excuse at the time was that his jacket was hidden away in only a place he knew, thankfully a ref found his jacket when I asked to receive it. There's no fooling me Rel! Rel watching the final eagerly Once the final had ended, which actually turned out to be a rather epic one, I did a quick news post for placements and watched as the players received their cheques. After a few more pictures it was time to head back in the taxis. Arriving in Amsterdam we prayed for a McDonald's still to be open but despite our best efforts we arrived just a little too late as the gates were closing. It ended up being just me, Mellow and Tunny looking around the RLD for food when we stumbled upon a chicken shop that was closed but had people cleaning up. After negotiating what felt like a drug deal we managed to get 3 pieces of chicken legs each for €5, waiting around outside like we weren't waiting for food when we obviously were. Apparently the law in Amsterdam doesn't allow food to be served past 3am unless it's a Friday or Saturday.We parted ways with Tunny and made our way back to the hotel, the threat of salmonella in a bag and knowing we had around 2 hours before we had to get up was a depressing thought but knowing we'd had a pretty good weekend was a saving grace. We slept for two hours and then made our way to the airport in a taxi. The driver made it a memorable experience as he sang a beautiful rendition of John Legend - We Just Don't Care as he drove at 100mph weaving between different cars, randomly shouting out that he hated cyclists. His pinnacle was when we arrived at the airport when a woman with frizzy hair walked infront of the car and he proceeded to shout "Nice hair, twenty points!".After eating a McDonalds in the airport we boarded our flight to Manchester and looked down at the city of Amsterdam, knowing that we'd be back to do it all again in three weeks for BoA. Hopefully you enjoyed our coverage over the weekend and make sure you look out for Good LAN/BAD Lan being posted up in the next few days. Bye for now. See you in three weeks! Check out the Decerto Gallery from the weekend HERE and the coverage thread from the weekendHERE.