Sometimes thoughts, sometimes words and quite often themes without connection. The best way to be a better writer is to practice and draft often. With that in mind, what’s my excuse?
Twenty-eight posts later…
The Beautiful Game.
Where do I begin? Half and half scarves. Following a player just for their win. Or Jack Grealish’s calves.
Alicante
Sitting in shorts, on Friday, watching City Elite Development Squad beat West Bromwich Albion 2-0 as the temperature dropped wasn’t my wisest decision. Micah Hamilton’s great strike following Kane Taylor’s opener concluded a good 2-0 win and a great week with 5 nights in Spain.
¡Hala Manchester!
The exterior lacks character and will no doubt reflect well under sunlight, but a metallic pebble broken by slats looks to me like a license to overheat. The dusty staircase, incomplete toilet and snack facilities, and decorations will no doubt look and feel better when complete. Until then, it’s a building site.
Barca Off.
Wandering the Gothic Quarter of Barcelona, some quiet and relaxing spots made me think about why many people love Barcelona and why quite a few people dislike the city. It’s almost like Marmite. You either love it or hate it? I didn’t dislike it, but I wouldn’t call again.
加油曼城! C’MON CITY!
Shenzhen Blues and Chinese Official Supporters Clubs of Manchester City. MCFC, OK.
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