Yes, I know Manchester never went away, but with the return of gigs and goals and gose (never had a gose in Manc but I should), the city is buzzing again. The run-down Victorian buildings never looked so good.
And Matt and Emma have moved even closer to Piccadilly, which means if I ever miss the last train back to Sheffield I can kip on the street outside his flat and he’ll pass a sleeping bag out to me.
City’s first home game of the season, and they were urging us to get there 2 hours early for half-price craft beer and street food.
2 hours is pushing it; we had an early lunch at Tariff & Dale (top photo) which had decent local cask, German lager and some wondrous pizza.
It’s great to see the lads and lasses back before the match.
I don’t think they’re Canaries, are they ?
Bad news, gourmands. The Golden Fish was closed. Where will I get my chips and curry fix ?
Oh yes (I’m making this stuff up by looking at the photos); Matt decided to join me at about 13:07. I thought he hated football but barbers need to chat about Ronaldo v Foden I guess. £30 for his ticket; pricing out the working classes again.
Don’t give up the day job, Matt. (joking, he’s done some modelling).
I was so emotional, I bought the programme. NO-ONE buys programmes in 2021.
No Covid restrictions YET, they’ll come in October, but the bag checks mean City’s top fan Pete the Badge got a thorough inspection at the gates.
We were promised edible coffee cups, which sounds like an indie band. No edible cups !
We were promised craft, but 7 Brothers only had a pop-up in the posh seats. Us plebs get Amstel in a paper cup.
But it was only £2.20 till 2pm, as an incentive to get us in the ground early, and you know what ? It was OK. My resignation from CAMRA is surely in the post.
And then, the football was back.
City kick off, the other team don’t touch the ball, City win 5-0, the Colin Bell Stand complain we don’t have a striker, I go on Blue Moon and whine about the lack of craft beer.
Life is back.