In the days before the Americans started complaining that this posts weren’t long enough, I could get away with 200 word commentary pieces, like this one on beer at the Etihad.
65 views over nearly six years, that’s a Chris Tavare of a post, that is.
Nothing has changed since then; it’s still Amstel (in a paper cup !) or Dark Fruits, which isn’t enough to get me to a European night early.
Matthew came with me (a 3rd time in a row) for the Red Bull Leipzig game. £25 to see the Champions of England and marvel at the determination of 60-odd Leipzig fans to deal with Covid bureacracy.
“They’ve got Seven Bro7thers craft cans in the fridge” said Matt*. I didn’t believe him, and they certainly weren’t listed, but here it is, straight outta Salford.
It was pretty good, even out of cardboard, and I guess since craft lasts forever it’s a better bet than a barrel of Blackjack. But yesterday I visited the Chesterfield ground, which has a hand pump set up to dispense Brampton beer before the men’s games, so don’t tell me cask is impossible.
Anyway, it was a gorgeous night.
Shame I had to leave on 75 minutes to get back to Sheffield before 1.43am and missed the 9th goal of the night.
*Obviously he didn’t literally say “Bro7thers” with a 7, that would be weird.