PSG ARE IN TOWN. I’M IN SWINTON.

I stayed in Manchester (well, Eccles) on Wednesday night, the night that Messi, Neymar and Mbappé came to town. But I didn’t watch City put the moneybags French in their place, instead letting Matt and James have the two tickets my season ticket allows me. I’ve seen Messi three times anyway, and I’d rather have… Continue reading PSG ARE IN TOWN. I’M IN SWINTON.

STILL NO REAL ALE AT THE ETIHAD

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… Continue reading STILL NO REAL ALE AT THE ETIHAD

CASK IN ANCOATS, CACK AT THE ETIHAD

Am I allowed to use the word “cack” ?  My mum says cack-handed, so must be OK. Into Manchester, having narrowly avoided being lynched for missing the second “k” out of Kirkby Lonsdale (thanks Russ). Or more properly, into Salford, where I was spending a night in romantic Weaste. Never been before, a semi-mythical place… Continue reading CASK IN ANCOATS, CACK AT THE ETIHAD

DISSECTING STOCKPORT v HARROGATE IN THE ARMOURY

Two for the price of one here. You can use the Armoury before your trip to see 10-Man City (our new name) or the so-called “proper” football at Edgeley Park. The proper football last Saturday starts at 2 min 19 secs on this clip. I actually popped in just as County v Harrogate ended, which meant a) beer… Continue reading DISSECTING STOCKPORT v HARROGATE IN THE ARMOURY