Still 90 minutes till the late kick-off at the Etihad; the weather in Manchester had improved since I’d arrived (funny that) as I left the Lass O’ Gowrie for student-land. There are approximately 37,577 different routes to take to get to the Etihad, and I chose the one that went past the famous Vimto statue.… Continue reading “We never win at home and we never win away…”
Tag: Manchester
WONDER IN MANCHESTER, WOE AT THE WANDERERS
Blimey. A post on last night’s mini adventure. I’m not used to be up-to-date. After a trip to the dentist in Sheffield (I’d swallowed a crown, very costly) I scooted over the Snake Pass to Manchester for a hair cut. I once met a Hi Fi dealer in Wilmslow who’d driven to Birmingham just to… Continue reading WONDER IN MANCHESTER, WOE AT THE WANDERERS
PIE & PINT & THREE (3) POINTS
Right there. That’s my next avatar. Perhaps I’ve used it already. But which pub am I passing, Dave ? THAT is the question. Here’s another clue; Two pints before a game is never a good idea, I detest those people who go to the loo during a match, so I head for the Etihad, only… Continue reading PIE & PINT & THREE (3) POINTS
THE EARLY KICK-OFF
Greetings from Southampton Airport Premier Inn, where I’ve put my foot down and SHAN’T go down to reception and ask for more coffee and milk for the 5th time on this trip. A week ago Mrs RM was sleeping off a Jaipur-induced hangover so I made the 9:20 trip to Manchester alone, promising her a… Continue reading THE EARLY KICK-OFF
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.
SALUTE THE SALUTATION
Sunday saw an epic fail in my attempt to tick the Salutation in Manchester studentville, but 3 days later I got another chance to make some inroads into Manchester GBG-land. After an 11am haircut from Matt, and an admiring glance at the never-ending developments in the southern heart of the city, I stood patiently outside… Continue reading SALUTE THE SALUTATION
IN WHICH MY YOUNGER SON MAKES THE RIGHT PUB DECISION
I’ve really enjoyed the Marble Arch over the years, and it seems Matthew has as well since moving to Manchester as he suggested it for our pre-match catch up. What good taste he has. One of these says we’ll do the Glamorous. Has anyone been ? Is there Squid? It’s hard to appreciate the Marble… Continue reading IN WHICH MY YOUNGER SON MAKES THE RIGHT PUB DECISION
A SEARCH FOR A PRE-MATCH PINT
While Blackpool Jane, Lee and Karen saw their team snatch a 1-0 at Bramall Lane, I was back in Manchester watching City have a now almost customary capitulation to Crystal Palace. The team looked as knackered as I felt, having got up early to catch the 09:12 from Sheffield after finding the later trains west… Continue reading A SEARCH FOR A PRE-MATCH PINT
Sorry, you’ve missed Aunty Ginger
The big question, is it Aunt or Auntie ? Which camp are you in ? Dick and Dave Southworth (other acceptable Americans are available) will be in torment today as they realise they’ve missed “Everyone’s Favourite Camp Auntie” due to my laziness in bringing this blog up to date. Into Greater Bolton. We arrived in… Continue reading Sorry, you’ve missed Aunty Ginger
BACK TO BEATNIKZ
Eagle-eyed readers (probably just Leon) will note I had a notional 24 minutes between trains at Manchester, though you can knock 5 minutes off that as people are so SLOW getting off the train and out of the station. Don’t they know there are pubs to be saved. Any sensible person would have popped in… Continue reading BACK TO BEATNIKZ
