true 21 November 2009
Manchester is looking truly lovely with all of the seasonal lights up – I am back to thinking it’s a foxy town now that I have my own place and feel a bit native.
Took a bus to Burnley today (great title for something: The Bus To Burnley…) to see Villa play the local team. We were fairly brutal in the first half and I wonder if I was the reason…basically myself and The Husband were passing by the ground as my team’s bus pulled up and in the rain (hood up and glasses steaming) I spoke in to Martin O’Neill, manager extraordeinaire – when I introduced myself from this small distance he was understandably terrified (something I realised in hindsight) and seemed to be checking me for a weapon but I THINK he understood that I was unarmed and perhaps even who I insisted I was by the time he fled into the ground…I did not deliver a win to the home side (as is my wont these day) so phew, and a draw was what we all left with. It was lashing rain the whole way through and I now feel hardcore and true to the Beautiful Game to have sat through it and not just a glory seeker who goes to the big games and leaves a little smug…
