Don’t think I’d ever jump through so many hoops than I did to get to Porto and back again, loved every minute, except that fukin team selection and the result
But going back to the Etihad, being made to feel like a disposable commodity, the whole match day experience ends the minute I will have to present my yet to be purchased fancy telephone, queuing for a shit overpriced top up its only the mates I go with and the lads I’ve met in L3 South Stand that keep me open to returning. Plus wrestling with 56 years of never even thinking about not going to a game… something just doesn’t feel right anymore.Having typed all that… get rid of the right player (s) and bring in who I consider the right buys who we all know are going to be available, and I’ll be in Curry’s or Tesco or wherever you buy these god dam confounding gadgets in a heart beat