It was all go at the Aerodrome yesterday. Sorry I couldn't report on here but the suit in the control tower swore me to secrecy. He'd had a meeting with the powers that be at City and every detail was on the hush.
Haaland flew in for his medical mid-morning and was immediately whisked off to Eccles Leisure Centre but not down the obvious route of Liverpool Road - the crafty bastards turned right down Peel Green Road and onto Barton Lane in order to give the chasing paparazzi the slip.
Luckily for me, I'd had a good breakfast of toasted crumpets, a couple of mugs of coffee and a slice of Soreen so when the jet landed, I was ready to go.
As Eccles went about it's business, little did the locals know that a superstar was in their midst. Young Erling had a go on the exercise bikes for 20 minutes or so and then had a run around the indoor hall. He must've impressed because I thought I heard Txiki "whoop-de-whoop"-ing at one point.
The big news is that this is imminent blues and I may be able to pack up the tent and head home after a marathon stay at Barton Aerodrome by the weekend.
I celebrated last night with a lamb bhuna, half chips/half rice, a brace of onion bhajis and a keema naan. I drank Heineken from the bottle throughout the setting of the sun and lost consciousness sometime between 11pm and the witching hour.
Keep a look out for updates but I believe we're closing in my blue brethren.
