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Abe Lincoln FC

8 Jun

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Abe Lincoln is a United fan [ok ok ok…FC United went a little crazy with their bar scarves in town, but YEAH LINCOLN FOR THE CAUSE. or something.]

Going to York next weekend, so i’m sure i will have some more important and more interesting content to share with the masses as i have been trying my best to stay under my rock and avoid the Parklife shitehawkery of the weekend.

xo

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Sir Matt Busby. Manchester, England, UK.

28 Sep

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Sir Matt Busby. Manchester, England, UK.

May Sir Matt watch over us forever and ever, amen.

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Sir Matt Busby, Old Trafford. Manchester, England, UK.

29 Jul

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Sir Matt Busby, Old Trafford. Manchester, UK, 2012.

Happiness will be going home to blue skies.

#MUFCinDC part 3 of 3

7 Aug

Manchester United v FC Barcelona : The Roadtrip
28 July 2011 – 31 July 2011
Washington DC

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The big day. I managed to get a decent night’s sleep and woke up relatively early. I made it to the Museum of American Art and the National Portrait Gallery after having coffee with some culés. Our tour guide, Kim, was hilarious. He was so passionate about his subjects that it made the hour tour fly by. I hung back and explored the rest of the museum until it was time to meet some friends for lunch. Unfortunately, I’m a crap planner and everything kind of fell apart. I wish some people would have told me that they were driving into Washington dc and I would have chosen something a little more central. Driving in DC is like driving in the city. You just don’t do it unless you have to. After everything had decidedly fallen apart, we split up and made our separate ways to the stadium. It was decidedly a fairly mild trip until we sorted out our cars. We, whether intentionally or not, ended up mostly segregating ourselves. My car was entirely Red save for two or three Barça fans [children not included, though they would still bring the count to less than ten]. If anyone remembers the scenes on the train in Moscow after the 2008 Champions League final, you would think that perhaps we were having a bit of déjà vu here. There were songs and chants and rousing renditions of Glory Glory Man United to which the Culés took it upon themselves to counter with El Cant de Barça and forgot the words [to their own club’s hymn] three lines in and gave up. Awkward silence. Crickets. The Reds kept singing. It was all rather glorious. Continue reading

#MUFCinDC part 2 of 3

7 Aug

Manchester United v FC Barcelona : The Roadtrip
28 July 2011 – 31 July 2011
Washington DC

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29.07.11

Friday. Jason so kindly walked me back to my hostel. We had breakfast and we split up a few hours later. He went back to his house to change and to have another kip before practise while I…had another kip and woke up just in time to have lunch and make my way to the practise. The ironic thing about walking to the stadium was knowing that I was going to meet up with more twitter people. What I didn’t know was that they were on my train. I saw what I thought was my friend Rahat walking up the sidewalk, and send him a text….i suppose that it was fortunate that he didn’t find me creepy (“Hey. You’re wearing a Berbatov home shirt. Turn around.” Could possibly be construed as creepy.) and we walked up to the stadium together. Mike and Jason were already there, as was Chris whom we had met the previous day. It definitely made the hour wait before practise go by quickly. Once inside, you could feel the excitement building. Eric Steele, our goal keeping coach had started setting up the keeper’s markers about twenty minutes after the gates opened. It may or may not be important to note that the stadium was partially full of Barcelona supporters there to heckle our squad. Perhaps it was rude, but the team didn’t seem phased by it. Continue reading

#MUFCinDC part 1 of 3

7 Aug

Manchester United v FC Barcelona : The Roadtrip
28 July 2011 – 31 July 2011
Washington DC

As with all roadtrips, I find it necessary to plan, plan, plan, and then plan again. Those plans will always get revised no matter what I do and no matter which schedule I try to stick to. That’s only normal, and I don’t know why I even bother to make plans. I do, though. It drives me crazier than it should and it probably wasn’t worth it in the end, but that’s what I do. I guess it makes me feel better about going into a new city more or less by myself.

That being said, Washington DC. What a lovely city. Our story starts, as is the norm, the night before I was to leave. Why is the night before significant? Manchester United versus the MLS All Stars, but more specifically, watching our David go head to head against his boyhood club. The mach, of course, didn’t even kick off until 20h, when I was supposed to be asleep. Of course not. My thoughts of “oh, I’m just going to watch the first half and then I’m going to go to bed.” were dashed to bits once the goals started flowing. First touch of the second half did me in, though, and there was no way I was going to turn it off and go to bed. It’s funny, though, watching the first goal, the one-two between Rooney and Berbatov to set up Anderson was flawless. It really looked like the MLS squad was waiting for Beckham to do all the work to deny Ando his goal. A word to the wise, one player does not a team make. Berbatov’s goal in the second half, of course, was beautiful. A bit of luck and a bit of skill, makes for a beautiful goal. Continue reading