The Summer of 2016

Nothing as exotic as some of the above, but my erstwhile friend pitched his caravan late afternoon at a site near the Dover ferry in readiness for a crack-of-dawn sailing for the Bruges match. We dined in the caravan then headed to a pub just down the road. Including mine host, there were just ten geezers in there, and we topped it up to fourteen. We had our City shirts on of course and you could have heard a pin drop as we marched in. Turns out they were all Arsenal fans, and to all intents and purposes it was as if we four had single-handedly stopped Spurs from winning the title. It wasn't exactly free drinks all night, but it was close enough.
 
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