Theatre of Dreams

 Oh yeah, I forgot to mention

I finally fulfilled a long-held dream some months ago..

Now, as every long-devoted, recently suffering Manchester United fan knows, the holy grail is to see Old Trafford at least once before you die.

Sometime, earlier this year, Chioma and I had some free time off and decided to spend it in Manchester. It was also her sister Ify’s birthday, so that gave us another reason to go over to those parts yonder.

We  booked our default Premier Inn rooms waay ahead of time and travelled to Manchester for the brief 3 day holiday. Of course I had to make the pilgrimage to Old Trafford.

Yaay.

 What can I say folks. I now understand why it’s almost like a religion to some. There’s this aura and feeling of seeing your home ground where you’ve been part of only on TV and seeing iconic monuments, photos and atmosphere. Bruh. Its second to nothing.

Now, I’m not a ‘fanatical’ fan like some people I know (and even though we were unable to get tickets to get into the stadium...terrible I know😖😣😥) but honestly, the whole experience was thrilling. There were fans from all over the world, police everywhere, all the paraphernalia of match day and the incomparable feeling of being at that sacred ground.

 Only of course for my stupid team to lose to Arsenal and rain to make a mockery of the stadium grounds on the day.

Anyway.. I’ve been to the theatre of dreams and nothing ever changes that.