Alright. We’re up and running. Or, in my case, I’m up and gimping around. A couple weeks ago I decided I wanted to lose more of this beer gut – carved out of solid rock via craft beer I might add – so strapped on my New Balance 993s and told my wife it was time to head to Battersea Park. I failed to mention the running part to her until we were actually there and started to run to which she said, “Oh, what are we doing?” Shock and awe, dudes. Shock and awe. She does 5k, 10ks, half marathons, triathlons and all that.
Digression. Anyway, we moved to London for my job and have been lucky enough to travel to quite a few places (best part has been tacking work trips on to vacation time = portion of ticket is paid ). I’ve managed to squeeze in 10 or so stadiums and about 7 games since a) I made the initial trek over here to say, “hello, I’m moving here, team” and b) we actually moved here.
Here we go! (will be updated as we trek through the continent)
Edinburgh, Scotland – kilts, William Wallace, Braveheart, scotch whiskey, fog, futbol & spa treatments at The Balmoral
Easily the most working class/blue collar stadium I’ve seen so far on Football Tourism 2014 has been at Hearts. Wow. I know they recently went through administration – and it shows – but damn. I felt like I was back in Alameda, CA walking in to the gym at Chipman Middle School, alma mater of World Series winner Dontrelle Willis.
London, England – Wembley Stadium, 2014 Skrill Premier Playoff, Punting, Pimms, Pusillanimous Gateshead, UK Ivy League vs State U
My wife’s cousin teaches up in Cambridge, so by extension I’m a lifelong U’s supporter. Come on, Stephen Hawking! This game brought the chance to go to the storied, a couple years, Wembley. Very nice stadium: modern, massive walkways, massive bar/eating area, comfortable and spacious seats. Very…American? Don’t worry, I’m not a super Patriot.
And video of the celebration of the second goal. Turns out when you’re in the concession area at half time, and the game restarts, you’re not clued in to this fact via a PA shoutout, so we missed the actual goal. Come on, Wembley.