whymustitellyouwhatidoinsep: Manchester, and the Theatre of Dreams!!

It has been quite some time since my two trips to Manchester but the feeling and raw emotion that explodes from within will never be forgotten. Instances like the moment you first set sights on the stadium, the moment you first turn back to see the players on the pitch, the momemnt you realize you are literally a stone's throw away from the players, the moment when you realize Sir Alex Ferguson is within a 500m radius of you, as well as the moments when the ball bulges in the opponents' net, unforgettable memories like these are countless. Little details like the guide's sense of pride, the megastore's countless products, the illegal vendors, all add to the grandeur and awe of the place. Boring 1-0 win, exciting 3-2 win, the Theatre of Dreams is indeed a place of great joy, and sorrow. R.I.P. Munich air disaster victims. Words cannot describe this life-changing place, and dearest friends who are Manchester United fans, glory glory Man United!!

Apart from the obvious lure of Old Trafford, Manchester is also a very nice city with the university within walking distance of the city centre and many places. Dining out in restaurants may spring surprises like discovering Nani ate there too! Or seeing a bunch of Man City fans claiming that there is only one team in Manchester. HAHA, I guess there are referring to that which is in the Europa League. Poor thing.

One incident of note happened during or second trip (if i remember correctly), after the Carling Cup game with Wolves, both Alan and I were wearing our Man Utd jerseys under our jackets and had bags with the Man Utd crest clearly printed on it. In short, we were obviously Man Utd fans and we walked into this chicken/kebab/pizza store with lots of pictures in it. As Alan was studying the menu, I saw all these black and white pictures of a football team in it. To my horror, I realized in one of the colour shots that it was sky blue and Manchester City was clearly on it! I immediately told Alan that we should switch stalls!

Sadly, these Europa League bastards affected my stadium tour of Old Trafford as their Polish opponents decided to give Old Trafford a look. This huge gang of them banged us around as we were taking our pictures and had the audacity to hang their lowly club's banner atop our home dugout. I guess lowlifes have the right to dream too.

In short, best city of UK by far, and I will definitely be back!!