
So, with a shiny new pair of boots that cost me $20 to get cleaned (I know, but I wanted to screw the business guy waiting by giving a ridiculous tip) I set off West, well south-west-ish etc. Couldn't believe who sat next to me on the flight to Dallas - son of JR Ewing with a massive ten gallon hat. He was drinking cheap beer - I left him alone. Dallas to Albuquerque put me next to a really old lady with a wrinkly face like those fighting dogs with a need of plastic surgery. She was nice though. The lady the other side had a daughter who plays at around 6,500 feet above sea level. Blimey - I bet she is faster than Theo Walcott at sea level. Canvey bound for that lass.
OK - what is the point of all this? Well, it struck me as a decent idea to pull another 'daily blog stunt' and talk about the following:
a) How the camp goes and follow the fortunes of these young superstars
b) Pitch a little coaching ideas in there
c) A commentary on the differences between here, Indy and London (with respect to soccer)
d) Anything embarrassing I do while in town.
So far so good - knackered but excited to meet Matt Gordon and Chris Brennan - who is a Liverpool fan - strange as I keep meeting them (and that's the only decent win in the league the Hammers had this season past).
OK - so who is the ex-Arsenal player?
Bloody Patrick Veira.
Never saw that one coming....
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