Footy Chick

Today I had the rare pleasure of my wife accompanying me to the football, lured by the glitz and glamour of the Premier League (using borrowed season tickets) for the  game at the Etihad to see Manchester City (my home team and by association her adopted one) and Middlesbrough (her home town team and by proximity almost my adopted one); the day was bright but cold, we arrived early (early enough to have a browse in the club shop and bolster her credentials as a footy chick with the purchase of a City hat), enjoyed a decent game in which City’s dominance was cancelled out by late Boro equaliser, and broke the long journey home with an excellent fish and chip supper at the Wetherby Whaler – who says I don’t know how to show a girl a good time.