After breakfast on Saturday afternoon we jumped into our car and drove to Manchester. The purpose of the trip was to see the football match between Manchester United and Liverpool. The rivalry between the clubs is intense and largely unrivaled in the world of football. I have only once had the joy of going to a match between the two teams, one which United won 1-0 at Old Trafford which I attended with the Icelandic supporters club in the early nineties. It had not been easy to get tickets to the match, but we succeeded through the second ballot through United’s supporters club.
We arrived around four o’clock in Manchester and took a two our stroll around downtown Manchester, the autumn is arriving in North England and it was extremely refreshing to walk around the downtown area. Manchester is one of those cities with a nice downtown area and population which is completely unlike anything else I have seen. People of all ethnicity, status, color, age, style live in and around the city and it’s amazing just to take this in. In the evening we had dinner at Rosso, Rio’s Ferdinard new restaurant and to say the least, we were fairly disappointed despite fairly good first impression with the place. The restaurant is close to Manchester’s Chinatown and is absolutely stunning as it is set in an old bank with heigh ceiling and impressive decor. But the food was nothing as expected … We spent the evening in the Printworks doing couple of bar rounds 😉
The day after it was time for the big match, and what a match it was. We arrived early after having a breakfast in the city. The pitch was absolutely soaking wet and it continued to rain through the match. I must say that I have been to quite a few football matches in my life, but this one beat them all. United drew the first blood with Berbatov heading in a goal after a corner kick. The goal came after a first half where United had kept Liverpool under constant pressure. Ferguson said after the game that he had thought United would hit at least 10 😉 The second goal of the match was beautiful with Berbatov having a rare second with an overhead kick! Old Trafford was going absolutely crazy. Twenty minutes later the score was even, 2-2 with Gerrard taking two goals through a penalty and a free kick. Things were getting extremely tense, Charlotte had gone through her new nails and was completely white in the face when 7 minutes from time, Berbatov completed his hat-trick. Old Trafford went absolutely ballistic and will never ever forget Berbatov after this afternoon. I am sure we will soon hear his own chant in the next few matches. His goalscoring is off to a brilliant start this season with 6 goals in 5 matches, which is 25% of his total Premiership tally last season.
Tonight around 11, we arrived at home after the 4 hour drive home after a wonderful city trip and I cannot wait to return soon to the Theatre of Dreams 😉