“On Thursday evening, as I sat clad in shorts basking in the warm spring sunshine and savouring a tipple in the company of good people, I began to shuffle nervously as conversation quickly turned to the previous nights activities at the Santiago Bernabeu. The reason for my sudden anxiousness was not down to any strong affiliation with Real Madrid, nor was it down to any kind of discomfort brought about by the searing heat (18 degrees – I’m British), but rather because I knew exactly what was coming. To be more specific, I knew exactly what was coming from one particular corner of the table.”
Five in Midfield