
Firstly, let me preface my preface by admitting I’m a blatant Brasilophile. What is there not to like the birds? Food? Footie? All world class and top notch by any standard and I’m all for it, bruv. My first time at the Emirates was oddly anticlimactic, dunno if I was expecting magnums to pop-pop off and Vieira and Henry to come sprinting back on Walt Frazier flavour but it seemed weirdly small and vacuous.
Sitting right behind the red, ribbed, condom-like tunnel my mate Mohammed and I were on the 50 yard line in the 20th row, absolutely pukka. Wearing my bastard, spamalot Gooner Brasilophile gear I wound up smack in the Ital section. All quite cool people though but being a friendly and a evenly matched crowd of 60,777( IT! TA! LY! chants versus CLAP,CLAP,CLAP,BRAAA-ZIL!) (more…)