The best moments in life are often spontaneous. Some of my most memorable nights out as a lad were when we had no a real plan and just went with the flow and ended up getting into all sort of mischief. My most exhilarating days travelling were when I met new people and jumped on their bandwagon.
A similar spontaneous event happened back in November 2012 when I went to my first Sevilla v Betis derby.
“Nando’s coming up early for his birthday today,” my wife said, referring to my cuñao – a much better word than brother-in-law. He lives down in Malaga and has a habit of changing his plans at the last minute.
“Really? But it’s Derby Day.”
“Yeah, I think he wants to go and watch them training this morning.” I looked at my watch, it was 10.30.
I was showered and ready within fifteen minutes, eager to get to the stadium and soak up some atmosphere before kick-off at 9 p.m. I’d only ever been inside Ramon Sanchez-Pizjuan once before: to watch England get completely outplayed by Spain in a friendly where we lost 2 nil. Continue reading “Derbies in Spain are Insane”