I go all over England, seeing the games, meeting the people, checking out the towns, looking for … something. Sure, I’m adding clubs to my list, researching places for my…
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I realize this is an English soccer blog, and I realize — especially because my trip there was sandwiched between games at Luton Town and Oldham Athletic — that Barcelona…
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Among the great traditions of my English soccer trips is meeting friends of friends on arrival in London. My first night in London, mostly to stay awake, but also to…
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I’m starting to really miss hitting customs in the UK. The new kiosks are screwing everything up — yeah, and making life simpler and smoother. Whatever. Other than the excitement…
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For the first time in my life, I got to board an international flight — and turn left. At some point I think that’s really what it’s all about, that…
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As I get a little better at these football trips, I find myself getting into the groove with UK transit. For example, second morning of this trip, it’s off to Birmingham…
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Re-posting this from one of my first English soccer trips, back in January 2014: I have a friend who refers to her higher power, or god, as “perfect timing.” You…
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A re-post from 2015 … What is it like when your team wins the championship? Beyond description, really — but that didn’t deter me from writing this here diary of…
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Friendly little Bolton is like many medium-sized English cities I’ve been to on my soccer tours. Imagine a college town like Eugene, Oregon, but with an industrial past and an…
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Here is one reason I dream of living in London. I was sitting here recently, planing my next English soccer research trip — which already puts me into what I…
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