We’ll Stink All Day

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We’re late to turn this adventure into a post, but our story of travelling away to watch our beloved Hull City AFC play a pre-season friendly away on the Sunshine Coast was too unorthodox to ignore it. The Brighton and Hove Albion reserves and La Segunda big club Málaga CF were the opponents on the same day in the Marbella Football Center, but last minute plans to travel down from Barcelona without taking time off work made it anything but a conventional away day…..

14:40 – close my laptop with a vague message to my manager about “got somewhere to be” and leave the office quickly.

15:37 – walk through the door of my flat and jump into the shower as quickly as possible knowing I won’t have another chance to do so for 2 full days….

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Guess Who’s Back

Hull city stickers
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It has been an odd couple years for us all, and we can surely agree that things are not fully back to normal yet even though they are getting there. Your FBTG editorial team is enjoying the degree to which markets and governmental mandates and initiatives are becoming more predictable, and international travel is becoming increasingly easy. And we celebrated this with our first home game in 3 years.

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Ultras Aufkleber of the Week – Recreativo de Huelva

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Many of the regional denonyms in use in modern Spanish are Latin in origin. If you are from Seville, you are hispalense. If you are from Badajoz, you are paciense. And if you are from Huelva, you are onubense. This was the inspiration behind the leading fan group of Spain’s oldest running Football club Recreativo de Huelvo “el Decano” – the Frente Onuba. This was seen in Seville, and while we cannot claim to be big fans, this Aufkleber design is a cracker.

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The Enemy Of My Enemy

Chornomorets Odessa pyro
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The tram jerked round the corner and the colossal Olympic Stadium burst into view – a facility purposefully developed for the 2012 UEFA European Championship that The Economist estimated had cost the Ukrainian taxpayer an astonishing $13 billion. We hopped off the Soviet era tram just as a faint blast tapped our ear drums. Shrugging it off, we walked towards the front gates as another faint explosion rippled the air around us. More unusual was the comprehensive security force flanking the entrances – half the national guard seemed to have descended onto the Ukrainian National Stadium for a routine league Football match on a Sunday evening.

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