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mcgillianaireAn hour ago I was chatting with my barber when these two guys stood outside the shop with a map in their hands while motioning vigorously. My barber thought the guys wanted to buy up his place, which made him feel extremely uneasy because he'd only recently bought the place himself to set up his new practice. We were both taking turns trying to figure out what on earth they were upto when they walked into the shop. The chap who spoke a smattering of English did the translation. (See subject). Long story short, a Spanish TV station is filming a programme on Cesc Fabregas, the Arsenal and Spanish football star, on Thursday afternoon sometime between 1-4pm. I doubt this is of any relevance to those who read this journal, but on the off chance you are interested and in the area with time to kill, bring a camera and your friends to Genotin Street, an alleyway just off London Road and Sydney Road in the heart of Enfield Town. (See map).
I found it fascinating how the two guys were concocting a scene just to prove the theme of the programme as to how Cesc had settled into his life in London. The two guys requested the barber for one of his customers to pretend to read a Spanish newspaper while Cesc walked down the alleyway. Too bad my barber hates football, but when he did ask about how much he would be given for the time and space, the translator only promised a signed international jersey. My barber was visibly disappointed but accepted the TV offer. Later he told me that the jersey had no value to him and that he'd just sell it on Ebay. I said I'd be glad to buy it off of him, especially if he were to get it for free! (This last bit reminded me of a promise one of my dad's friend made to me when he visited Oman during a sports medicine orthopaedic conference in 1996 - he had treated Martin Dahlin, a star of the Swedish class of 1994 that made it to the semifinals of the American Soccer World Cup. Despite several subsequent promises to get me his signed World Cup jersey, I still don't have anything to show for it. But thanks to this little episode in the barbershop, my memory has been jogged and I now remember that the Swedish fella works in Sheffield. Perhaps the fact we're in the same island will give him a chance to come good on his many promises).
Have a good evening! I'm off to watch Manchester United lead the way as England's Big Four show the rest of Europe simply why the English Premier League is on its way to Continental Invincibility. European football is the only time I ever want our archrivals to actually win (barring exceptional League matches during archrival match-ups) though truth be told, I spend the whole match cheering the opposition only hoping to read that the English team made its way to the next round in the news. Crazy, I know! COME ON YOU REDS (DEVILS)!!!
I found it fascinating how the two guys were concocting a scene just to prove the theme of the programme as to how Cesc had settled into his life in London. The two guys requested the barber for one of his customers to pretend to read a Spanish newspaper while Cesc walked down the alleyway. Too bad my barber hates football, but when he did ask about how much he would be given for the time and space, the translator only promised a signed international jersey. My barber was visibly disappointed but accepted the TV offer. Later he told me that the jersey had no value to him and that he'd just sell it on Ebay. I said I'd be glad to buy it off of him, especially if he were to get it for free! (This last bit reminded me of a promise one of my dad's friend made to me when he visited Oman during a sports medicine orthopaedic conference in 1996 - he had treated Martin Dahlin, a star of the Swedish class of 1994 that made it to the semifinals of the American Soccer World Cup. Despite several subsequent promises to get me his signed World Cup jersey, I still don't have anything to show for it. But thanks to this little episode in the barbershop, my memory has been jogged and I now remember that the Swedish fella works in Sheffield. Perhaps the fact we're in the same island will give him a chance to come good on his many promises).
Have a good evening! I'm off to watch Manchester United lead the way as England's Big Four show the rest of Europe simply why the English Premier League is on its way to Continental Invincibility. European football is the only time I ever want our archrivals to actually win (barring exceptional League matches during archrival match-ups) though truth be told, I spend the whole match cheering the opposition only hoping to read that the English team made its way to the next round in the news. Crazy, I know! COME ON YOU REDS (DEVILS)!!!
