Upton Park, East London
West Ham Utd. 1 Bolton Wanderers 3
This one hurt and prodded fingers to point in various directions along the lines of Sack Avram Grant; West Ham Already with One Foot in Championship, etc. Bolton, a very unfashionable team with little footballing flair, to have an annoying habit of beating up at Upton Park, mainly because of one Kieron Davies, who is half bully, half great goal scorer. Our goal was a penalty, so we still have not scored a regular goal. I did not care—well, I did—as I was in Colombia, walking through the Tayrona National Park on the Caribbean coast, walking down slightly muddy paths on the way to gorgeous beaches that take two hours to reach—tarantulas, hummingbird, gigantic centipedes—only to get caught in a torrential rainforest downpour that had those same paths turn into raging torrents up to our waists. All fun. I love Colombia; I was essentially following the journey of Nobel Laureate novelist Gabriel García Márquez and stayed in the delightfully ramshackle town of Barranquilla.
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