The 2nd game of my Málaga season ticket adventure. A dull, drab game, but things off-the-pitch are certainly not dull and drab for Málaga - and not in a good way.
My first ever trip to the home of Málaga, La Rosaleda, and my first use of my Málaga season ticket. I fall in love with the ground, Keidi Bare and the Guiri Army and I'm told that Málaga will love me back too.
My first ever Málaga sees me head up to the beautiful village of Benahavis to watch them take on Melilla in a friendly.
The early front runner for my favourite bar in Málaga: Central Beers - a craft beer force in the city. May contain various references to Talking Heads' This Must Be Place.
Here's my first bit of advice to anyone visiting Almería: if you want a quiet day and not be noticed, do not wear a Feyenoord Rotterdam shirt out in the street. As I learned very quickly, you'll get approached repeatedly by middle-aged, Dutch women holidaying in the city and they will hassle you and on occasions... Continue Reading →
Cruzcampo is one of those generic Spanish lagers that you can find all over Andalucía. Actually, you will certainly find it outside Andalucía too, as it is apparently the best selling lager in the whole of España. Spanish beer had never been something I was too keen or interested in before and so I'd never... Continue Reading →
This blog is about my first 24 hours ever in 'Marbs' back in April 2019 and is very much my whistle stop tour of the place. Many of these places I'll undoubtedly revisit in my time living there and hopefully I'll write about in much more detail. Excuse the language for a second but… “Fucking... Continue Reading →
Suppose this post is a sort prologue to things to come. This was about my trip to Gibraltar and the Victoria Stadium back in April 2019 - 2 days before I had my new job in Marbella confirmed. Lincoln Red Imps v Gibraltar United Victoria Stadium / Gibraltar League / April 2019 Gibraltar is weird.... Continue Reading →
“It’s a really cool city this, but I’m not sure I could ever live here – or anywhere out in this part of the world actually.’ As me and my pal Gibbo zig-zagged through the narrow, labyrinthine streets and alleys of Seville, this was the statement that the day’s bucket load of cheap Cruzcampo made... Continue Reading →