In September 2002 I rocked up in Bratislava with a couple of bags and just enough cash to last until my first paycheck. And so unfolded one of the great years of my life…
‘‘I’m cold’’ grumbled Sladjana, drawing on her cigarette. ‘‘Why is this place empty? Shouldn’t there be people here?’’
‘‘You get more of a crowd down at my local team back home’’ added Irish Mike, as yet another misplaced pass dribbled out of play. ‘‘Fucking dreadful!’’ muttered Ben.