There’s really not that much interesting to say about the journey from Manchester to Recife, apart from the laughable thought of a 6’10″ Dave being able to squeeze into a regular seat.
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Picture the almost bemused look on my face as I stood with the phone to my ear, on the blower to Dave Keeley as he casually poses the question to me in his lovely Rotherham tones.

“Hey up Jay, do you fancy a fight in Brazil?”
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