We got out of jail at Eastlands yesterday, I don’t think there’s anything wrong in saying that. I’m not talking about getting a free pass, where the front gate is left wide open and the warden carries your bag out to a waiting limo where Pamela Anderson (or if it floats your boat more, Fernando Torres) is waiting for you in the back seat wearing nothing but a cheeky smile. No, what we did at City was more akin to Tim Robbins in the Shawshank Redemption. Yes we got out of jail, but we had to fight and scrap for every inch as we did so.
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