Thursday I woke up at 6:30am, pushed my snooze button, finally arose at 6:40am, had a quick shower, realized it was 6:50 and sprinted to the train station. Thankfully I am quick and the train didn’t leave early. Where was I going? Manchester. Old Trafford more precisely. There was 6 of us in total. Stuey started drinking there and then, a few of us had a snooze, and we arrived into Manchester around 9:30. It was freezing, thankfully I had a change of clothes, none of the others did they were all in shorts and t-shirts and frigid. After a feed of McDonalds we rocked up at the ground and got our seats. The West Indies were doing their fielding drills right in front of us so that was good to watch. England won the toss
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