Parallel Lines

Sunset o'clock. I boinged all the way down to the river after the final whistle blew at the Stadium Of Light, making it just in time to get a few captures of a fairly dramatic evening sky. It was almost worth getting eaten alive by the tens of thousands of bloodsucking insects buzzing around the place. For future dusk trips some kind of hermetically-sealed bubble may be in order.

I'm not going to worry about that here and now, though. Tonight we celebrate another hard-fought win, seven matches unbeaten, and whisper - as quietly as possible - that we may just be safe for this season.