Dear Diary,
I'm not quite sure what happened when I stepped off the plane. I grabbed my luggage and ran for the closest stadium. My Australian accent must be stronger than I thought, I asked strangers for directions on the street and they just stared blankly at me, some of them ferrying their kids away, running from me after a word.
Eventually I made it to the stadium, seeing the fans draped in red, though the Forest they were known for seemed to be replaced by an animal of some sort?
I didn't know they'd changed logos.
I walked into the reception and let them know the new manager was here. The receptionist looked puzzled, maybe they weren't expecting me until tomorrow? But there was a match today and what manager doesn't get started the second they can? She rushes me through the stadium, to the locker room and I meet the players. As I look around there's only one real question I have.
Where is Jesse?
He must be injured, I thought he was fit but anything could've happened over the course of the flight.
It's fine, it's fine. Who needs him really?
I take over the team talk telling the team exactly what we're going to do. And then we walk out to play a team wearing orange.
No one wears orange in the Premier League...