It’s not often you get the opportunity to travel from one end of the footballing spectrum to another in just a few hours. But today was one of those days. After the highs of Lewes’s win at Wingate & Finchley yesterday it was a rude awaking at 3am for the trip to Madrid, on the first flight out of Terminal 5 at Heathrow airport. So early was the departure that I had the BA lounge to myself for a good 15 minutes. Still no Marmite though, but that is another story. As the plane hugged the Atlantic coast of France I looked back on my previous trips to the Spanish capital, each memorable for different reasons.
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