The lights were on just as I popped my head over the edge, the drop below was insane, the cold floodlights blasting every square inch of the pitch. To my left was some plastic roofing, nothing that could take my weight, and to my right was the same, although Doctor T was slowly edging over on the next beam, a massive grin illuminating his face as he peered over . Tiny figures dotted about like ants in the Exec Boxes, mopping the floor. Unknown to them, and to Security that two sneaky lads had scaled the steel cable, all for a cheeky view.
Following a route originally devised by Stepping Lightly, the Manchester City Stadium is a full out, balls deep climb. If you slip, you eat concrete hard, lets call it a concrete buffet? Big up to the fam.
