Barcelona’s improved offer still nowhere near enough

Last night I dreamt I was drinking all night in a strange old hotel. Pints of Armagnac and other things and when the alarm went off this morning I braced myself for inevitable and no doubt painful *boilk*.

Which never came! That's awesome. It's like when you wake up and go 'Oh, it's Thursday' and then you realise it's actually Saturday.

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