Diary Of A Private Plane Party With Man City Ownership

The best party is the one that sneaks up on you like a Jay Rodriguez goal in the 73rd minute. West Brom 1, Man United nil. Sheikh Mansour and the rest of Man City ownership were on cloud nine.

I was on my hands and knees inside a walk-in freezer 40,000 feet above sea level, searching for a cake that never had a good chance of being consumed. 

Until Rodriguez struck, West Brom parked the bus and the stomach grumbles of UAE's dignitaries called for an ice cream cake frosted City blue. 

I soaked in the moment from a jacuzzi at the rear of the aircraft until Beyonce's "Lemonade" compelled me to join the congo line that weaved its way up the middle aisle towards the cockpit.

Elon Musk oversaw operations of the first prototype of Tesla's new self-flying plane before leaving his post to perform a karaoke rendition of Eiffel 65's "I'm Blue."

On record-setting pace in England, what else is there for this City team to accomplish?

Forget the Champions League.

"Next stop, Mars."

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