I’m dreaming of a place. A place where the beer flows like wine, and the women are quite often used in horribly degrading, morally reprehensible sex slave scams. A place where money is no object, and they build buildings not out of need, but because they have better to spend their money on. I’m dreaming of a little place called … no, not Dubai. Close - Singapore.
Yes, Singapore - where soccer is apparently not entertaining enough on ground. It must be done floating in the middle of a harbor, on a buoyant field of green grass.