I've come to love walking the streets of New York. Every time you turn a street or go a different way you discover something new, unusual, breathtaking. Sunday morning of 9/11 started around 8am. I'd decided to go in search for decent coffee as it was long overdue. Everytime Liam and I came to a corner we would take a different path, go left, turn right, straight ahead and every time we discovered something amazing. We found Little Collins Street cafe and the first sip was like heaven. That coffee didn't last long so we ordered another. Once finished we decided to head back to our hotel but came across a jewellery store which caught our attention and our money. I can honestly say that this guy was the best salesman in NY but it was fun. We then rushed back to our room as we needed to get to the Gridiron game in New Jersey. Another Uber ride, we are really supporting this business to its fullest potential, and 30 minutes later we arrived at Metlife Stadium. We were immediately overwhelmed by the size of the stadium but the thing that stood out to me were the number of people in the parking lots with the backs of their cars open having BBQ's, drinking beer and making a whole day of it. We joined the rush to get into the stadium as it was only 1/2 hr to kick off (not sure if that is the correct term) with all supporters chanting USA USA. On the way in we were given an American flag and silver feather tattoo to remember 9/11. We found our seats which were awesome and were immediately drawn in to the excitement of the game. The crowd was amazing and very very noisy. They commemorated 9/11 with a huge American flag on the field and a speech by Barack Obama (which we discovered everyone hates as they were booing him, over 80,000 boos amazing). I get the impression they think Trump is going to be the next best thing and I've even had some American's say they can't wait until he is in power. The game started with all the American fanfare and we were immediately engrossed in the fun of it all, including the pyrotechnic show. A hot dog for lunch and a beer and we were blending in well. Three hours later, which just flew by, the game was over. As it was so close Bengals 23 - Jets 22, everything just finished silently after so much noise and there was a mass exodus leaving the stadium. We were barracking for the Jets and although they didn't win we were so glad we made the effort to go and watch the game. Another trip back in to Manhattan, Shake Shack for tea and some shopping at Walgreens (which is a chemist with everything and I mean everything) and back to the room for an early night.