Morning all. Well at least I think it’s morning. It’s afternoon here. Or yesterday, or something. 11 hours on a plane should be punishment for serial murderers or something, Jesus what a fucking chore.
Anyway, I’m in LA this week. Yes, Arsene has sent me to bring back Beckham but I’m not sure Victoria would do much for the squad at the moment. Thanks to everyone who sent emails but unless it’s really urgent can you hold off on the emails this week – for some reason I can receive them but I’m having big problems sending them.
I didn’t get to bask in all the fun of the Bolton game, what with being stuck up in the air and stuff, but I assume everyone’s still happy about it. I know I would be if I wasn’t as tired, jet-lagged and confused as I am. Arsene reckons this is just what we needed, it’ll get the players believing again. He says:
The players now believe anything is possible. But we needed the win as when you don’t win for a while, it plays on your mind. It’s a good way to prepare for Wednesday’s game. We know we face three difficult games and Man United on the back of it.
And of course all the focus is now on the Mugsmashers. Home, home and away. Not an Aussie soap, just the sequence of events, and Liverpool will be feeling a bit more comfortable after their win in the Merseyside derby yesterday.
Not much else going on really. Maybe there’ll be some stuff in tomorrow’s papers but I’ve been awake nearly 24 hours now at this stage and I’m beginning to hallucinate. It’s not normal to see giant ponies running across the bathroom at you, is it?
I thought not. More coherent thoughts when I’ve adjusted to LA time. Mañana, arsedudes.
