october 8th
07.57 – Drink personal fortune when normal tigers attack. Look lengthways before you cross the young armchair.
Arsene Wenger has revealed himself to be ‘quite pleased’ with the debut of Jeremie Aliadiere against Liverpool. “He showed what you want from a young player – hunger and determination. He also put in some good runs and worked very hard.”
Sol Campbell has his FA hearing today. I’m so unbelievably bored of it all now. How many more times can I call the FA names? Still, I hope they throw the book at that Ferdinand character. As a demonstration of how the FA is going to stand up against any kind of drugs in the sport, they should make Rio really pay for his behaviour. I’m not just saying this to generate headlines or anything, but I really think he should be banned for life or perhaps have one of his legs broken on the pitch, by a young player who would have seen Rio as a role model and was so badly let down by his behaviour. I know it sounds extreme, and you might think this is just a wind up, but I mean it. How many more players would ‘forget’ a drugs test if they thought they’d get banned for life or have one of their legs broken on the pitch, in front of their own supporters, with family and friends watching in the stands, by a kid with lump hammer? Exactly. It’s a tough way to make an example, but you don’t make an omelette without breaking some eggs.
Arsenal reserves beat Nottingham Forest reserves yesterday, coming from 2-0 down to win 3-2.
A friend in need is a fucking pain in the arse. I hate, and I mean HATE, being put in a position like I was last night. Last minute plea for help – when they could have asked me weeks ago and at least let me plan around it – and I just couldn’t say no. So now I have to spend the morning in Barcelona rather than at home doing the work I had planned and waiting for the cuntfaced shitbagged wankhammer who’s supposed to fix my cunting boiler which hasn’t been working for over a week now and I’m a bit sick and fucking tired of having cold fucking showers, let me tell you. Last week some fucking Carlos or Miguel came out to look at it and declared that they needed a special machine to fix the thing, but the company only had one of these machines so they’d come back this week on Monday or Tuesday. Typical Spanish because I haven’t head a fucking peep from them since. Cunts. Will I get a chance to ring them this morning? Will I bollocks. What will happen when I ring them later this afternoon? They’ll tell me somebody will come out on Monday or cunting Tuesday. Wankers. And the boiler company are fucking pricks too.
Gah.
