december 31st
10.49 – So I’m back from Ireland and the detox has well and truly begun. No more alcohol for quite some time, I can tell you. And that time is around 10 o’clock tonight when I start swigging cava to see in the new year.
I did write a kind of a review of the year thing, mentioning all sorts of stuff about players, Kolo, the FA Cup final, the 5-1 in Milan, losing the league the way we did, Bolton, Thierry Henry, learning lessons and loads of other stuff which made less and less sense the more I read it. I just wanted to to say a little bit about the mix of emotions that was 2003. From extreme disappointment in late April/early May, to elation at winning the cup final, from the low of the first 3 games in the Champions League to the high of the next 3. But then football is like life I suppose. Ups and downs, swings and roundabouts, ying and yang, Morcombe and Wise.
What I like about this Arsenal team, and the manager, is that the nearly years, the disappointments and hurts of coming close, don’t grind them down. It just makes them more determined to win the prizes the next season. We can see that this season. While United and Chelsea spent big this summer, we bought a goalkeeper. They can raise the bar financially, we can only do it on the pitch.
All in all it was a pretty good year really. With some shit bits. Like lots of other years, but different.
2003 was the year Arseblog really grew, serving over 4,250,000 pages this year. Which is quite a lot, I think. I’d like to thank all of you who visit the site regularly for putting up with my increasingly garbled rhetoric. Seriously though, it’s good to know that day after day we’re finding more Arsenal fans with nothing better to do.
And because you’re all so really, really super, I’d like to wish you all a very happy, successful and peaceful New Year with little or no intrusion into your private life by cunty people with nothing better to do.
Have a good one, gooners. Up the Arsenal.
