october 22nd
So I tried for a third time to email ANR to ask them why they, and more specifically Myles Palmer, had quite blatantly stolen my AGM report. And once again I’ve heard nothing. I’ll let you all make up your own minds as to what that says about the whole thing. If your mind tells you ‘Dirty robbing fucker’ then great minds think alike.
Update: It appears the offending text has been removed. Victory for the small man. And for me.
Between now and Sunday we’re going to have nothing but hype leading up to the United game. No doubt Sky will be hoping for some kind of scandal and repeat of last season, the least violent brawl I’ve ever seen in my life. I’ve seen kids fighting over toys who get stuck in more. I’m sure it’ll be a physical game. I’d really like to see a good scrap again. Ideally it would involve Roy Keane smashing Rio Ferdinand’s face in as we score our fourth, but I’d take Lauren squeezing the life out of Phil Neville again.
The good news ahead of the game is that Patrick Vieira’s injury is responding well to treatment and he could very well come back into midfield. Hopefully it will be alongside Cesc who deserves to keep his place in the team ahead of other more distracted players. Ahead of the game comes a new column from Safety entitled “Fifty-Fifty”.
Freddie on Europe – “Of course it’s annoying to concede goals like that when we’ve twice been in the lead. We’re not happy with the result but we paid the price for allowing our concentration to drop but we’re still unbeaten so we can’t complain too much.”
Robert Pires on last season – “We knew we’d be champions because, if we were capable of rousing ourselves to play that well when we’d been at our lowest ebb, we were not going to be beaten over the final few weeks of the season. That was something special.”
You might have noticed there are a lot of new Arsenal weblogs these days. Some of them good, some of them not so good, none of them as fabulous and well dressed as this one, of course. In the spirit of goodwill and fellowship between us all I’d just like to say ‘You’re all copycat cunts‘. Only joking of course, you’re not copycats.
My legs are aching after football last night. Roll on 6pm when I can have some muscle relaxing cocktails without feeling guilty.
