Since Arseblog began we’ve had days with very little news but today is probably the day with the least Arsenal news I have ever seen.
Cesc Fabregas would fit in with us very well. I must be clear on this issue. He continues being an objective for us.
I must also be clear, Mr Mijatovic. My fist would fit your face very well. Repeatedly. Until your face was not so much a face as a jellied, bloody mess that even your mother would not recognise. Comprende, cunto?
And that’s about it. I’m not even going to mention the shambles that is Ireland after their 5-2 defeat by the mighty Cyprus. I never liked Staunton as a player though, he always looked like a new born fawn on unsteady legs, and when I was working as a DJ he once spent about 4 hours at the bar in the place I worked drinking bottles of cheap German white wine. What a cunt.
I look forward to his dissection in the Sunday papers. Here’s hoping there’s something to talk about tomorrow.