A day of rest for the lads today as they prepare for tomorrow’s crucial game against Manchester City. As yet there’s no team news or no hint of any new injuries, so that’s good.
Looking around at the stories in the papers this morning Cesc talks about how much he enjoyed his first league goal of the season, saying:
It has been amazing, crazy. I have had so many chances, but I have not been taking them. In November, I said I should have scored 10 goals – that is the way it is in football sometimes. You score one, then you score five and then maybe go five games without a goal.
Hopefully it’s the start of a good run of goals, not just from him but from Tomas Rosicky who really should get more as well. Freddie Ljungberg came very close to his first league goal with a great free kick so he’s getting there too – we have to wait and see if he’s fit for tomorrow though. Speaking of Rosicky he talks about the race for fourth place and his performance against Bolton.
Bolton captain Kevin Nolan says that Cesc needs to watch his temper and has a moan about Arsene Wenger too. The only thing I’d say to Kevin Nolan is ‘Shut your hole you poxy fucker. You play for the niggliest, nastiest, cheatingest team in the league and while every team engages in some form of gamesmanship now and again you cunts have made it your raison d’etre, now go teach Diouf how to dive some more and teach Kevin Davies how to ensure his elbows get stuck in someone’s eye and practice delaying free kicks and all the other shite you’re so good at. You cunt.’
Then, if I was feeling brave I would slap his face with a white glove, confident that despite his footballing skills he’d be much worse than me at pistols at dawn. Especially when my pistol was a gattling gun.
Not a whole lot else to tell you this morning. Stay tuned this week for a chance to win a Goalhanger t-shirt, that’ll be coming up on Wednesday.
And how sad was it that the FA got the final they wanted for the new Wembley. The only thing we can hope for is some shoddy contstruction work and that 10 minutes into the game the pitch disintegrates and sinks into the bowels of hell. It’s only bringing about the inevitable a little earlier.
Anyway, more tomorrow.
