Good morning. It’s Saturday and the Arsenal news has more or less dried up.
There are a load of internationals today in which some of our players will be taking part. Those games will typically last 90 minutes plus a bit of injury time in each half.
One man who had apparently retired from international football was Emmanuel Adebayor. He seems to spend most of his free time arguing with the Togonian authorities and after the last games he said he wasn’t going to play for them anymore.
Yet new reports say he’s going to go back because he’s concerned about the future of the club. That man changes his mind more often than the weather. Than the weather changes, not the weather changes its mind because the weather doesn’t have a mind. Apart from typhoons, they have a limited mind which experts say can change but not as frequently as Adebayor’s.
11.45am, Adebayor household: That’s it. I am never playing for Togo again.
11.46am, Adebayor household: Ok, I am playing for them again.
11.47am, Adebayor household: I hate porridge
11.48am, Adebayor household: Mmmmm, porridge. It’s so good.
Perhaps we can give it a name. Someone who flip-flops, as they politicians might say, can be said to be ‘Adebayoring’. Next time one of your friends goes back on a decision they’ve made you can say ‘Hey, stop Adebayoring, you cunt’.
We should run a book on how many times he retires from international football during his Arsenal career. That’s a couple so far, isn’t it? I say five times, before he decides to leave us, then decides to stay just moments later.
Bacary Sagna makes some remarks about defence and says Arsenal ‘went through’ a bad patch. God bless his optimism but I’m not sure the use of the past tense is quite accurate just yet.
Alexander Hleb has been talking to the Spanish press and spoke about his close relationship with Cesc. El Mundo asked him if he’d try and convince Cesc to come back to Barcelona. He said:
I don’t stop insisting that he should come back to Barcelona but he insists he’s happy at Arsenal and with Arsene Wenger. I’ll keep going till he changes his mind! If it did happen I think it would be great for Barcelona.
Dear Hleb,
cunt off and shut the fuck up.
yours most sincerely indeed,
arseblogger.
Right, that’s that. I must procure things for a fried breakfast. Then fry the breakfast. Then eat the breakfast.
Till tomorrow.
ps – I’m aware the arses are completely fucked. Bear with me while I try to get it sorted. Thanks.
