So desperate was I for football that last night I watched Italy v Ireland. Ireland scored an equaliser in the 87th minute after struggling against 10 man Italy who went ahead early on.
I don’t quite know how to describe it other than to say it was like watching a brain damaged puppy trying to pick up a bone in its barely functioning mouth. Eventually he got it but it was a pitiful and abject thing to witness. Thankfully internationals are over now and we can on with the real stuff.
Quite what sort of a squad we have for the Citeh game remains to be seen. We know Robin van Persie and Abou Diaby have picked up injuries but we don’t know the extent of them yet. My pal at Gunnerblog reported last night on Twitter that Samir Nasri had pulled out of the French squad due to a virus, so we’ll anxiously await an update from the official site later on this afternoon.
Good news though is that Cesc Fabregas is ready. According to Arsene Wenger:
He is ready to play again. But he needs three games to be back [at his best].
Well then, the sooner we get him those games the better. I can’t see him not starting on Saturday to be honest. He brings too much to the team for him to spend more time out of it. And with so many important games coming up we need him up to speed as quickly as possible.
Meanwhile, Barcelona President and all-round twatwrech Joan Laporta, has been speaking about how Cesc would fit into the Barcelona team. He says:
I would badly like to see Cesc in Barcelona’s shirt, but the opinion of the technical staff is the one that counts regarding decisions. We are aware that he is very talented player and he perfectly knows Barcelona’s style.
Now, there’s a time and place of the kind of shit-talking that comes from Spanish clubs and that place is the summer. We’re used to it now. We’ve been subjected to it every summer for the last 8-10 years (I even remember seeing ‘BERGKAMP TO REAL MADRID’ on Teletext years ago, before the internet became as popular as it is), but for this kind of crap to begin now is insufferable.
Laporta is a smarmy, big-mouthed spiv who really ought to keep his stupid, unctuous trap shut. He’s bang out of order here and should be taken to task over it. How stupid is he? Well, he says:
He is an home-grown player who is happy at Arsenal, and it would be a lack of respect to Arsenal to speak about it.
YOU ARE SPEAKING ABOUT IT, YOU UTTER GOBSHITE. What is he on about? How can he say it would be disrespectful to Arsenal to speak about whilst it actually speaking about it? How mind-numbingly cretinous do you have to be to say something like that?
“I’m sorry sir, it would be disrespectful of me to mug you and steal your wallet and hit you repeatedly in the face with a piece of wavin pipe”.
“But you have just mugged me and stolen my wallet and hit me repeatedly in the face with a piece of wavin pipe!”
“I have?”
“Yes, you have”.
“Oh well”
*clunk*
What a complete and utter moron this man is. And if further proof were needed, which it’s not but I’m going to give it to you anyway, he thinks Victor Valdes is the best goalkeeper in the world. Excuse me a moment whilst I vomit out of my nose with laughter.
Victor Valdes is the best goalkeeper in the world in the same way that Carlton Palmer is the most gifted midfielder football has ever seen. If Valdes is the best keeper in the world then I am the quickest centre-half in the world. Clueless cunny.
Laporta really should shut up. I’m going to be in Barcelona on Monday night, I’ll be looking for something to do and I might pay him a visit. Me and my wavin pipe. Me and my wavin pipe and a couple of roles of Duck tape. Me and my wavin pipe and a couple of rolls of Duck tape and the complete collection of Westlife Sing the Songs of Phil Collins (I shall have ear-plugs!).
On the other hand I may just go to a bar and drink Mojitos but still. Stupid people do my head in and Joan Laporta is a stupid person.
Other than that not much happening. There’s some stuff by Sylvester on the official site about how we’ve improved since the season began. We got better when he was out of the squad. Coincidence? I’ll let you decide.
Right, that’s it for today. Hopefully tomorrow there’ll be a plethora, a profusion and superabundance of Arsenal news and the world can return to relative normality again.
Until then.
