Well it’s all action round Arsenal way this morning and we prepare for tomorrow’s match against Melchester Rovers.
With Roy Race in such good form it’s sure to be quite the battle and since they were taken over by USA Soccerball Corp Inc®© they’ve become a force to be reckoned with. Not only have they got the best players in the world from this era, new technology has allowed them to clone the best players from times gone by.
Roy Race and Pele up front will sure be a handful for Vermaelen and Gallas while their midfield of Cruyff, Socrates, Didier Six and David Hillier will cause us real problems unless we take real care. I think if we can get through the first two quarters we’ll probably take them, you know how these clones roll. All tricks and flicks as they have that classic DNA sparkling but we know they suffer from problems with stamina. Arsene Wenger is looking forward to the game, saying:
Jesus fucking Christ, Arseblogger, wake up. This is just a dream. There’s no football tomorrow at all. You’ve got Interlull cabin fever. Hahaha.
Noooooooooooooooooo. Stupid waking dreams. You know it’s the dullest Interlull ever when the official Arsenal website is running a story with Liam Brady and a headline ‘Brady – France have more pressure than us’. Now, I know Chippy is involved in the Irish set-up. He’s one of Trappatoni’s assistants but I just find it a little distasteful that he refers to ‘us’ when us includes Robbie Keane. He’s not an ‘us’, Liamo, he’s very much a ‘them’, even if he is wearing a green shirt.
And while there’s a whole load of hype and build-up to this game it’ll be a bit weird watching it. France have Arsenal players, Ireland do not have Arsenal players. Ireland have Robbie Keane, although France do have Patrice Evra which has just about swung the balance back in Ireland’s favour. The other thing, of course, is Ireland’s style of play. It’s not exactly beautiful, flowing football. Watching Ireland play football is about as much fun as being Carlo Cudicini’s pillion passenger.
Still, I’m sure I’ll watch it. Just to get a bit of a football fix. Very little Arsenal news around as you’ll have gathered by now. The Mail reports that Arsenal’s players will give up a day’s wages and match bonuses and what have you when we play Chelsea at the end of the month. It’s all in aid of Great Ormond Street Hospital which is the club’s official charity. You’ve probably seen the pictures floating about of some of the lads dressed in giant furry animal suits. Here’s Cesc doing his My Little Pony impression to the amusement of Andrei Sharkshavin in the minivan.
In the Mirror there’s a story about young striker Gilles Sunu who wants to go on loan but Arsene Wenger is refusing to allow him to do so until he signs a new contract with the club. I’m struggling to decide if I care enough about this story to comment in any way and after a few moments I’ve decided that I’m not. Which is a shame because I’ve got column inches to fill but … meh.
Ok, scarf competition time. The other day I asked you to choose the odd one out between John Terry’s dad, Phil Brown’s son and my next door neighbour’s beagle. Thank you all for the answers, many of them were quite hilarious indeed and I never knew such a range of ‘Son of a bitch’ jokes were possible. However, it’s time for the answer.
And the odd one out was – my next door neighbour’s beagle. This is because if you were to set up a concession stand which had every kind of soft drink in the world and you told these three candidates they could have whatever they wanted for free, the beagle would choose a can of delicious Lilt, with it’s totally tropical taste, while the other two would go straight for the Coke.
The RNG did its thing and the winner is : Matthew Martin. Well done to you, I’ll be in touch, and thanks once again to Savile Rogue for the prize. And if you didn’t win, don’t worry too much about your cold neck. Savile Rogue are thinking of you and have given me more 100% cashmere Arsenal scarves to give away in the coming weeks.
Right, that’s that. I can’t do no more. Till tomorrow.
