My goodness. Who knew that drinking shitloads of rum and bourbon and beer could result in a *boilk*.
This is certainly new territory for me, I have to say. Anyway, it doesn’t matter too much because it’s Sunday and really nobdy should care too much about anything on Sunday other than to find a place which has slow roasted a beast from the forest, or a field even, and then eating the living crap out of it. NOT literally. Unless that’s what you’re into in which case you disgust me. I’m as open minded as they come but that’s just nasty.
Anyway, today is a day for celebration as we’ve lifted our first silverware for 19 years with a win in the Marcus Bleiminflip Cup thing at Southampton. Henri Like A New Signing Sbury scored a goal and stuff which you can see over at Jeorge Bird’s place. He’s actual the purveyor of all things Arsenal Youth. We then drew our next game, Gervinho scoring a goal just to confuse everyone, and we lost a penalty shoot-out but won the cup because of something something blah blah. Roast meat.
I’m sure Arsene Wenger said some stuff afterwards but not even the official site is reporting it. I suspect they’re in the middle of a great big lump of beef and some Yorkshire puddings and genuinely can’t be arsed. And who could blame then? It’s Sunday for goodness sake. There’s no call for any of this nonsense really.
I suppose we could go on about Robin van Persie or Theo Walcott or Marouane Chamakh and how we don’t want to lose them and what it would mean to the team and the goals that we’d try and score next season but look, you don’t want to hear it and I don’t want to write it. It’s like a film staring Brian Dennehy in which everyone knows who the bad guy is after 6 minutes. It’s just utterly pointless continuing.
So, until tomorrow, have a good day, may the meat be with you and stop trying to make sense of Gervinho’s goal. He did it just to confuse you.
