As Lord Mangan of Leinster pointed out this very morn, every Arsenal player has been devoured by a wolf and the youth team are succumbing to rampaging leprosy, chronic jitters, ladies’ vapours, false leg syndrome, canker sores of the armpit, paper cuts on the old chap and indeed my own nephew, Brandon Ormonde-Ottewill, drowned in his own tears.
As Arsenal were not playing anyone last weekend, I cannot hear you, my ear-trumpet is sadly lost, la la la, and it is the Interlull, I leave you with this extract from Mr. Roy Keane’s autobiography which seems to have been passed over by the mainstream media. It is, as you will see, somewhat instructive from a Woolwich point of view (click to embiggen).
