september 26th
Due to birthday celebrations last night there are very few vowel and hard consanant combinations that sum up how I feel this morning. A few exist though, like *boilk*, *eeeuuurrgh* and *blokh*. Still, much fun was had.
Saw the Man City game and I have to share with you the most wonderful observation from one of my viewing partners. At the end when City had a corner and Jens got flattened, the boss was in conversation with City’s gaffer. Charlie says “Watching Arsene Wenger talking to Kevin Keegan is like seeing Aristotle talking to Snoopy.”
I laughed, like a fox. It wasn’t much of a game to look at, a nicely taken Ashley Cole goal put us in front and although we had a couple of chances in the first half we didn’t threaten a great deal. Second was very dull, Henry had one of those games where he looked like he really couldn’t be arsed, José decided that he’d try and trap the ball further than he could kick it and Vieira’s return to the centre of midfield in place of Cesc (who the Spanish commentators couldn’t wait to get on) has coincided with a downturn in the fluidity of our football.
Still, 3 points is 3 points and sometimes 3 points when you’re not playing anywhere near as well as everyone knows you can are the sweetest 3 points in the land. There are certainly no complaints from here.
So there’s an Irish bar down the end of the Ramblas here which does a full Irish breakfast. I’m going to go there, eat the breakfast, read the papers and quite possibly have a beer. Or two. Or however many it takes. Till tomorrow.
