Hello, arsebandits. No, wait. Erm…arsefans. That’s a bit bitter.
I must begin today’s blog with a wet, fruity, beer smelling *boilk*. My mug smashing brother is entirely and 100% to blame and I have to say playing Pro Evolution Soccer when neither of you can actually see the screen is quite a challenge. Anyway, let’s round up the Sunday stories, of which there are quite few.
With the greatest respect to Steve Sidwell, who I think is a very good player, I’m a bit tired of reading about him and his connection with Arsenal now so I’m not gonna.
After finding out that Arsene reads the blog it’s obvious that Jens Lehmann listens to the podcast. He says:
I am thinking about wearing headgear to protect myself.
Cool. He should wear a helmet from a suit of armour. One of those really pointy ones that makes him look like the dark night of doom and pestilence. It probably won’t do much for his vision but he’d look as scary as fuck. Maybe he could even use a jousting pole to get those pesky players who stand on his feet at corners out of the way.
Update: This Gunneriffic bloke is brilliant. I suggest. He photoshops.
Arsene Wenger says he was so affected by defeats when he was a young manager he once vomited after a bad result. I understand. I vomited after we lost the UEFA Cup final to Galatasaray. Admittedly that was after a million and six beer and a dodgy burger but when it comes down to brass tacks vomit is vomit.
And on that vomity note I shall leave you because I have to eat something and let one of the stupid cats in. We let him out the back and he climbs over the neighbour’s wall then sits outside wailing until someone lets him in. Stupid cat.
Ok, a feast of football today. I’m off to get the papers then lie on the sofa. Come on the Arsenal! Oh, and happy birthday to the boss.
