ManYoo Away (Thank God for...)

Let's just start this with...

WHAT THE BLOODY FAHKIN 'ELL!?!

and to all my friends who believe it doesn't matter, it's only one game, and various other "soothing" remarks... yah, you all get my favorite phrase!

Ok quick recap for those who couldn't, didn't or afraid of joining me at the pub. No offense to you lot, I don't make judgments. I just need to recap the day.

Friday evening, I decided to tuck in a bit early after remembering what happened to me on open weekend and the lack of fortitude my body has recently with the imbibing of alcoholic beverages. In short, I was in bed by 11PM. My plan was to make it to the pub by half-time on the Chelski game. I was hoping to witness the phenomena of what is called Burnley.

Saturday morning. 5AM...try and fall back asleep... 6AM try and fall back asleep... 7AM - fuck it, check email, check news, morning ritual, get down to pub by 8ish.

So far, ok but I should have been warned by the 5AM wake up for no real reason.

Mistake or Omen number 2, breaking with tradition, I listened to some NYHC (Sick of It ALL) on the way to the pub on the day of an Arsenal game. My usual musical foray on the drive is something English, preferably London based, no matter what genre.

I find parking with no major hassles, that's pretty standard fare at this hour in the morning. I lock the car up and my alarm starts going off.. click the button on my switchblade (VW key-thing) and nothing.. click it again and unlock the doors.. click it again to lock the doors... nothing... open the door, close it, click it again.. finally the proper acknowledgment of *beeepbeeepI'mLocked*.

I shake my head and walk on.

The pub was nicely crowded for an early match. Burnley, of course, did not surprise anyone. I shouldn't be too shocked but I was hoping for them to actually worry Chelski. Little to no luck on that one.

Chelski girl, who was sick, sent me a text, "...I would feel better if Chels would fucking score already!" They did, they did and they did shortly after.

The usual crowd was about and milling around during the day, many staying around through the mid-day Scouser match, awaiting the ManYoo-Arsenal tie.

Honestly though, there was a certain tension all day, at least on my part. I found myself sitting at the outdoor tables with Pretzels. Neither one of us were really interested in watching the Scousers and the pub was standing room only. SlainteLOSC stopped by and decided to give a lesson on bad words in French before heading off to the burger-wagon.

By the way, there is a great picture of Pretzels that I took with my phone. He has this big shit-eating grin staring at the screen.



Shortly before the main event, a lot of people started showing up. There ended up being a large African contigent about 60% MancScum and the rest Arsenal supporters. Which was interesting because shortly before they started showing up someone had mentioned earlier that the bistro had a rather non-diverse crowd.

Now that is not a big deal but it's kind of interesting how you get this huge cross section of people at the pub. That's one of my favorite things about football, the diversity of the supporters, players and teams. Each brings something different to the mix and it becomes this community, whether you love or hate your neighbor, you both speak a similar language.

I'll make quick mention of an instance at 2006 World Cup. There was the France - Brazil game. At least that is how I am recalling it currently. After the game, at one of the large tables we had people talking to each other, intermixing the languages (English, French, Spanish) and having a great time, just uniting over football. If you are wondering why Spanish, I think the Spanish speaking girls were in love with Kaka and who doesn't like Brazilian football.

It was a beautiful thing!

Back to Saturday 29 August 2009... now we have a full pub, United - Arsenal, an African contingent, and many onlookers (supporters of various other clubs, including my buddy ACMilan, the Chelski boys and Scousers)

The pub was filled with noise and singing... lots and lots of singing. The African contingent even came in with their own songs which were pretty interesting to say the least. When you add some of the football classics it became like a celebration.

It was so loud, at one point, MancKate had to put in ear plugs.

Arsenal was playing beautiful and United wasn't letting the game get out of hand. The sky was clear, birds were singing, bees were pollinating, One-Nil to the Arsenal and Who the Fuck is Man United had been sung and...

PENALTY!

My prediction was 2-1 and not naming the victor because it is hard to separate the two teams... but that call ruined my whole day.

2-1 is a good score. It usually means one team is good but the other was just better on that day. It's a respectable score but how you go about getting it should be respectable as well.

I know I have no reason to be on a high horse about taking advantage but Old Trafford has a way of brainwashing referees. It's not a conspiracy but answer me this, how come there is always at least 5-6 minutes at the end of the second half at Old Trafford? Everyone knows, don't pretend it doesn't exist. I'm also not going to mention the other dubious MancScum penalty that ended an Arsenal run.

In short, shattered was my good day. I tried to stay for the Italian Oscars but was so worn out and dejected. At least it wasn't as bad as 2006 World Cup, I can say that in reality. I had never been so sad at football, cheating Italians.

I said my good-byes and did the long drive home. I walked in, put my Ska station on Pandora and went to sleep for a couple hours before going for pizza. I get a message from ACMilan about the pub becoming a bit of a mess after I left.

After I had gone, the MancScum supporters from the African contingent started gloating about their win. I know they had a few drinks in them by that time but it doesn't excuse it. LilBlondeGooner and her man were there and took a great deal of the abuse. Completely unnecessary in my book but I didn't witness it. However I do trust the word of ACMilan on that one.

So the lesson for today... Most, not all but MOST ManYoo supporters really are scum.

I will officially make exception for a few that I've been close to over the years, as they are, in my opinion true supporters not only of their club but of football in general. Three in particular, I have been watching games with since 2003/4. GrumpyGooner mentioned that to me the other day.

A few bad apples can really spoil the bunch though. ManYoo seems to attract many bad apples unfortunately. At the end of the day, I say this as a supporter of the sport and nothing else, they are a good club with a lot of history.

Bottom line, when the two come together, Arsenal-ManYoo, it is always a good game.

Still annoyed.

~LeChat

Addendum - wanted to add this link from WDKF, nice to see a ManYoo supporter's perspective on the shit ejection of Wenger. It really was shit.

Anticipation - United Away

I chose to take an easy one. I barricaded myself away for the evening in anticipation of what tomorrow will hold. My mind distracted by the prospects of ManYoo away.

It's a feeling you can't really explain. It's sort of a butterfly in your stomach type of feeling, like before playing a game or doing a show. You are not worrying about how bad or good it goes, just that it goes without much of a hitch.

The reality of it is, you want the best to happen but you know there are some things that don't always go the way you want them to go. In short, you hope for the best but expect the worst. It's the only way to prepare.

I'm sure there are some that will be saying, "Oh he's nervous about his precious little soft southern fairies."

To those people, I say "Fuck off."

I'm not nervous at all but I do realize that this game represents a real test. I don't mean to discredit Everton or Celtic or even Portsmouth. All three are respectable clubs but they have all been dismantled in a very Wenger type of way.

ManYoo has always been a thorn in the side, especially since becoming the "Super" club that they claim to be. Years and years of merchandising and salesmanship has seen to that. They have also had the personnel to carry it off.

I give them credit for being a sleeping giant, which when aroused will run rampant up and down the pitches. This time however I don't believe the giant will awaken for quite some time.

Hoping for a good day!

~LeChat

Midweek - Beckham Experiment - Celtic Home(CL)

Tuesday!

My maybe became a why the hell not, so I headed down to the pub to sit in on the Beckham Experiment reading/discussion. All in all it was a pretty interesting time. There was that one guy though, you know the one, "that guy".

When he first came in, he seemed alright, wearing an Arsenal shirt and all to boot. He sat down and kept saying how much he liked this place. I shrugged and returned to my chicken cheesesteak. Lyon was on the replay on television so that was definitely more interesting than hearing this guy rattle on.

A few minutes later some of the local scousers start showing up. It was a relief to see them, as now I knew there would be more people who I respected as football supporters than just myself and SlainteLOSC. SmoothtalkerScouser started talking to the guy and he started making relevant points. This, of course, surprised me. He also let it be known he was MancScum and he had lost a bet so that's why he was wearing an Arsenal top.

Respect meter begins to fall.

Let me hit a good point. Grant Wahl is a great guy. He penned the Beckham Experiment and has a lot of interesting insights into the way MLS works and dealing with the personalities in football in general. If you see him, definitely give him a hello and some appreciation for the work he has done.

So, you know how you have that one guy in class, that really annoying guy that can't shut the fuck up. MancScum in disguise is officially that guy. You know one or two questions, ok cool. He decides to prattle on and on, asking more questions then trying to answer his own questions, interrupting Grant and just being, I don't know, Classless?

Classless and MancScum.. sort of fits.

LilBlondieGooner and her man (sorry can't think of a good name for you yet) showed up, which was nice as well. LilBlondie's parents even came, very cool people in deed. Grant had a nice crowd, which was good in terms of it not being a match and something more intellectual.

See, football supporters aren't all that bad.

Millwall - West Ham

Fun Fun Fun in the London Suuuuuuuunnnnn, good to see some ink on a classic confrontation. There were some brilliant pictures in the Guardian. My favorite was this one.





Celtic at HOME

I have not seen a thing. I know the result and it makes me smile. However I did get a facebook message from a certain MancScum earlier today.

MancScum -

Diving Croatian (?!?) bastard.

Response -

I did not see a thing. :)

I look forward to the weekend. Chelski then Liverpool then The Arsenal- ManYoo, after which, if I am still standing...

The Italian Diving Competiton(Milan edition)!


A More Somber Note

Edward "Ted" Kennedy passed away today, last of the boys.
I am drinking a Sam Adams Black Lager in his honour.

Peace be with you, Ted.


Ciao

~Le Chat.

Portsmouth at Home

First home of the season for the Arsenal and a decent show it was. The pub was alive with several Gooners, many whom I had only seen on passing occasions. I'd say it was a good 20 strong, which is a pretty decent crowd for our supporters.

I'll also give a nod for Mr. ManCity showing up on his birthday and lending his voice as we sang to the 8 or so MancScum who decided to show up. (I am actually being cordial today for some reason, don't ask why.)

As I began, the day was pretty decent; sun shining, the televisions were working, cool drinks and warm food, no major complaints from the peanuts in the gallery. However, and I should have figured on this one, LoudMouthGooner was his usual loud self.

Honestly, I don't have a problem with someone being loud from time to time but this guy is always, always loud, even for the most simplest points. That's the other end of it though, not only loud but usually very wide of the mark.

I try and ignore it but it is so hard. I usually pipe in with one or two snide comments which for the most part he can't argue with. Now, I'm not Mr. Know-it-all by far but at least I can respect another person's opinion and not have to shout mine own at them. That's so disrespectful but I don't think this guy gets it.

There came an actual point where I had enough and the argument wasn't even mine to be had. I just hated how rude he was coming off and onto a fellow Gooner. Then the brainiac started trying to come after me, overtalking and just being loud. So I do what I normally do in these situations.

I get up off my seat, walk over calmly and speak in a more hushed tone. A skill learned in customer service, someone yelling and being unreasonable, you speak quietly and slowly. This tends to throw them off and make them speak more softly.

First I corrected him on calling me an American supporter, sorry but not a big fan of Sam's Army, didn't grow up as one, never have been one, doubt I will ever be one. He backed down from the shouty rhetoric he was espousing and gave what appeared to be an apology. After which I gave him my stance on the issue and tell him how if the guy wants to speak about such and such player, then let him have his say, calm it down. Maybe in not so many words but my point was made. It was just disrespectful and that's the last thing I want to see.

Apparently, a lot more people noticed this exchange than I thought. LoudMouthGooner isn't making many friends, even amongst his own. I guess he feels he is part of something but he's alienating the very people who would include him in that something.

I headed back home for a cookout for my little cousin and decided that the weather was a little too warm. The reality was that I was being called back to the pub to meet up with ACMilan. I got to admit, one of the coolest people at the pub. He usually watches his games by himself, surrounded by the late afternoon meathead/douchebag crowd.

"Oh man, What's this? Soccer?"

"I played soccer when I was younger."

"Is this the World Cup?"

"Did you see that U.S game? That was great, wasn't it?"

I had told him before I would come out to a few games and I was feeling a need for some more football. I drop into the pub and we grab a couple of seats at the bar, order some drinks. ChelskiGirl pops in for a bit and has a Magners before going off to do her Chelski things in her Chelski world. (Barbie Girl reference if you missed it, not that she is one but that song just popped into my head.)

Meanwhile, ACMilan and I are discussing the finer points of Italian performance art surrounded by a football match, when the random guy beside me starts blurting out players names... at random.

This goes on for a while and we can't figure out if he's serious, "special" or drunk. ACMilan leans over at one point and goes "I think everyone has one of those fans. I guess this one is mine." Which is a shame since it really is just him and now this guy. The contempt on his face for this guy was classic. I couldn't help but laugh at the situation, mind you I'm sitting right next to the guy, between the two of them.

The end result was uneventful. The guy was actually wearing a Milan t-shirt with a player's name and number on the back. I can't remember who but that was a surprise and I hadn't noticed it before. I told ACMilan that I would show up for the derby next week after the Arsenal - ManU game.

I make my way down the street and at the bar next door I notice two of the more recent Arsenal converts having a couple of beers. They both head over to the bistro and I don't see them too often, so I decided to stop and say a quick hello. As usual with the Bistro Boys, they try and get me to come over for a game and how great of a place it is and how they open special for the Arsenal games.

My retort was the usual; PUB is HOME... When no one else was showing the games, they were... If I want to see FCButtcrack vs. CalcioJockitch, they will open for it... I have my loyalties.

They seem to understand but were plying hard for me to come over to the Bistro with; People are wondering where you are... they have cheap prices.. there are a ton of Arsenal supporters.

At the end of it all, we agreed to call it a draw. I can't do it, plain and simple.

Sunday - Funday had the Chelski match on. I decided to show up just to harass their lot of course. They do have a fun group of supporters. GrumpyGooner was also there so I had someone to voice my contempt with. There was one lonely Fulham fan, poor guy. We tried to lend him our support but he looked really nervous in that sea of blue. He did manage a nervous grin and head nod every now and again, Good on him for showing up and supporting his squad.

Oh and bloody Tottenham won. Bloody fahkin Spurs and their two mysterious supporters who show up. These guys are weird and not just for being Spurs fans. Just weird. An unexplainable weird which reminds me of the Catherine Tate sketch.

Monday - I did not watch the Liverpool match. I will not mention anything about that. I did however see the TallGeordie at Song's. He works near where I work, so I thanked him for letting me in line at the Chelski-Milan match and we had a short conversation about our prospective seasons. After which I offered him a Coca-Cola and we had a laugh.

It's kind of fun, taking it out of someone away from the pub and in a normal environment. The people around you have no idea what's going on and why offering someone a Coca-Cola is funny to the two pretty normal looking guys dressed in button ups and slacks.

One other quick good fortune happened today, the household television picks up GolTV. I don't understand how but I guess it's part of the standard cable package now, since the DTV upgrade. There was also some channel showing Bolton WanderersTV. I still haven't figured out exactly what channel it is because it only shows the cable company's logo at the bottom. Should probably spring for digital cable but I don't even watch television enough to even care.

C'est la vie.

~LeChat

Champions League - Celtic Away

Well if you haven't figured, I usually give myself a day or so to let things set in, this being no different. This way I can sort through the random chaos of what transpired and come up with something a little more like jello. It may shake, it may jiggle but damnit there's always room for more.

I don't get a good chance to see mid-weeks unless they are on delay and due to the Internet-Ban at work during working hours, I can't even get the play by play any longer. It has crossed my mind to just flaunt the ban and hope for the best but you know I can wait.

Patience is a virtue that I truly do possess.
I've been a Gooner since 85-86.

So I could truly dazzle you with stories of bankruptcies, foreclosures and weird telephone calls from bizarre clients; The insurmountable stack of papers and files that reside on my desk; The blind taste test of the old style envelope glue versus the new style envelope glue, but I don't want to overwhelm you.

Match report says: Celtic were shit.

I am truly surprised to tell you the truth. It is odd just reading match reports. You get so used to having a look at the match, at least thanks to the wonderful world of cable and satellite, that you forget how important it is for match reports to convey the spirit of the game.

My usual spot for a bit of reading the action is the Guardian UK. It isn't for the actual reportage but for the bits of nonsense that surround the reportage. It's sort of like being in the pub, because of all the bits of nonsense.

Now for the real surprise of today. As you may know Burnley just defeated MancScum, which is all well and good. The real surprise is... and I hate to say it...

FAHKIN SPURS ARE TOP OF THE LEAGUE!

Ok I am going to go off myself.

I know. I know. I KNOW. It's only the second game of the season but this is like saying ManShitty or Villa are a big club. I just feel dirty.

I got this terrible headache around 4:00PM today. I kept blaming it on the new carpet that they were putting down in the office but now I know the planets were misaligned and Pluto just got smacked by an asteroid.

Now I truly understand that sickening feeling...

A rather overwhelming sickening feeling.

*vomit*

Pardon me.

~LeChat

EPL Opener Everton Away

I should really start this week on the Friday since the Friday almost made my Saturday not happen. Due to the suggestion of a so called friend aka Scouse supporting drummer, we had a few drinks at a place called Bad Decisions. Mind you, it's a good place, but the temptation of actually having Brugal, my number one rum, sitting on the shelf made for an interesting evening. I made it home safely.

Saturday, began on an unusual note, dropping people off at the airport on 4 hours of sleep. Driving home from the airport my body decided it had enough. I prayed to all of them to get me home and let me catch a few bites of sleep before heading down for the early chelski match, the free buffet and seeing some of the regulars who hide during the summer.

I swear, I tried, rolled over, then decided I felt alright and headed on down. I prayed once again and declared that it must be some weird motion sickness.

"come on body, 10 minutes, just let me park..."

It would be a shame to destroy my not looking too great at the moment interior, does need a vacuum and once over for dust on the dashboard. The negotiations worked and I was able to park, a prime free spot with a bit of shade.

The walk to the pub was uneventful, yah free parking requires walking and I was planning on trying to make it all day. The upside down-ness of my stomach disappeared the closer I got, all anticipation to greet the new season. I yank open the doors, to the game already in progress and belt out..

"You're just a shit club in Fulham! You're just a shit club in Fulham!
You're just a shit club in Fuuulham! You're just a shit club in Fuulham!"

That was my high point in the morning. I shook some hands, said Hey to some Hi to others and a simple nod of recognition to those who were too far away. After my grand entrance, my stomach decided to give me a nod of recognition and immediately ordered me a coke.

I went upstairs, took a look at the buffet and decided half a bagel would suffice. Thinking I'd ease my way to the back once I got back downstairs and lay down in one of the booths. Apparently sitting in comfy booth land also makes one nod off if they aren't up to par.

A couple Chelski natives let me know that I wasn't going to get any rest and proceeded to harass me until I walked back up and joined them by the big screen. I tried to hang as long as I could. My mate from Sheffield shows up and I try to hang a bit longer but my body was saying "GO HOME YOUNG MAN!" So, I said see you at noon around the 80th minute. Apparently missing some high points of that game.

The middle of the day I could actually care less about but since it was opening weekend I wanted to see it all. However, the 2 hours of sleep I got really made a difference. Slightly refreshed and more energized I made my way back to the pub.

The way people look at you and tell you that you looked like "death warmed over earlier today" is actually kind of funny. Anyways took my seat next to the Bladesman and my Gooner mate and we decided to check out the Sheffield United score.

A little secret, we all have a soft spot for Sheffield United just because of my mate. Great guy and always is looking out for you. The result of course led into a course of "You fill up my senses!" to which 4 or 5 pub faithful joined in, including the wonderful Irish bartender we all love to hate.

"You fill up my senses" can actually be heard at random times, depending on how many of the pub faithful are within singing distance from each other. It's a great song. As well as the other favorite of mine, "Who the fuck are Man United?", "Down the pub, Have some pints" and the winter time medley of "Feed the Scousers" and a couple of naughty tunes about ice and runways.

So we get a glorious showing of what a team full of under 25's thinks of what such and such pundit has to say about them having nothing to play for but fifth place this season. Like clockwork they were giving Arsene a handjob in the papers this morning.

Sunday Sunday Sunday, much better. I spent most of the rest of Saturday either in bed or watching movies. I ventured out for a 6pm Chipotle burrito and hit the bed around 10PM with a shot Theraflu, to make sure I had no more sickness.

I headed down to enjoy a little harassment of the Manc supporters, one of my favorite past-times. Some of them are really good guys, so they give it back just as much, fun time had by all. What's the sense in going to the pub if you can't have the friendly rivalries? Well at least here in the states.

I got myself a bit of the buffet and sat down next to Grumpy Gooner. I think that's a great name from him but he's one of my best mates, just came out with another book that I need to get him to sign. The first was fantastic. I expect more of the same.

One of the Mancs had a Saturday like my Friday, so I tortured him with my plate of beans and tomatoes. Funny thing is the rum did him in as well, different brand but it was still rum. Even funnier part is that it was his girlfriend's birthday and she was feeling just fine.

I decided to try my hand with a Newcastle Brown. Things were looking up, slowly sipping. Grumpy Gooner and I got bored so we decided to sit outside at the tables and chat about life, the universe and everything.

Chelski girl decided to show up a little later to the party, fashionable I guess. We decided that eating all the salmon would be a good idea, well at least I did. Forgive me I hadn't really ate for a whole day, minus half a bagel and a burrito.

So the pub becomes awash with reds..."mind your wallets." The weird thing was some odd Spurs fans that decided to show up. I didn't realize that these people actually existed. I thought they were only in fairy tales, like hobbits. You know, nothing threatening more of something to laugh at.

However, the poor, poor Scousers were not laughing and hardly smiling. I can't say I don't blame them myself. It was a few pitiful calls and the game is lost. I had told someone on Saturday that there are only two things certain in football; the first is the game is 90 minutes, the second and the most important...

The ball is round.

Ciao

~LeChat

Charity Shield

Aww it was a lovely Sunday. I can't complain either way, for a boring game and a just result. It really is a shame that more elbows did not fly. A mean a broken nose here and a fractured cheek bone there, would have held no complaints from me.

The atmosphere at the pub was nice. A few of the choice locals, chelski and mancscum, were in attendance. It was good to see some old faces, not many new ones but I am sure that will change as the season actually begins.

There was talk of the other place...which I will call by name for it is not forsaken but I do not wish to even give it credit. It has become more of a bad joke on the pub gooners than anything else. Let's just call it the bistro. And then one must ask themselves whether they can say with a straight face, "I am going to watch the football at the bistro." Yes do it in that drawn out posh accent because that is what you will need to make it sound right.

Now I am not one to judge, so I lie, but I can not see myself going there to watch a game. There is also the issue of the fair-weather factor of it and the lack of loyalty to an establishment that has dealt with football/soccer fans when there were only a few that would come. It is a shame to turn your back on a place that would open up it's doors so that an ex-pat could watch crummy united play fc whatchacallit in the nothing worthwhile cup quadra-quarter-semi-finals.

I don't know maybe I have some weird thing about it but it is how I feel about the whole situation. Sure the prices could drop a bit. Sure they could get some new stools. Sure whatever other complaint you want to make. It doesn't really matter though because at the end of the day it's home.

It's where you belong.

~LeChat

Emirates Cup Weekend.

Around 1000 Saturday
Phone Ringing
"Hey...nothing, watching a movie... what? What game?...Are you serious?.. You down the pub? Fuck.... Where? No fuck that place... haha funny... I'll see ya down the pub."

That was the beginning of a very strange day.

I figured the pub would be empty, as it was raining and the mass-hole roaches who were here for the baseball game, don't like to venture out in the rain. At least that is what I was hoping for. It ended up being true. The pub is usually empty pre-season besides the tourist and other locals who come down for a pint.

Pub + Summer - World Cup(Euros)= Tourist Haven

"Hey Martha, look an Irish Pub. What's it called?"
(horrible mispronunciation)
"We must buy a drink here."
(sounds of Ride the Ducks going by which is quacking and YMCA or some other equally annoying disco sounding song)
"Martha, we got to go ride the ducks!"

Not that I am saying that I am something special but it does get a little annoying when you just want to have a pint and some breakfast, watch the football and enjoy pleasant conversation with like minded individuals.

Hmm, new person sitting at the bar. As you say, first impressions should be good ones and his was a pretty bad one. "Hey man, O2 shirt, love it." One of my top annoyances is calling out the sponsor on my shirt, unless it's within a proper context to be determined by myself. I try and ignore it but it is so hard.

Second impression wasn't much better. Being loud is one thing but being loud and off the mark is a whole different hemisphere. How many times do I have to mumble corrections into your directions? Seriously dude, did you really play this game when you were younger or are you saying that to make it sound like you know something? And honestly, grasping onto a player who has played a total of maybe 100 minutes in my teams kit, does not make that said player a bloody legend.

I'm still calm at this point but between me and the host, we're having a laugh at this poor guy's expense. I'm not a mean person but twice in less than 30 minutes he crossed the line of my sanity, PLUS he is very loud. He is sitting with people I like, so I keep it calm and pray that I don't have to deal with it again.

I have never prayed that hard for the three tweets at 90 minutes in my life.

Sunday on the other hand was rather uneventful. I popped down to the pub ahead of time, had another good breakfast, and one of my Chelsea friends came and sat through most of the game with me. They had a game on later and she was bored or something to that matter. By the way, that is a real woman, not a dig at the nancy boys.

(text out) Hey we are looking really good against the rangers.
(text in) Who doesn't? HAHAHA

The Arsenal pasted the Rangers, onto victory for a useless dinner plate, but hey it's something and at this point in time something is better than nothing.

OH and an internet gem for those familiar with Danny Dyer, Football Factories, The Real Football Factories and Guy Ritchie movies.

This is class and quite funny. A nice piece of satire.



Ciao
~LeChat