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