Where should I begin?
The day began well enough, the usual suspects in their places when I walked in to the pub. Mr.ManShitty himself actually greeted me with smiles, should have expected that would be trouble to begin with.
A few moments later, one of the original ManShitty supporters popped in. I will admit it was good to see Brighty, since it had been at least 2 years or so since he had shown up for a regular match. Brighty bought a few of his friends along with him which pre-game put ManShitty up to a whole 3 or 4 supporters.
Let's say by the end of the first half there was at least 7 or 8. It was a good showing by them supporter wise and did they let their voices be heard at 1-nil.
How about that Kanye West? What a tool!
As you know I don't really give play by play or deep analysis of the games to begin with. There are so many other blogs out there for that tripe. If you didn't watch it, catch the highlights on 101greatgoals or ole ole.
I will say, that a certain person has now earned more than honorary C**T status on my top five, maybe even superceding the 2006 Italian National team. I am not going to dwell on this. No reason. At the end of the day, he will get his.
On and by the way - from the Guardian
Eduardo da Silva's European ban has been rescinded on appeal after Uefa accepted the appeal lodged by Arsenal.
and....
"Following examination of all the evidence, notably the declarations of both the referee and the referees' assessor, as well as the various video footage, it was not established to the panel's satisfaction that the referee had been deceived in taking his decision on the penalty," said Uefa.
"Therefore, the decision of the Uefa Control and Disciplinary Body of 1 September, in which the player was suspended for two Uefa club competition matches, is annulled."
So stupid they are.
So the back room of the pub now is my favorite spot to watch matches, if the sound is working. It's almost like a VIP section. Some may disagree but since the put up the new small television it feels like watching with my mates at home. Still waiting on that big screen for the back.
The Scousers were on the main since Irish is Scouse and I expect my beers to be served on time. He can have it. The man works harder than... (careful now don't want to offend anyone) Anyways, I can allow him that pleasure of dibs on the telly.
Chelski boys were in full effect but got a bit of a fright from Stoke. Someone said there was a Stoke supporter but later it was found to be a Sunderland supporter supporting Stoke. Nice tongue twister is that one, right?
There were no major highlights with the exception of LoudmouthGooner and Mr.ManShitty going back and forth for a bit. I think I chimed in with Loudmouth being a bit of nub and somehow I got a few little jokes on ManShitty.
He had also mentioned that I should say something nice about him. Let's see....
You ever see the movie Shrek? The Ogre, Shrek, says that Ogres are like onions, lots of layers. I will give ManShitty that, he's definitely an Ogre! Nah, seriously he's not a bad fellow, once you dig through the crap. He knows his team, supported them when they were, wait, still are rubbish.
I know this is not in any kind of chronological order, prefer to call myself more of a free-writer with no set agenda, just coming off the top of my head. My mind was so fried on Saturday after the loss.
I do remember at 3-1, GrumpyGooner and I both walked away and sat at the outdoor tables for a bit, just to let it set in. There was no way back and the consolation second goal was just that, nothing more.
We both headed back in because no matter what, neither one of us has ever left before the final whistle. That's a true supporter, even through blood, sweat and tears. I may walk away for a few moments, just to gather my mind but I'm always there for the final whistle.
Now I'm not saying anyone is less true than anyone else but there is something to be said for it. True supporters are there in bad times and good times. Whether you are watching it through the crack screen of a 14 inch tube television with no sound or on a cold rainy London night for a boring nil-nil draw. That is what sets you apart.
No scarf. No kit. Just pure Heart!
Passion for your club. Passion for the sport.
It disgusts me how some self-entitled over-paid wanker can say that such and such club never gave him support. That the fans never liked him. That those fans aren't true supporters, when you sell your ass to the next highest bidder.
You know who sells their ass to the next highest bidders?
I'm sure Ashley Cole can tell you. I have no respect for people like that.
I know I will get a wrath of whatever from whomever about my minor little vent but you know, seriously think about why footballers, or any other sports star, changes clubs. Yes you are right about them looking for the better deal but when the money is the only thing on their mind, and not the game, not bettering themselves or putting themselves in a better position to win more trophies... then you are nothing more than a high-society whore.
Alright enough said on that subject.
Funny moment on Saturday.
Characters - Black Spy (My shrilled voiced arch-nemesis),
White Spy (aka LeChat aka ME)
Meatheaded Gentleman (some meathead)
Setting: The bar next door!
Black Spy: You going to watch football tomorrow?
White Spy: You talking to me?
Black Spy: Yes! Well are you?
White Spy: Proper football or American football?
Meatheaded Gentleman gives strange looks towards the interloper speaking about other kinds of football besides American because that is Un-American. (Don't forget to make your dumbfounded face, just like you usually look)
Meatheaded Gentleman: Huuuh?
Black Spy: American, duh?
White Spy: Uh, No!
White Spy laughs maniacally and walks out.
End Scene
~LeChat
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