To the team I love,
It has come to my attention that my affections and prayers that I have sent out to you have now been returned in a manner not much unlike the days of the past. Unrequited I sit here, staring blankly into space at the disastrous lapse or shall I say unfortunate misjudgment beneath the hands of the BlueScum.
At first, I could feel the utter disappointment when you faltered and let the candy cane stripped Sunderland have a few cheap feels. I shrugged and declared that you must have been drunken from the previous international foray. This, I concede, is not unusual for yourself.
I will also admit that this time of year usually produces a string of disappointments, especially in recent years, concerning our relationship. Whatever you may call it, I have accepted it in the past. It is just Arsenal being Arsenal, and loved you no matter what minor indiscretions that November wrought upon us.
Why is it that November is such a hard month for us?
I know I know, you have always come back around by Boxing day but I walk through the whole month a hollow shell of myself. Wanting, desiring, impatiently biding my time when I can celebrate a complete month of you not just being you but being the Arsenal that I know you can be.
Yes. It is a tough life loving you but it's been twenty odd years now.
I remember our younger days. A double here, a league cup there, dropping points to teams that have come and gone. And recent times, remember that run of unbeaten games that was horribly undone by an ogre named Rooney and his accomplice Riley.
Oh those were wonderful times.
Now you know I will be with you forever. It is a promise I made to you a long time ago on a warm spring day from three thousand miles away. It is a promise I will keep.
So no matter what Arsenal. I LOVE YOU!
~LeChat
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