Let's say the day started off well... light... not too many cares in the world. I made an easy one out of it. Headed to the pub for some of the early matches, as usual, with no personal agenda. I caught quite a bit of the MancScum match as they handed the proper Scum a proper beating.
An interesting spectacle did happen though. The Karate kid guy has been showing up a lot more lately. I wonder if it's because MancScum actually have a chance to win the title. You know I'm all for supporting your club but seriously just showing up for the big games and a chance at the title? Who are you kidding? We don't see you every weekend.
Enough of my veiled hatred for bandwagon supporters. However, to be in a pub while WestHam fight for relegation and not a single WestHam supporter was there. I find that truly disheartening.
So where should the beginning of the end start to begin. Shortly after the WestHam match, my Saturday began to unravel. I distinctly remember myself, HalfArseDean, MiniMourhino and LilBlondieGooner heading to the bar around the corner... partaking in happy hour shots.. heading back to the pub.
ManCity himself and crew happened to be there and the BeardedGooner showed up shortly after that. In reality, I think ManCity himself had more of a crew than the Gooners, which is very disheartening, indeed.
BeardedGooner and I decided we would out-city ManCity himself. I actually believe at this time the shots of espresso vodka had begun taking it's toll on me. It was a pretty good time. There weren't many in the pub at all but it was a cacophony of chants and songs and apparently some weird dance number.
I can't say there was anything interesting on the telly. So we made our own fun and just enjoyed a day with football on the screen. I had promised myself to go out to the Palace game but got distracted and ended up at MiniMourhino's place with a can of American craptastic in my hand.
I did get some socks with Special's logo on it... Thanks to ChelskiGirl who stopped in for a few before leaving to her ChelskiWorld.
The rest of the night I spent either sleeping or releasing the bile from my stomach into a waste disposal basket. Well I guess third isn't so bad, now that it's out of my system.
~LeChat
26 April 2010
19 April 2010
Wigan Away
FUCK!
That explains it all. A whole weekend of...
FUCK!
I really don't have much to say about that matter. A comfortable 2-nil that was decimated in a matter of 10 minutes.
EXACTLY 10 MINUTES
80', 89', 90'
What else can happen in 10 minutes?
Apparently there's a student film about it. You can look it up yourself cause I frankly can not be bothered to share the link. Similar to someone not being too bothered with...
KEEPING THE FUCKING BALL OUT OF THE NET!
By the way, if anyone has called me since Sunday and I haven't answered my phone or returned your calls... I do apologize.
~LeChat
That explains it all. A whole weekend of...
FUCK!
I really don't have much to say about that matter. A comfortable 2-nil that was decimated in a matter of 10 minutes.
EXACTLY 10 MINUTES
80', 89', 90'
What else can happen in 10 minutes?
Apparently there's a student film about it. You can look it up yourself cause I frankly can not be bothered to share the link. Similar to someone not being too bothered with...
KEEPING THE FUCKING BALL OUT OF THE NET!
By the way, if anyone has called me since Sunday and I haven't answered my phone or returned your calls... I do apologize.
~LeChat
15 April 2010
Spurs Away
Yes, you are right.
I had tried to push this to the back of my head. Way to the back, back where no one else can find it. I knew something was wrong. Something had to be wrong. I was having a good day, then all of the sudden the bottom dropped out. My wrist started to hurt, my sinuses started to go.
I sat at work with an annoyed agitation. Pulling my phone out of my pocket, I just knew it was not going to be good news.
Scum 2 - The Arsenal 1 ... 85 minutes.
The numbers taunted me. I remember looking at my co-worker and not having a clue what she had said. My mind had ventured off to North London and an invisible tear drained out of my eye.
There is losing, then there is losing to Scum.
St. Totteringham day can not come soon enough. My only hope is the rest of the season sees them finishing out of the top 6 but that is highly unlikely at this point in time.
I did make my way to the pub after work. It was a bit of a Ghost Town. Well there were people there but none of the ones that really mattered. I waited along for Sheffield to come up and we had a few pints.
I had settled on the third place finish a couple of weeks ago but still this loss was worst than losing to United and Chelski combined. Now, the Arsenal needs not to bollocks up the rest of the season and maintain an even keel, otherwise the boat is going to sink.
Now to look forward to the Crystal Palace Baltimore opener on Friday. It should be a good time. I know there is a bit of a buzz around the core. Tailgate at 5PM, Game at 7PM at UMBC.
Station, aka my band, also has a show on Saturday evening at the Sidebar. I do hope I get to sing a bit of Who the FUCK are Man United!
~LeChat
I had tried to push this to the back of my head. Way to the back, back where no one else can find it. I knew something was wrong. Something had to be wrong. I was having a good day, then all of the sudden the bottom dropped out. My wrist started to hurt, my sinuses started to go.
I sat at work with an annoyed agitation. Pulling my phone out of my pocket, I just knew it was not going to be good news.
Scum 2 - The Arsenal 1 ... 85 minutes.
The numbers taunted me. I remember looking at my co-worker and not having a clue what she had said. My mind had ventured off to North London and an invisible tear drained out of my eye.
There is losing, then there is losing to Scum.
St. Totteringham day can not come soon enough. My only hope is the rest of the season sees them finishing out of the top 6 but that is highly unlikely at this point in time.
I did make my way to the pub after work. It was a bit of a Ghost Town. Well there were people there but none of the ones that really mattered. I waited along for Sheffield to come up and we had a few pints.
I had settled on the third place finish a couple of weeks ago but still this loss was worst than losing to United and Chelski combined. Now, the Arsenal needs not to bollocks up the rest of the season and maintain an even keel, otherwise the boat is going to sink.
Now to look forward to the Crystal Palace Baltimore opener on Friday. It should be a good time. I know there is a bit of a buzz around the core. Tailgate at 5PM, Game at 7PM at UMBC.
Station, aka my band, also has a show on Saturday evening at the Sidebar. I do hope I get to sing a bit of Who the FUCK are Man United!
~LeChat
07 April 2010
Barca Away (CL)
I sold my team for 2 packs of crips and a pint of porter. While I sat in my semi-air conditioned office building, shuffling papers for the good of those who can't afford an attorney but need representation. FOUR THOUSAND AND NINE MILES away, mas o menos, my beloved club dropped the ball against my other loved but not as much club.
In a perfect world, it would have been a final. I would have loved another Arseloba final. But no. 90 degree weather NO! Building management ceasing to realise the outside temperature is not suppose to equal the inside temperature NO!
So, I remember at one point in time, leaving my desk, absentmindedly walking out into the hall to check my phone for scores and messages, and getting this distinct sinking feeling.
It was as if I heard thousands of souls crying out in pain and then silence.
It was no moon.
The little green light danced at the top of my mobile. My comrade, A Certain Scouser, had been sending me various texts on the colour of Theo's boots and the statistics of Barca versus Arsenal completed passes. That was all I needed to know that it had all gone pear shape with no room for recovery.
I had to wait for my usual mid-week vehicle of ArsenalTV to take a good look at the highlights this morning. I dared not read an actual article of the foretold disaster that laid, well now behind me. My only real surprise about it, is the Arsenal scored first off of a really bad ball, all the way around.
I made mention to the actual tie on the Pub blog, found here. I honestly can't really think of much to say about it all. We got beat. We got beat well. We got beat honest.
ChelskiGirl sent me some condolences, to which I could only reply with indifference. I didn't expect much to happen. A miracle was needed. ACMilan also thought I'd be a bit more upset. I actually think it wrinkled him a bit that I wasn't.
I don't know. I have seen many highs and many lows to not really care when the expected result is concluded and... well... expected. The score line was not even a surprise. Let's just say, all of the goals were even underwhelming.
By the way, GET US OUT OF FUCKING SCUM WHITE!
I will not stand for this shit anymore. Seriously!
OK good news, now that I've let that out, mentioning clubs that play in white who are usually facist dictator loving narcissist. My Real loving cousin finally made it back from the Middle East. There is a nice video of him and his wing returning.
Hopefully I can get him out to some Crystal Palace games and World Cup ties this summer. We will see. We will see.
Oh and headline of the week, courtesy of the Guardian.
MANCHESTER UNITED CRASH OUT OF EUROPE
I swore it said crashed in Munich before. Oh wells, not going to grasp at too many straws to fit my own agenda.
And a little note to ACMilan, I will dig out the post where you said it was going to be an all English final. I will throw it in your face and say to you, I told you it was not going to happen.
Never doubt the great predictor! I got nine lives and a sixth sense.
~LeChat
In a perfect world, it would have been a final. I would have loved another Arseloba final. But no. 90 degree weather NO! Building management ceasing to realise the outside temperature is not suppose to equal the inside temperature NO!
So, I remember at one point in time, leaving my desk, absentmindedly walking out into the hall to check my phone for scores and messages, and getting this distinct sinking feeling.
It was as if I heard thousands of souls crying out in pain and then silence.
It was no moon.
The little green light danced at the top of my mobile. My comrade, A Certain Scouser, had been sending me various texts on the colour of Theo's boots and the statistics of Barca versus Arsenal completed passes. That was all I needed to know that it had all gone pear shape with no room for recovery.
I had to wait for my usual mid-week vehicle of ArsenalTV to take a good look at the highlights this morning. I dared not read an actual article of the foretold disaster that laid, well now behind me. My only real surprise about it, is the Arsenal scored first off of a really bad ball, all the way around.
I made mention to the actual tie on the Pub blog, found here. I honestly can't really think of much to say about it all. We got beat. We got beat well. We got beat honest.
ChelskiGirl sent me some condolences, to which I could only reply with indifference. I didn't expect much to happen. A miracle was needed. ACMilan also thought I'd be a bit more upset. I actually think it wrinkled him a bit that I wasn't.
I don't know. I have seen many highs and many lows to not really care when the expected result is concluded and... well... expected. The score line was not even a surprise. Let's just say, all of the goals were even underwhelming.
By the way, GET US OUT OF FUCKING SCUM WHITE!
I will not stand for this shit anymore. Seriously!
WE ARE THE FUCKING ARSENAL!
OK good news, now that I've let that out, mentioning clubs that play in white who are usually facist dictator loving narcissist. My Real loving cousin finally made it back from the Middle East. There is a nice video of him and his wing returning.
Hopefully I can get him out to some Crystal Palace games and World Cup ties this summer. We will see. We will see.
Oh and headline of the week, courtesy of the Guardian.
MANCHESTER UNITED CRASH OUT OF EUROPE
I swore it said crashed in Munich before. Oh wells, not going to grasp at too many straws to fit my own agenda.
And a little note to ACMilan, I will dig out the post where you said it was going to be an all English final. I will throw it in your face and say to you, I told you it was not going to happen.
Never doubt the great predictor! I got nine lives and a sixth sense.
~LeChat
05 April 2010
Wolves at Home
Another holiday weekend passes with much ado about nothing. My Friday was spent stumbling around the point, trying to avoid eating meat and not avoid the finer beverages that life has to offer.
As I stated in the beginning, much ado about nothing. Sushi had become the order of the day and it was a bit underwhelming to say the least. However, the 22 ounce Kirin Lager did make things go down a little better.
I stumbled my way through the windy streets of the lower point and into the pub. It was good fortune, as I had tried to raise MiniMourinho on the phone but he was a bit under the weather.
There on the television, in it's full glory, was the MancScum and Bayern Champions League tie. While some people get upset at knowing the result prior to the finish of the game. I am one who spent most of his early days as a supporter watching replays on Wednesday afternoons when I got home from school.
In my opinion, knowing the result only gives you part of the story. It doesn't give you the full pitch battles that may have happened from end to end. The fluke that just so happened to get bobbled or just how that sprain/broken metatarsal occurred. I am one who enjoys the nuance of a good match.
Let's just say, a few rum and cokes later, I was feeling quite good and quite impressed with what Bayern had shown on the pitch. They look dangerous.
My Friday ended with a short walk up to ChelskiGirl's restaurant for a nice grilled salmon. I guess there is something good about Good Friday after all. It's funny that I follow the tradition in the spiritual sense. It's sort of like making sure I put my left shoe on first, doesn't really have anything to do with anything, just kind of a traditional.
SATURDAY
A big day for a good tie. The two thorns in my side, Chelski and MancScum were facing off. A draw was what I prayed for, as it kept both of them within striking distance and would mean that the Arsenal had a decent chance for top of the league.
As I stated and will state once again, this weekend was much ado about nothing. Seriously, while it was probably the best game I've seen from the two sides in recent week, it ruined what chance of a league title that could be seen.
At the final whistle, I felt like all the wind had been knocked out of me. I started pointing fingers and blaming the MancScum for being mediocre on a day when they needed to be slightly better. In my heart of hearts, I know it came down to those one or two games where the Arsenal drew instead of finishing.
Finishing, I do not believe I understand that word.
The pub had been chock full of Chelski and MancScum. There were quite a few sad faces at the end of it all. MiniMourinho decided to do another stand on the bar for a rousing course of 10 Men went to Mow.
Our small contingent of Arsenal, with the help of Sheffield and Irish decided to start singing about all sorts of things. Some of which had nothing to do with the actual games at hand.
By the time the Arsenal match came on, I was just about hoarse. It was a lackluster match from end to end. The keeper for Wolves played a nice game. I can say that and the last minute finish, well... I don't know what to say but I think the Arsenal was very lucky and I do not mind that chant one bit.
I started to watch the ManShitty match but once it was about 4-nil decided it was best for me to end the day. I mentioned to ManCity himself that they were going to score six and so it was. I think with World Cup coming up, my scoring prediction powers are re-emerging.
SUNDAY
I did not even think about football for once. Can you believe it?
Yah I lie, I just did not go out and watch any. I had more fun arguing with my church going relatives about books of the bible and general fallacies of religion as a whole. Easter is fun!
Miscellany
I am to start doing some guest writing on the Pub blog. Be on the lookout for that. It has to be of a slightly less biting style than this one, or so I've been asked. Now I need to just get myself into gear and do it.
Crystal Palace Baltimore season opener is on April 16 at UMBC. They are in a new league and it was always great fun for a long hot boring summer. This year they are to give the 35ers their own little section with beer garden included. Schedule!
It would be nice to see some of you Pub hooligans, er... I mean supporters out there lending your voice.
~LeChat
As I stated in the beginning, much ado about nothing. Sushi had become the order of the day and it was a bit underwhelming to say the least. However, the 22 ounce Kirin Lager did make things go down a little better.
I stumbled my way through the windy streets of the lower point and into the pub. It was good fortune, as I had tried to raise MiniMourinho on the phone but he was a bit under the weather.
There on the television, in it's full glory, was the MancScum and Bayern Champions League tie. While some people get upset at knowing the result prior to the finish of the game. I am one who spent most of his early days as a supporter watching replays on Wednesday afternoons when I got home from school.
In my opinion, knowing the result only gives you part of the story. It doesn't give you the full pitch battles that may have happened from end to end. The fluke that just so happened to get bobbled or just how that sprain/broken metatarsal occurred. I am one who enjoys the nuance of a good match.
Let's just say, a few rum and cokes later, I was feeling quite good and quite impressed with what Bayern had shown on the pitch. They look dangerous.
My Friday ended with a short walk up to ChelskiGirl's restaurant for a nice grilled salmon. I guess there is something good about Good Friday after all. It's funny that I follow the tradition in the spiritual sense. It's sort of like making sure I put my left shoe on first, doesn't really have anything to do with anything, just kind of a traditional.
SATURDAY
A big day for a good tie. The two thorns in my side, Chelski and MancScum were facing off. A draw was what I prayed for, as it kept both of them within striking distance and would mean that the Arsenal had a decent chance for top of the league.
As I stated and will state once again, this weekend was much ado about nothing. Seriously, while it was probably the best game I've seen from the two sides in recent week, it ruined what chance of a league title that could be seen.
At the final whistle, I felt like all the wind had been knocked out of me. I started pointing fingers and blaming the MancScum for being mediocre on a day when they needed to be slightly better. In my heart of hearts, I know it came down to those one or two games where the Arsenal drew instead of finishing.
Finishing, I do not believe I understand that word.
The pub had been chock full of Chelski and MancScum. There were quite a few sad faces at the end of it all. MiniMourinho decided to do another stand on the bar for a rousing course of 10 Men went to Mow.
Our small contingent of Arsenal, with the help of Sheffield and Irish decided to start singing about all sorts of things. Some of which had nothing to do with the actual games at hand.
By the time the Arsenal match came on, I was just about hoarse. It was a lackluster match from end to end. The keeper for Wolves played a nice game. I can say that and the last minute finish, well... I don't know what to say but I think the Arsenal was very lucky and I do not mind that chant one bit.
I started to watch the ManShitty match but once it was about 4-nil decided it was best for me to end the day. I mentioned to ManCity himself that they were going to score six and so it was. I think with World Cup coming up, my scoring prediction powers are re-emerging.
SUNDAY
I did not even think about football for once. Can you believe it?
Yah I lie, I just did not go out and watch any. I had more fun arguing with my church going relatives about books of the bible and general fallacies of religion as a whole. Easter is fun!
Miscellany
I am to start doing some guest writing on the Pub blog. Be on the lookout for that. It has to be of a slightly less biting style than this one, or so I've been asked. Now I need to just get myself into gear and do it.
Crystal Palace Baltimore season opener is on April 16 at UMBC. They are in a new league and it was always great fun for a long hot boring summer. This year they are to give the 35ers their own little section with beer garden included. Schedule!
It would be nice to see some of you Pub hooligans, er... I mean supporters out there lending your voice.
~LeChat
01 April 2010
Barcelona Home (CL)
There is not much to say. I do not even care to watch the highlights. I spent my time dealing with random mess at work instead of being able to watch the game. While I understand it was not a lackluster match; it was described as a grade school team playing against the World XI.
The result, well, it was a result, justified or not. Too little too late would probably be a more accurate phrasing. Depressing, not really but it is a rather sharp deficit to overcome away from home.
Injuries... meh, to be expected. I do not want to say the season is over but so far it is not looking good. The only hope is this weekend a giant meteor comes down.. no scratch that.. A giant robot squad from outer space comes down and makes MancScum and Chelski play against them for the fate of real estate on the moon.
As you know, there is prize real estate on the moon. Rumour has it that they just installed a new bouncy castle and log flume.
So what good came out of the night? I ended up seeing Iron Cross do a little undercover session at a yet to be named warehouse. GrumpyGooner was in full form as were the rest of his mates. They are doing a trip over to Berlin and some other places I am sure. This was their dress rehearsal, so to speak, and it was good.
There hasn't been much going on. A tight race for the top 3 spots. A tight race for the UEFA spot and a small battle to avoid the drop. My hope is that this weekend brings along something pleasurable to comment on.
~LeChat
The result, well, it was a result, justified or not. Too little too late would probably be a more accurate phrasing. Depressing, not really but it is a rather sharp deficit to overcome away from home.
Injuries... meh, to be expected. I do not want to say the season is over but so far it is not looking good. The only hope is this weekend a giant meteor comes down.. no scratch that.. A giant robot squad from outer space comes down and makes MancScum and Chelski play against them for the fate of real estate on the moon.
As you know, there is prize real estate on the moon. Rumour has it that they just installed a new bouncy castle and log flume.
So what good came out of the night? I ended up seeing Iron Cross do a little undercover session at a yet to be named warehouse. GrumpyGooner was in full form as were the rest of his mates. They are doing a trip over to Berlin and some other places I am sure. This was their dress rehearsal, so to speak, and it was good.
There hasn't been much going on. A tight race for the top 3 spots. A tight race for the UEFA spot and a small battle to avoid the drop. My hope is that this weekend brings along something pleasurable to comment on.
~LeChat
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