Bloody hell I can barely remember the day. And now I have this sore throat and headache plus other symptoms that I believe someone infected me with swine flu.
I have to admit this was one of those weekends where there was not much happening as far as happenings which can happen. I did pick up my friend SkyBlue so she could work on her research paper for some class that she has. I am still unsure, all I know is that she said she wanted to go to the pub and observe soccer fans in their element.
I am always happy to oblige anyone who wants to come to the pub, of course. If downing a couple of pints and having a good time is your thing, even better. If you can pass it off as research for a paper... then much respect to you.
As I was saying, we take a seat at Irish's bar watching the last half of the first game. Some of the Chelski usuals come in and a few Scousers, not bad but my thought was that it was going to be slow.
All of the sudden the sky went dark, a tide of red began washing upon the shores of the Thames. SOMEONE please tell me how many bloody Scousers are in this city?
I departed upstairs along with the Chelski crew. I figured it would be much more tolerable to listen to them yammer along about how many millions they have to spend, then deal with the incessant GERRARD - TORRES love fest.
I thought it would have been a much closer affair, but it was not. The Chelski game did offer a nice surprise and the crew did what they do best, drown their sorrows in many pints and shots of liquid resolve.
After those games, headed back down stairs to watch the proper game for the afternoon. SkyBlue took up a corner and observed. Chelski lot gathered at one end of the bar and harassed. Mini-Murinho was doing a tour and kept up the hilarity. GrumpyGooner took a spot right in front. St.Nick had arrived prior to me getting down and was a little bit better off then the previous week.
LilBlondieGooner shows up with her usual jovialness (I know it's not a word). There was a discussion of a certain Italian born keeper. Bad impressions were made. I think Tony Spaghetti even came out of some one's mouth. When LilBlondie had to say something about herself being Italian.
The fireworks began to fly for about 20 minutes. We all know that 2006 World Cup was stolen by the cheating Italians. We all know that those cheating bastards conspired to get Zizou thrown off the pitch. We all know this. So why defend?
Personally, I believe I won the "Italy cheated FRANCE out of the World Cup" argument. I practice it all the time. I am sure LilBlondieGooner will disagree. The only good thing is we're both Arsenal at the end of the day. Cheating Italians.
I am sure ACMilan is going to jump all over this. He's been after me today about getting the blog up at a reasonable hour. I have a cold, I'm under the influence.
Towards the end of the match CrystalPalaceUS Manager comes in holding a cup. So I had to inquire since the boys did not do well during the season... I guess I should have been a little less blunt...
"What's the cup for?" I ask.
"It's the Maryland Cup." comes the reply.
"Ooh, how'd you get that, you did fuck-all during the season."
Dirty look from CrystalPalaceUS Manager.
He gave me some guff for breaking his balls so to speak. They were having a benefit that I couldn't quite afford but I do hope that it went well. So after the game we had to all leave for the boroughs from whence we came.
I had to drop SkyBlue off at the train. On my way back to the southside I got some rather interesting text from a certain Scouser.
Why don't any of us scousers get specific nicknames? we all get lumped together
Well I thought long and hard on it, actually I shot off a quick reply about not hanging out with the Scousers enough to come up with good nicknames. To which I received a less friendly reply, which I'm not going to quote but the final verdict was it is a 38 week season. So we will see.
Actually think it's funny, since Scouse is a sort of thrown together soup like thing. Just like everything goes in there that was leftover from the meals of the week. Or so that is my understanding of it... I don't think I would like it either.
I did have nicknames for a couple of the Scousers though. Oh mentioning Scousers, congrats to GingerScouse. I was wondering what these weirdos walking around in pink ties and sambas were doing.
Sunday-Funday ended up being not really exciting. I spent a great deal of the morning hanging next door with Jonfromnextdoor on the second floor. Try the pulled pork breakfast burrito. I did stick my head in to speak to Irish and see who was around. Sunderland Wolves attracted a whole 4 people from what I saw and I don't believe any of them were there for the match.
ChelskiGirl joined up with us next door and we sat around making fun of each other for a few bits, while American Football was being played. Local team was stomping the other team so I pretended to care.
That game is just too slow and time consuming for me. There is never a flow.. start... stop... start... stop... worst then being on a broken roller coaster or an elevator where someone hits the button for every floor.
I guess it is something that most people grow up on. I never was a big fan. There was not a local team during my formative years and I had caught the bug for proper football during that time. I believe this is probably one of the better things that ever happened in my life. That and knowing who the hell Pele was before the age of 5.
I am making less sense as the cold medicine begins kicking in.
~LeChat
