I know I know I usually do this the day after but I'm working on doing this today instead. When I first started this blog, I had mentioned that I would be writing on the day of eventually. I don't want to say this is the start of that veiled promise because it really isn't.
Tuesday
Better known as the retaliation from ACMilan. I'll mention it again. ACMILAN is not a turncoat or traitor or Chelski in disguise. He loves ACMilan so much. ACMilan is ACMilan even when faced with a train full of Roma supporters. Ask him about it, great story.
Tuesday Evening
Tuesday is burger night at the barnextdoor, so I was in the mood for a bleu burger, a nice pint and to pop by the pub to say "Hello" to the locals. I decided to head over after work and had a nice smooth drive. I got a decent parking spot and argued with one of the local beggars, actually the one I went Warrior of God on and doesn't seem to remember what I told him about bothering me.
I casually stroll by the pub and the Chelski locals are stumbling out. T-Bone gave me his normal greeting and started rattling off some of the high points of the CL games. MiniMourhino and Klanksy follow out a moment later with a Chelski geezer who was over for some conference on trees and had stumbled upon the pub.
We all exchanged pleasentries and I popped in to speak with the staff, who for some reason a majority of their names start with the letter "B". It's kind of odd. I know that in itself is not real strange per se, but it is a strange little pattern. I remember having a discussion with 3 out of the 4 one night when they were all working as well. Some customer or something kept getting two of them mixed up, which after thinking about it for a few minutes, you could see it and it didn't help that their names both began with "B".
Pub conspiracy or someone has taken their hiring patterns from the way Wenger buys players. (That's a little joke for those that get it.)
I go back out to the cafe tables where the Chelski boys are holding court and start saying my farewells and glad to meet yas, when it happens. For some reason, there is this vortex around the Chelski boys that sucks you in. MiniMourhino insisted I have a beer with them. I shrugged and went back in and ordered one.
What was suppose to be one beer ended up being another and listening to that infernal One Man went to mow song like 30 times. The Chelski geezer was pretty interesting though. He had grown up during the 70's in the terraces. He and I did sing Tottenham went to see the pope, which was fun in itself.
One of the local beggars came over, a bit drunken and started talking to us. He had some Ravens song, which I think he made up on the spot. He had to leave after a while though. MiniMourhino wasn't having it with him and words were thrown back and forth. The last thing I remember the guy saying to Mini was something along the lines of, "the next time I see you, you better not make me mad."
Eventually, I found my way out of the Chelski vortex. Leaving them with my Arsenal FC song and stumbling up the steps to the barnextdoor. I still had not had my burger yet and my stomach was about to remind me of that.
It appears the power of the Arsenal is very strong in this one.
Wednesday
Well we know the outcome of this glorious side that has now trounced upon whatever that team is called again. The next stages should be fun for the boys in red and white. I do understand though that my Ligue 1 team, Lyon, has created some problems for the Scousers.
I spent the better part of the game at work. I know it's very exciting. However, today was probably one of the better days for getting a lot stuff done at work. I wish every Wednesday was like today.
Fantastic result - Decent day at work - Funny texts from friends
What more is there to ask for?
~LeChat
04 November 2009
02 November 2009
SCUM! at Home (and I forgot the Milk Cup tie)
First of all, I want to apologize for missing the mid-week Milk Cup blog. I don't think it would have made much difference anyways. I did think about it. I watched the highlights but last week was trying, to say the least... and I'm sure my Scouse loving friends won't want me to mention too much about it. SO, I present a totally unrelated to anything football or Scouse blog filler video.
HALLOWEEN or the day The Arsenal stomped on the spirit of good ol' 'Arry!
It's not my fault you wanted to manage a shit team, mate. Scum *visibly shaking my head even as I type this.* Fahkin Scum. There is nothing more disgusting than the Scum, well Rooney had a kid but it's really not the kids fault though, is it? Not to mention that Rooney's kid came out of the womb with the Doctor's wallet and house keys.
What? I'm just saying.
The pub was a bit thin, as there was the Halloween tents and things going on the Thames but it was a decent crowd to say the least, for an early game. Gooners were a bit happier after the first 42 minutes but there were no Sp*rs supporters to be found.
I remember an email or something going about, trying to figure out the exact number of supporters that they have. I think we came up with the number 3, really 2 1/2 because the old guy with the beard is only a supporter because he's Jewish and doesn't know much about the game, but he tries.
And yes, before the Sheriff calls me anti-Semitic again for saying YIDS last week, that is why he told me he was a Sp*rs supporter. I can not make these things up. Anyways, where does MancScum get off calling me out on saying Yids...
They are the Yid Army. I didn't make that one up either, they did.
(It is a predominately Jewish area of North London.)
Wiki links.
Anyways, I'm done with the Scum as they take their rightful place below us on the table.
Fast Fact - Sp*rs have not beaten The Arsenal this century. (I know we are only 9 years into it but it's a nice little fact)
I won't mention the Scousers game too much but I do feel a tad bit of sorrow for their lot in life right now. It goes to show there are only 2 things are certain in football, and one of those is still under question.
I ended up arguing with one of the Scousers calling for Benetiz's job. I had to explain that if the players can't play because the manager is in their head, maybe they should find a new vocation. It's obvious something is going on at that club but to say that it's all Benetiz is a fahkin joke.
A few of the regular Scousers, seemed to be backing me up on my stance. I think he understood that not everything coming out of the Journo's pens is word of God because usually it's far off the mark. I may have been a little harsh but it's an argument that I find unfounded and without substance.
We shook hands and gave each other respect. I'm not a total piece of sh!t. I can respect the opinions of others, just that I'm usually right.
The Chelski game was interesting and quite a few of the blue crew showed up. The Gooners had stuck around mostly to harass everyone else and get drunk off the solid drubbing of the Scum.
When Chelski went up, the songs began flying back and forth. 3 - nil to the Arsenal was holding strong against whatever dribble was spewing from the Chelski boys and girls.
Then they got the fourth.
It was fun while it lasted. The songs and jokes continued into the MancScum game. Someone pointed out there were actually no Mancs in the pub. I think a friend of the BigAustrian showed up with some people and she may have been a Manc supporter, probably akin to having pimples I suppose. There's always one, somewhere, even if it's on your ass.
I remember some pictures being taken and a lot more singing and acting up among the regular crew. Pretzels was missed and his name was mentioned quite a few times but I'm sure he was enjoying the revelry from his spot in the terraces.
SUNDAY
Not much to mention. It was chilly and rainy. I didn't go out Halloween night, as I didn't feel like dealing with the randomness of Halloween, plus had fallen asleep around 6PM and woke up around 10PM and was overall lazy.
I had woken up earlier than usual, due to the time change. I headed down to the barnextdoor and enjoyed a good breakfast while talking with Jonfromnextdoor about the festivities of the night before, since he was working the secondfloornextdoor.
ChelskiGirl came along after a bit. Headache in tow, apparently her and A Certain Scouser got into some scotch or something at Birminghams house. Oh excuse me, BirMigHam or was it BirmingWho? Actually that works. The evolution of your blog name is now finished, in real time at that.
After a while, I went up to visit Barca, then came back to find the barnextdoor had become an American Football paradise. I had run into ManCity himself on the way back and decided to pop into the pub for the City/Shitty game. Which was a tad bit of a surprise. I figured it would be a one sided affair, so had not paid much attention to it.
I will say that with a total of maybe 10 people in the pub, that there is no doubt in my mind, that ManCity has a true passion for his club. I mean I knew it before but it's a good scene to see him being the only person screaming, or better yet encouraging his side to put one in and get it over with.
It was also probably the first time I actually sat and watched a game with really just him. Well there was a friend of his that had shown up just before I did and I believe one of the random Gooners that I am not too acquainted with but only by face, was sitting in the corner booth. It was a good random time though.
Sunday Evening
(liberties were taken with the conversation per my artistic license)
*musical ringtone*
me - Hey Milan.
AC - HEY! Man you should be here. OH my God this girl is hot.. she can't be with that dude. (yelling at couple) HEY is that your daughter? She's too hot for you!
me - Where?
AC - South Beach
(yelling at couple) No is that really your girlfriend? What does she... Are you sure?
me - You're so getting your ass kicked.
AC - It's like 80 here, I bet you are freezing your ass off.
me - meh, 50's and you're a dick for calling me from South Beach
AC - huh... oh man I swear that fat ugly guy can't be with that girl.
~Random talk about football and the weekend~
AC - OH you know that picture of me with the Chelski jersey, don't show that to anyone ok. It might ruin my reputation.
ME - Sure thing.
~LeChat
HALLOWEEN or the day The Arsenal stomped on the spirit of good ol' 'Arry!
It's not my fault you wanted to manage a shit team, mate. Scum *visibly shaking my head even as I type this.* Fahkin Scum. There is nothing more disgusting than the Scum, well Rooney had a kid but it's really not the kids fault though, is it? Not to mention that Rooney's kid came out of the womb with the Doctor's wallet and house keys.
What? I'm just saying.
The pub was a bit thin, as there was the Halloween tents and things going on the Thames but it was a decent crowd to say the least, for an early game. Gooners were a bit happier after the first 42 minutes but there were no Sp*rs supporters to be found.
I remember an email or something going about, trying to figure out the exact number of supporters that they have. I think we came up with the number 3, really 2 1/2 because the old guy with the beard is only a supporter because he's Jewish and doesn't know much about the game, but he tries.
And yes, before the Sheriff calls me anti-Semitic again for saying YIDS last week, that is why he told me he was a Sp*rs supporter. I can not make these things up. Anyways, where does MancScum get off calling me out on saying Yids...
They are the Yid Army. I didn't make that one up either, they did.
(It is a predominately Jewish area of North London.)
Wiki links.
Anyways, I'm done with the Scum as they take their rightful place below us on the table.
Fast Fact - Sp*rs have not beaten The Arsenal this century. (I know we are only 9 years into it but it's a nice little fact)
I won't mention the Scousers game too much but I do feel a tad bit of sorrow for their lot in life right now. It goes to show there are only 2 things are certain in football, and one of those is still under question.
I ended up arguing with one of the Scousers calling for Benetiz's job. I had to explain that if the players can't play because the manager is in their head, maybe they should find a new vocation. It's obvious something is going on at that club but to say that it's all Benetiz is a fahkin joke.
A few of the regular Scousers, seemed to be backing me up on my stance. I think he understood that not everything coming out of the Journo's pens is word of God because usually it's far off the mark. I may have been a little harsh but it's an argument that I find unfounded and without substance.
We shook hands and gave each other respect. I'm not a total piece of sh!t. I can respect the opinions of others, just that I'm usually right.
The Chelski game was interesting and quite a few of the blue crew showed up. The Gooners had stuck around mostly to harass everyone else and get drunk off the solid drubbing of the Scum.
When Chelski went up, the songs began flying back and forth. 3 - nil to the Arsenal was holding strong against whatever dribble was spewing from the Chelski boys and girls.
Then they got the fourth.
It was fun while it lasted. The songs and jokes continued into the MancScum game. Someone pointed out there were actually no Mancs in the pub. I think a friend of the BigAustrian showed up with some people and she may have been a Manc supporter, probably akin to having pimples I suppose. There's always one, somewhere, even if it's on your ass.
I remember some pictures being taken and a lot more singing and acting up among the regular crew. Pretzels was missed and his name was mentioned quite a few times but I'm sure he was enjoying the revelry from his spot in the terraces.
SUNDAY
Not much to mention. It was chilly and rainy. I didn't go out Halloween night, as I didn't feel like dealing with the randomness of Halloween, plus had fallen asleep around 6PM and woke up around 10PM and was overall lazy.
I had woken up earlier than usual, due to the time change. I headed down to the barnextdoor and enjoyed a good breakfast while talking with Jonfromnextdoor about the festivities of the night before, since he was working the secondfloornextdoor.
ChelskiGirl came along after a bit. Headache in tow, apparently her and A Certain Scouser got into some scotch or something at Birminghams house. Oh excuse me, BirMigHam or was it BirmingWho? Actually that works. The evolution of your blog name is now finished, in real time at that.
After a while, I went up to visit Barca, then came back to find the barnextdoor had become an American Football paradise. I had run into ManCity himself on the way back and decided to pop into the pub for the City/Shitty game. Which was a tad bit of a surprise. I figured it would be a one sided affair, so had not paid much attention to it.
I will say that with a total of maybe 10 people in the pub, that there is no doubt in my mind, that ManCity has a true passion for his club. I mean I knew it before but it's a good scene to see him being the only person screaming, or better yet encouraging his side to put one in and get it over with.
It was also probably the first time I actually sat and watched a game with really just him. Well there was a friend of his that had shown up just before I did and I believe one of the random Gooners that I am not too acquainted with but only by face, was sitting in the corner booth. It was a good random time though.
Sunday Evening
(liberties were taken with the conversation per my artistic license)
*musical ringtone*
me - Hey Milan.
AC - HEY! Man you should be here. OH my God this girl is hot.. she can't be with that dude. (yelling at couple) HEY is that your daughter? She's too hot for you!
me - Where?
AC - South Beach
(yelling at couple) No is that really your girlfriend? What does she... Are you sure?
me - You're so getting your ass kicked.
AC - It's like 80 here, I bet you are freezing your ass off.
me - meh, 50's and you're a dick for calling me from South Beach
AC - huh... oh man I swear that fat ugly guy can't be with that girl.
~Random talk about football and the weekend~
AC - OH you know that picture of me with the Chelski jersey, don't show that to anyone ok. It might ruin my reputation.
ME - Sure thing.
How's the weather in South Beach now?
~LeChat
26 October 2009
West Ham Away
This weekend was a difficult one all the way around and I'm not just talking about the draw. However, since I just mentioned the elephant in the room, I will say that it is a game of 2 halves and playing for the win in the first half does not mean running around the pitch with a finger up your ass the second half until the other side draws a red card and goes down 10 men.
We all know that a team down to 10 men is much harder to play against than a full squad...
Don't we?
Or am I mistaken and am one of the few people who pay attention to that stat?
Anyways enough on lackluster performances and blaming the referee for giving soft penalties. The Arsenal should be used to that by now.
Shouldn't we?
Alright now that is out of my system.
Saturday
I decided it was best for me to be away. I couldn't handle the idea of showing up to the Chelski match and not seeing Pretzels there with the rest of the Chelski crew. I understand it was a nice showing of people and the match final did them well. Pretzels must have been dancing in the terraces for this one.
Sunday
Waking up was a little tougher than usual. I found myself dragging as I got out of bed and headed to the pub. I was suppose to be doing some family stuff at the good old church but canceled out. I didn't really feel like being fake nice to anyone. Good thing though. I probably would have to contend with being purged or something if I walked through the door.
Football is my religion. Same God, just different scripture.
Actually it's all the same but I'm not going to wax philosophical on it but the season does play out like some strange parable with it's heroes, villains, anti-heroes and clubs in distress. A great myth being told over and over, of which we follow with baited breath, vile curses and celebratory cheer.
I made my way into the pub. Scousers had already taken over most of the seating. ScouseGrubs offered me a spot on the bench seats amongst the red tide. It was strange to say the least to be sitting amongst the Scousers and not getting anything nicked from me. Honestly though, they are a good group, even A Certain Scouser.
Sunday I will admit I was an honorary Scouser for all of 100 minutes. I even tried nicking some of the LFC stuff from the Librarian, whom I didn't know was a librarian but may have known that and forgotten it. Things like that happen with me.
Apparently, the Librarian did forget to give someone their change from signing up for their supporters club. Typical. Typical.
MiniMourinho did an announcement to raise some money for the Chelski kit that is going to have Pretzel's name on it. It's going to be framed and put up in the pub. A fitting tribute. I will admit I was shocked by just how generous people were in giving. MiniMourinho pointed out that most of the people weren't even the regular non-regulars, which made it even more touching.
Cheers for the pub and everyone pulling together in a time such as this.
Now back to the elephant in the room. We already mentioned it at the beginning. 2-nil and the Arsenal fucked it up... again. Alright, I'm done with that. BLAH.
The African contingent was upstairs. I think some of them snuck in the other door. I had gone upstairs to check on Ying. I forgot to mention Ying. Ying gets no cool name because Ying is cool enough. Plus there is no other way to describe Ying besides Ying. Anyways the upstairs was a little crazy, to say the least but B-Dawg and Brit seemed to have held it down.
The rest of the day was spent doing the typical Sunday-Funday stuff. I ran into an old acquaintance who was at the pub with his Irish brother-in-law watching the matches. We caught up a bit and had a laugh with some of the crew. Good times...
Miss you Pretzels.
~LeChat
We all know that a team down to 10 men is much harder to play against than a full squad...
Don't we?
Or am I mistaken and am one of the few people who pay attention to that stat?
Anyways enough on lackluster performances and blaming the referee for giving soft penalties. The Arsenal should be used to that by now.
Shouldn't we?
Alright now that is out of my system.
Saturday
I decided it was best for me to be away. I couldn't handle the idea of showing up to the Chelski match and not seeing Pretzels there with the rest of the Chelski crew. I understand it was a nice showing of people and the match final did them well. Pretzels must have been dancing in the terraces for this one.
Sunday
Waking up was a little tougher than usual. I found myself dragging as I got out of bed and headed to the pub. I was suppose to be doing some family stuff at the good old church but canceled out. I didn't really feel like being fake nice to anyone. Good thing though. I probably would have to contend with being purged or something if I walked through the door.
Football is my religion. Same God, just different scripture.
Actually it's all the same but I'm not going to wax philosophical on it but the season does play out like some strange parable with it's heroes, villains, anti-heroes and clubs in distress. A great myth being told over and over, of which we follow with baited breath, vile curses and celebratory cheer.
I made my way into the pub. Scousers had already taken over most of the seating. ScouseGrubs offered me a spot on the bench seats amongst the red tide. It was strange to say the least to be sitting amongst the Scousers and not getting anything nicked from me. Honestly though, they are a good group, even A Certain Scouser.
Sunday I will admit I was an honorary Scouser for all of 100 minutes. I even tried nicking some of the LFC stuff from the Librarian, whom I didn't know was a librarian but may have known that and forgotten it. Things like that happen with me.
Apparently, the Librarian did forget to give someone their change from signing up for their supporters club. Typical. Typical.
MiniMourinho did an announcement to raise some money for the Chelski kit that is going to have Pretzel's name on it. It's going to be framed and put up in the pub. A fitting tribute. I will admit I was shocked by just how generous people were in giving. MiniMourinho pointed out that most of the people weren't even the regular non-regulars, which made it even more touching.
Cheers for the pub and everyone pulling together in a time such as this.
Now back to the elephant in the room. We already mentioned it at the beginning. 2-nil and the Arsenal fucked it up... again. Alright, I'm done with that. BLAH.
The African contingent was upstairs. I think some of them snuck in the other door. I had gone upstairs to check on Ying. I forgot to mention Ying. Ying gets no cool name because Ying is cool enough. Plus there is no other way to describe Ying besides Ying. Anyways the upstairs was a little crazy, to say the least but B-Dawg and Brit seemed to have held it down.
The rest of the day was spent doing the typical Sunday-Funday stuff. I ran into an old acquaintance who was at the pub with his Irish brother-in-law watching the matches. We caught up a bit and had a laugh with some of the crew. Good times...
Miss you Pretzels. ~LeChat
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