Life’s too short to stay sober

Football has evolved plenty over the years. We fans have sooooo much to say.

I'm reading team news (other teams too) and specifically, stuff on Liverpool. They're probably going to finish 6th or 7th, and haven't won the league since 1990.

It's how funny, that their fans are pondering the following:

Rafa Benitez or Fernando Torres?

Apparently if Benitez stays, Torres wants out. If Benitez goes, then Torres possibly stays.

These things will never be up to us fans.

Arsenal, according to statistics, aren't any much better than Liverpool, but the extra 3 games that we've won and the fewer draws means that we're in 3rd place, possibly 4th. If we relinquish 3rd spot to Sp*rs, it would be unthinkable. It is still mathematically possible, provided we throw the last game at home and Sp*rs win their next 2.

Whatever it is, 3rd is absolutely necessary to seal right now, because not playing those extra 2 tricky qualifiers for the group stages of the CL would mean that we won't go through almost half a season with a lame 'game-in-hand'. These days, it's way better to have friggin' points on the board. This 'game-in-hand' nonsense did not bode well for Arsenal, a team that has developed 'complacent' as her middle name.

While the scousers are debating Rafa's exit, there is a bunch of Gooners who are calling for Wenger's head. They have gotten quite a tad louder this season, and it's hardly a surprise. I don't think it's 100% warranted, but I think the management at the club and the players need a good kick in the butt. We just aren't good enough as of late and Wenger does what he always does, by defending each of their sorry asses even though they aren't up to it at all. The squad needs reinforcements, but thanks to Vermaelen and previous signings being 'unknowns' until they get to Arsenal, Wenger seems to prefer to stick with people that simply aren't good enough because they're at the club longer. There is not a single fuckin' doubt that we need reinforcements, and if the boss does not recognise this and most importantly, take action, then we're really doomed for next season.

Every fuckin season, we always harp on the next season being better. Every damn fuckin season, there is an excuse. Injuries, injuries, injuries. Always injuries. You'd expect that those who get their chances when the first XI is out to take their chances, but apparently they behave as though they will walk into the team anyway. The whole issue about injuries is that it's not a new issue at all. It's been there since Adam and Eve and if we don't have a squad with good cover, we're always going to suffer. Had Wenger paid Bordeaux the 8 million they wanted for Chamakh, I believe he could have been the player to make the difference. Bendtner crashed his Aston Martin and his groin suffered more than his car. Van Persie has never stayed fit for an entire season. Eduardo is struggling to overcome that horror leg break. Chamakh, would have made a difference, instead of playing Arshavin up front.

In the previous season, we needed midfield reinforcements. Wenger refused to pay 2 million more for Xabi Alonso. Don't need to tell you what he could add to the team.

The truth is, his transfer policy needs to change. The bulk of us still believes in him but that trust isn't going to stay forever. It is not the same as the blind faith he puts in the hands (or legs) or Denilson and Diaby, classic strollers. Or how about the joke of two keepers? I'm still sore over the way he did away with Jens Lehmann. I don't understand why he couldn't do the same with those 2 numbshites. Lehmann cost us 2 points. I don't think I need to count how many Almunia and Flappy have. It's like, the situation is not glaringly obvious enough.

So, the day after the Blackburn game and yet another diabolical performance by Flappy, the media is in full swing. Gigi Buffon seems to be open to a move to England, but his contract doesn't run out for another 3 years. He'll cost money no doubt, but I won't bet on Wenger signing one of the best keepers in the world because he can't make he any better than he is. However, anyone with ambition would not want to come to Arsenal because this is a team of strollers.

I don't blame Arshavin for wanting out. Sometimes I look at the squad and I think about how Fabregas manages to choose to stay over the glitz and glamour of Barcelona. No one's going to remember Cesc Fabregas of Arsenal who didn't win anything. And for Arshavin, he turns 29 soon and it's probably his last chance to win anything in his career now. Even Thierry Henry left for Barcelona and it was with them did he win the European crown. The only thing is, Shava's performances in the team this season really isn't worthy of winning anything either. He's one of the players who can make a difference, and he did it at Zenith when they won the UEFA Cup. He was magical for Russia as well. We all know that if he steps it up and gives his best he has the power to change things but clearly, he doesn't want to take his foot off the brakes either so screaming that he wants to go to Spain is probably the only option left, considering how he enjoys bleating to he media. There is no difference between him and Adebayor really, except that Adebayor is dumber for giving that interview where he blamed the fans for his poor performances to a legit source, the BBC. Shava simply banks on the concept of being 'lost in translation', by bleating to foreign tabloids. My guess is that he's off.

I think we have severe midfield problems, especially when Song and Fabregas do not play. Joe Cole is so not the answer to this one. A combative player that asserts himself and hates to lose is one. Had Ramsey not been out I believe he could have made a difference. He's an ambitious boy, evidently, more ambitious that the double Ds who I believe don't deserve to wear the shirt. Diaby provides glimpses of what he can do, but it seems that when he doesn't suffer niggling injuries here and there to take a break once in a while, he's really shit when playing games on the trot.

All I want now, is for Arsenal to seal 3rd spot. Sp*rs and Citeh play each other, and if Sp*rs don't win that one then we're there. That game is a pretty tricky one to predict. It's almost a cup final. Anyway, after unambitious Citeh watched the Blackburn game, do they regret not attacking our goal as much? It was one of those games where 3 points against Arsenal are handed to you on a platter. Any game against Arsenal is, as long as one of Almunia or Flappy is in goal. If Sp*rs beat Citeh then they're going to rue just that.

P.S. I'm kinda glad that united pretty much only have the Carling Cup. The faggot next door really is damn irritating.

Labels: Andrei Arshavin, Arsene Wenger, clown in goal, Liverpool, Man City, Sp*rs

A Little Drunken Madness @ 9:24 PM

it sure is tough to be a fan in times like these, watching your team getting fucked by Barcelona and then by the likes of sp*rs.

we all know that things like these shouldn't be happening to a top team like arsenal, but they have. what remains now is to close the book on the 'same old fucking story' and move forward. we were on the ascend 2 seasons ago when we almost won the league. and then we lost flamini and wenger's trust in his players, in addition to his frugal transfer policy, simply meant that departing players weren't properly replaced.

and that story continued, while he gave his players time to decide when it was to actually step up and be counted. one of the beneficiaries of that was Alex song. happened in a timely fashion as well, when we really needed him. what remained, was a decent enough back up. when injuries occur, a lack of players to do a decent job simply means taking a step forward just to take several fucking steps back.

what needs to be done in the summer is plain and simple. bring in decent cover. we definitely need a striker and a centre back. I can't see wenger replacing almunia but he really has to. almunia is worst than all of the keepers in the top 8 teams. everton have Tim Howard, villa have brad fredriel, city have what given, so on and so forth. you get my point. almunia just isn't top class.

wenger has always been known for his ruthlessness in the transfer market and he needs to do the same for his squad - rid all the deadwood. reliance on youth isn't a bad thing, but complete and blind reliance is. you look at denilson, and it's really fucking difficult to think any more than him being cover for any of the midfield positions. will his name always be first on the teamsheet? can't see that happening. even Aaron ramsey was making strides ahead of him and could have made a difference had that fucking shawcross not been such a retarded Fuck face. put simply, just not good enough to even be called upon when needed, even less on a regular basis and he's had arguably the most chances to make it in the first team as compared to the others.

peter hill-wood has came out several times to state that Wenger has the funds to spend. the boss simply chooses not to. he's going to assess the squad's capacity to win things before committing his future. he kinda has some part to play in that and if he is the cause of arsenal's lack of competitiveness at the highest level on all fronts, then how is he the one who's to make that 'informed' decision?

all I want now is the club to take the experience of this season in good stride and move forward. we need at least 3 top players to really put up a better fight.

Labels: it's a team game damnit, Sp*rs, we have a clown for a keeper

A Little Drunken Madness @ 7:46 PM

If we were to go into individual performances, it would look like this:

Almunia: prefers punching the ball when catching it is the better option 99.9% of the time
Sagna: got owned by Bale
Vermaelen: not on the pitch long enough to influence things
Campbell: STAR PERFORMER. Should have had 2 goals.
Clichy: totally gave up
Denilson: defensive side of his game improving, forward passes same old story
Diaby: for someone as skillful as he is, poor touches all around
Nasri: definitely not a replacement for Cesc. No spark, no penetration.
Rosicky: a lot of misplaced passes
Eboue: poor
Bendtner: also poor
Walcott: should have started ahead of eboue, whipped in that perfect cross for Bendtner to make his only contribution so as to not look as pathetic
Silvestre: needs to leave. Campbell at 35 is miles better than he is.

This is an all-rounded shit performance. So often this season, we've been the team that has been beating the odds. Then Barcelona came and bossed us around, because they're good. This time, we let Sp*rs, look good.

It was the same old story really, with Barcelona. You would have thought that playing against the best team in the world, it's ok to look bad. The team looked equally bad this time and their keeper was made to look top class, in contrast to our clown.

To Almunia's credit, he did do well on most occasions, save for the goals he conceded. The second was no fault of his, but the first definitely was. Continental keepers like to punch instead of catch huh? At least punch it out of play or get more distance with it. Isn't the easier solution catching the ball? His brilliant punch made way for that goal. Nice assist la.

Every game, he does well, except when he concedes. There is simply no chance of him having a good game.

Having a one week break was supposed to be helpful, but we looked so fucking lethargic and hung over.

There is no spark in this side without their captain. No spark without Arshavin. No spark without Van Persie. The latter, proven, when he came on, he changed the game. His shot on goal galvanised the side and we pressed on and pulled one back but it wasn't enough. We coped with the loss of Van Persie all throughout the season, we had Cesc who literally carried the team on his shoulders. Now that he is out, his beloved team simply crumbles.

The season is really over after this defeat. The team knew that anything less than a win would spell the end, and perhaps this weighed a tad too long on their minds. Like the game at Wolves, it really took incredible mental strength to come away with the win and perhaps it has all ran out. Sp*rs wanted it so much more than we did.

I think this is karma for laughing at their Pompey loss. And I think this game is fixed, because Arsenal were the big fat favourites to take this one after Sunday's events.

So, who took all the money at the expense of pride?

Labels: clown in goal, Sp*rs

A Little Drunken Madness @ 4:58 AM

It's been a helluva long time since I posted. I blame my computer. I considered typing an entire post on my phone but decided against it. For all of the Hero's perks, the touch keyboard just ain't up to it. Besides, the Android auto correct is enough to drive me nuts, yet without it, slight typos make for a lot of back-spacing. Scratch that. Typing on my Hero totally means tons of back-spacing.

We face Sp*rs tomorrow morning. Or night. Whichever way you have it. It's a big game, as with all North London Derbies, except that this one would spell the end of the season for the club that doesn't get 3 points. If Arsenal wins, we're on course to overtake United for 2nd spot, and could still claim the title if Chelsea manage to fuck up and drop at least 4 points. And then we'll declare St. Totteringham's Day and drink till we all forget our names.

If Sp*rs lose, then they effectively take themselves out of the reckoning for 4th spot, leaving City sitting there comfortably. The brother wants Sp*rs to claim that 4th over City, but if I had to choose between those 2 cunts then City it is. Same reason, same rationale behind our choices. Liverpool aren't even close to smelling 4th so Rafa can eat his words, along the lines of "I guarantee 4th spot".

The last weekend was nothing short of magnificent. It was a matchday with plenty of goalless draws in the league, and in a game that mattered. United were held 0-0 at Ewood park. We are due to travel there too, but I'll save this for when it's about to happen. We gotta cover that hilarious FA Cup semi final between Sp*rs and Pompey.

Portsmouth prepared for the game with their official relegation from the league. They've been poor when the season started, but kept it together and against all odds, reached the semis. Sp*rs on the other hand, must have thought that it was their's to lose, and probably thought that their name was already engraved on the cup. It was not to be, and I was choosing between watching the league game between Hull and Burnley and that semi-final game. I thought the spuds would entertain me better and it proved the right choice.

All I wanted really, was it to be level on 90 minutes so that there was extra time. And by George, it happened. Initially I hoped it remained level with the game going to penalties so that David James in Pink could be the hero but the result I didn't wish for, was 7843095745873045870 times better. A Dawson slip and then the deadlock was broken, and Pompey never looked back, with the help of the ref of course. If you asked me, this is all karma. I've always thought Arry to be responsible for Pompey's current plight. When he went to Sp*rs, he brought over their best players at a cut price. The way he spent before was nothing short of disgraceful as well, so I guess this is his just desserts.

Ahead of the big clash, we have some very positive news. Robin Van Persie makes his return from injury, but with B52 in good scoring form, he should be on the bench. No news about Song though, so I hope he'll be in there, otherwise, Diaby could drop deeper while Rosicky and Nasri take care of things as the other 2 in the midfield 3. Both teams play each other on the back of cup exits, but I think the extra time we've had to get over ours could prove crucial. Besides, we were beaten by the best team in the world. Nothing to be ashamed of, nothing hilarious either. With our current injury ravaged squad, it really isn't too bad to get all the help we need, especially the favour Pompey provided.

Thank you Avram Grant. I have a new found respect for you. That win over Sp*rs, really has got to be credited to his ingenuity.

I am so excited to see RVP in Arsenal colours again.

Labels: oh God please YES, portsmouth, Sp*rs

A Little Drunken Madness @ 1:14 AM

I THINK INJURY NEWS ARE A FORM OF MIND GAMES.

We know Rooney got an injury in Germany, but he'll be out 2 weeks tops, and will only miss 3 games and be ready for City. Before the confirmation of that news, I think the whole world (esp Chelsea fans) laid in wait for news that he won't face Chelsea. In any case, United will be out to prove that they are not a one man team (they so are lol. Before, it was Ronaldo's team.). Chelsea haven't gone to Old Trafford and got a win in a long time and they're missing quite a few first teamers too, so it might be down to Malouda vs Gary Neville. Um. Is there even a contest there? Malouda is no Ribery but well, we see tonight. Faggotson will prolly play Park and command him to provide support for old Gary. Yet again, Asians and their work ethic.

After United and Chelsea fuck each other up their cunts, Arsenal will face Wolves. Regardless of the earlier result, we need all 3 points, no question about that. Denilson and Clichy who had minor injury complaints were passed fit and I'd expect them to start. Sometimes, resting players can backfire. Have a full team out there to provide continuity for Barca. That game at St. Andrews didn't do much for the teams morale.

Wenger in his press conference has clarified several 'rumours' about Cesc playing through injury with an already broken leg. I think that's pretty absurd, and it's funny how Wenger has MRI scans to back him up. I would think that Arsenal owns their own multi million dollar scanning machine since we use it so often. I can imagine us running a free clinic and still make money. But yes, only one Tony Colbert and I think he is the busiest man in the whole wide world.

More clarification on the Cesc injury is that he'll be out 4 weeks min, and 6 max. Not min 6 weeks. But you know Wenger and how he's obsessed with taking the max and quite rightly so. He gambled with injuries in recent times and I haven't really thought of any that really paid off, save for the Cesc cameo at home to Aston Villa. After that, he was out again.

The other injury we got that night was to Gallas. It sure looked serious and the official site said 3 weeks but Wenger feels it could be longer. And then Domenech comes out bleating and whining. Good Lord. International managers can simply fuck off, just just follow in Capello's footsteps. He doesn't interfere with club selections and minds his own business while plotting behind closed doors. That lousy Domenech, will never win anything for France. And he's too free from having nothing better to do, enough to shit Wenger for playing Gallas. Yo. We pay his wages. And for such a big clash like Barca, which walking wounded wouldn't want to be fit and play. That shit French manager can simply fuck the hell off. Arsene Wenger owes him nothing, and when he returned Diaby crocked from playing for him, there was nothing wrong with that.

Lastly, Mr Arshavin is a pessimist, but is not negative. I don't see how the two are unrelated really. Aren't they almost the same thing? Your poor outlook will add to negativity. He turns 29 at the end of May though, and at that sort of age, you know your days are numbered. Next season could be the last chance to win anything, esp if we don't win anything this term. If he didn't miss a sitter last week then we would be in an even better position now, not having to depend on Sp*rs. We have to beat them after Barca and then pray that they beat Chelsea and United. And it's a double-edged sword at best, because beating those 2 will put them in serious reckoning for 4th spot and CL qualification. I, however, think that it isn't such a bad idea. They don't have the squad capable for challenging in all competitions. When they were in the UEFA Cup, they screwed up the league and was fighting relegation. Then their current twitchy manager managed to haul them back from the bottom end for a mid-table finish, but not enough for Europe. The only reason why they're doing well this term is because they don't exactly have much to play for, just domestic matters. While their players are being awed by Europe's elite competition, they might just be fighting relegation again next season.

Before we can continue to dream again, we gotta do away with Wolves. This month, is going to be fucking crucial, and how many times have we played April with all to play for?

Labels: Cesc Fabregas, Man Utd, Sp*rs, William Gallas

A Little Drunken Madness @ 11:43 AM

I caught the first half of the Sp*rs game. And then the beginning of the second half, up until the point where Defoe scored to make it 1-0.

And then I switched to watching Private Practice.

And went to bed without checking the score.

So I just did. And Everton came back from 2-0 down to draw 2-2, with Defoe, the league's top scorer thanks to that fluke game with Wigan, missed a penalty. I mean, this has got to be the weekend of missed penalties. Cesc was probably the one who started it off and then Chelsea and now Sp*rs. What's funny is, Cesc's penalty miss did not result in points loss. In Chelsea's case it could have made a difference. In Sp*rs case, they lost 2 points. What should hurt more is that they missed the chance to overtake Arsenal once more in the league and stay 4th.

TWO NIL AND YOU FUCKED IT UP.

This has totally made my day. I mean, after watching Adebayor at the weekend and how he decided to become a defender as well and then scored an own goal. It's like Vermaelen for us. He's been a top top top defender who has goals in his Arsenal. So Adebayor, wanted to prove that he can do both as well. Of course, it's a one-match thing. He only steps up a gear when he plays the bigger teams. Oh how hardworking he is. He did create City's equaliser and City went on to win but no one's complaining since it's Chelsea. I don't know anyone in the world in the right mind who would root for Chelsea if you are a neutral supporter. Of course, being neutral means not being emotionally involved but that is hardly possible in football.

Just like how watching Sp*rs fuck it up totally sends glee through my veins.

No more Monday blues for me.

I wore my white kit out yesterday, the one dedicated to Arshavin. Should flaunt it a little more, that expensive thing. I met a Sp*rs fan. How often do you meet weird people like that, when you don't live in North London. Anyway ahahaha, it makes me so glad to know how he's feeling a lot of shit right now. It's priceless when this happens to the spuds. Why do they even bother.

So, there isn't any updates regarding the injuries suffered at Stoke. Man Utd is having a ball of a time with their extremely makeshift defence. Our problems probably lie in attack but that's where we have the greatest depth in. That's got to start showing soon. The lads would be getting a good rest while the youngsters take the field. Hopefully the senior players will play in the same way they did against Stoke, in addition to better finishing and no missed penalty. heh.

We've lost to both Chelsea and Man Utd already. We need to take the Liverpool game at least. Man Utd have shown last season that you don't have to take maximum points from the big boys to win the league but this season may not be the case with Chelsea taking lots of points from the rest of the title challengers. We need to keep on winning.

Labels: Chelsea, Emmanuel Adebayor, headless fans, Sp*rs

A Little Drunken Madness @ 10:34 AM

I turned on the TV yesterday when I got back from the Liz and I jinxed Liverpool. Normally, when I do that, I have to watch them win. But nooo, everything went so well on Sp*rs demolition day I decided to try my luck again, with Man City.

They got a draw. I watched from the hour mark so I missed the penalty save by Shay Given. Damnnnn. Should have started watching waaaaaaay earlier. A draw nonetheless, their 4th in a row. Their drive to go forward only lasted the initial stages of the season. Adebayor didn't play and I guess that made a difference (no compliments to him tyvm).

It is interesting to note that there is a Ferguson and a Benitez in Birmingham City.

I had a great time reading all the Arsenal blogs after the Sp*rs win.They were epic and awesome. Much of it was centred on Keane's comments before the game, talking up Sp*rs to Arsenal's level. He claims good ol sp*rs have strength in depth even though Defoe, Lennon and Modric were unable to participate.

And then after the game, Sp*rs started moaning about their injury woes.

Nothing like finding excuses really, just like ol Harry's game of football. If you played in Harry's football league, every game comprises only of 42 minutes. If you hold off the team you're playing against for 42 minutes, keeping the score goalless, you're on your way to pulling off a 'great result'. All you need to do, is play well for 42 minutes.

Sad to say, Sp*rs are playing in the Barclay's Premier League, and like all other football games at the top level, the game lasts a minimum of 90 minutes.

I guess, for teams who come to the Emirates, we are such a formidable team to beat, hence keeping it goalless for the first 42 minutes is a mean feat you can be proud of, regardless of the final score with 90 minutes have passed, plus added time.

Hold off Arsenal for 42 minutes and you're guaranteed a win. They should have a sign somewhere to motivate the away teams.

Sad ol Harry. He couldn't come up with more creative excuses.

I'm going to watch Cesc's goal again and laugh some more. I don't know if he has any idea what he did to all of us, fans at the Emirates and fans catching the game elsewhere. I think we went bonkers for the next 5 minutes in utter disbelief yet complete joy which words can't describe.

Oh right. I got the word.

It's pandemonium.

Labels: Cesc Fabregas, Man City, one of my many theories, Sp*rs

A Little Drunken Madness @ 2:15 AM

Sooooo.

Got back from the Liz where it was the most happening it has ever been. Or at least when I'm there. The atmosphere was fantastic and so was the game. What a splendid pairing.

The signed Arsenal ball went to someone who didn't know Cesc Fabregas' previous number before he got the 4. Hell. I even know the number he first got at Arsenal. MEH.

We should have an Arsenal knowledge quiz instead boy.

The game. It started quite badly, we thought the lads were doing badly. They weren't going for the ball as much as we expect them too and Sp*rs were getting on really well with the interceptions and the disruption of our flowing attacking football. They probably spent too much time doing that until they didn't have much chances in front of goal. At one point we had 6 shots on target already and they were still at zip.

At that point, I feared the worst. Things like this are typical of Arsenal. Lots of shots on target, while the other team had none. I was expecting Sp*rs to hit that one shot on target and the ball going past Almunia.

But it was all not meant to be because Robin did very well to get at the end of a Bakary Sagna cross to guide the ball in while he was half in mid air. It was like leaping and hitting the ball, somewhat like a volley. You'll have to watch the replay a few times to actually see that the goal wasn't as easy as it looks.

While we were busy screaming and celebrating, we were watching the replay of a Cesc Fabregas goal. LOL. I think at that moment, we all went utterly nuts. Bonkers. It was as though screaming was friggin overrated.

When Sp*rs kicked off, Robin got somewhat in the way and Fabregas capitalised by surging forward with the ball, cleverly going past Ledley King and then driving the ball past Gomez into the back of the net. We've always known Fabregas as the type of player who passes and passes and rarely dribbles and takes on his man. He isn't known for his pace too. Today, he showed that he has the technique and the intelligence to do it all. He is such a complete midfielder it's really very scary that he's only 22.

Also, that kind of thing where you nick the ball from kick off all the way into the back of the net only happens in a FIFA game. Hell, you could even take the goalkeeper and make him dribble all the way to the other end and score too. Little did I know, our lil captain could do it. Goal of the season so far for me. He took on at least 3 players and of course, any goal against Sp*rs will be in the running for goal of the season.

3 goals. And sore Harry has described them as...scandalous. I lol-ed so hard at that one. Plus, the comment that none of our goals were good. Sour grape.

Robin got a brace today and did really well. I think it'll be quite the contest for player of the month of October. That is such a good thing. Robin's first goal was good technique. The second? Really scandalous. Not regarding the ref allowing play to go on, but Gomez actually missing the interception.

Getting home, it's instinctive to turn on the TV and track the other matches. Oh Liverpool. They're really funny. They beat Man Utd and was on a high. Midweek, Arsenal kids did them in. Rafa Benitez hailed a good performance from his side, despite losing. He probably assumed that the lads will play the same way again today but it didn't happen. And then he took Torres off. Grave mistake dude. It gave Fulham the drive to go on. It was 2-1 and then that was when the drama happened and the ref gave a series of reds, reducing pool to nine men. Pool can whine all they want at the decisions but Fulham played well and did fantastic to get to 2-1 when it was 11 v 11.

Now I am so grateful we managed to carve out a 1-0 win at Craven Cottage. Clearly, it's not an easy place to go to.

Refs today have dished out a whole lot of wrongful red cards it seems. And then Mark Clattenburg that douche, failed to dish out more cards. David Bentley had a deliberate handball and he wasn't carded. After that, he went in really hard on Vermaelen and didn't get punished at all. Bummer really. He shouldn't have been on that pitch.

Not that it made any difference.

Lastly, the Arsenal kids travel to Man City for the Carling Cup quarter finals. This is all fated. The kids beat Liverpool, when Wenger found the right balance of experience and youth. I'm sure he'll be doing it again. An opportunity to put certain people in their places but let's not get too far of ourselves. Heh.

Labels: Cesc Fabregas, Liverpool, Man City, Robin Van Persie, Sp*rs

A Little Drunken Madness @ 12:26 AM

The story of Arsenal.

Fabianski: It's good to be back!
Arsenal.com: Fabianski out for 3 weeks

Srsly. So the goalkeeping position is still down to 2 players, them being Almunia and Mannone.

And no one has any idea who's going to start tomorrow's game. Absolutely no idea. It's 50-50 both ways.

Nasri completed 90 minutes but reckons he's not completely match fit yet. He should be a substitute for tomorrow night. What the team really needs is a good ball keeper and he's one of them. The other one, however, is currently crocked.

As expected, an injury setback which was said to be a matter of days, has become weeks. It may well add up to a month and then probably a year too.

OH TOMAS. YOUR KNEE.

If he doesn't get more playing time under his belt he'll most certainly be released next summer when his contract runs out.

Another dude who's holding out for a new contract is Fran Merida. The lad scored a stunner and the team won and so he has a little bit more bargaining power at the contracts table. I hope he stays. I don't enjoy players leaving Arsenal unless they are Emmanuel Adebayor-ish. Speaking of whom, has told the press that Cesc Fabregas will quit Arsenal. When will he realise that it's completely none of his business. No matter what Cesc does, he'll always be in a better place than stinkin Adebayor whose dream was to play for Barcelona but now is at Man Citeh.

Srsly. Real Madrid has already had their crack lines being exposed at the weekend, suffering 4-0 humbling by a lower division side. Citeh's turn should come soon enough. They have people like Adebayor for one who likes to flirt with other clubs (ahem Milan) and then Robinho, who Barcelona are rumoured to be chasing after. Everyone there has a better place to go to.

At Arsenal, I can say that there is no better place. Cesc may one day return, but he won't leave unless he's left a legacy over here. Thierry Henry has set the precedence.

The desire to transform a nobody into a superclub doesn't last all that long. history will forever count for something. It is naive to think money can change everything. There are a lot of things money can't buy. Sure you can buy Adebayor. What you get is his temporary allegience. That's all.

So, Sp*rs tomorrow. I think it'll be wise to go to the Liz early to reserve seats. No Adebayor who likes to score against Sp*rs. We have a whole lot of other people who do as well. It's never too late to start scoring against Sp*rs. The whiners are playing up their injuries so that if they lose, they'll have a direction to push the blame to.

Labels: Emmanuel Adebayor, Fran Merida, Samir Nasri, Sp*rs, Tomas Rosicky

A Little Drunken Madness @ 12:05 PM

My laziness is epic.

Evidently.

So the first game of the new season has kicked off. Due to certain unforseened circumstances, yours sincerely has swung from being unemployed and enjoying it to being over employed and utterly important for reasons I wished never materialise. Hence the working every damn day except when I managed to steal an unlikely weekend off and all I did was play Maple Story and watch football.

That in my books, is an ideal weekend.

Yes. I've started playing Maple again. I know. I understand your disbelief. Hah.

Anyway, I caught all 5 of the live games. First being Chelsea vs Hull, then Blackburn vs City followed by the awesome 6-1 win at Goodison where the most important team featured. Then yeah, those 2 on Sunday.

With the exception of Arsenal beating Everton, all the teams I wanted to get at least a draw or a win against were on the losing side. First Chelsea, then City, Man U and then Liverpool. When you get a match up between Sp*rs and pool it's obvious that I'll root for pool. I don't get how people can draw parallels with Bassong and Vermaelen who both scored on their debut. North London triumphed over the Merseyside but there's that part of North London that I couldn't care less about.

Media predictions each year write Arsenal off and play up Sp*rs and I can't figure out why.

Anyway. What a cracker of a game the Everton one was. I expected a closely contested hard fought game but it was anything but. The boys are raring to go and are so ready to take the upcoming challenges head on and it's fantastic.

I blame my stupid friend for falling sick and hence I didn't make my trip down to the Liz. So. She prolly owes me like for all the rest of the games this season ahaha. I can't believe I'm going to Korea on holiday again during the weekend of the 28th meaning I won't be around for the Man Utd game. Like meh. Anyhow, I'll definitely catch it in Korea.

I've got great responsibilites bringing people around.

But yeah! I'm going to get more Spris and Basic House and prolly one more pair of Adidas Stan Smiths. They're magical for a complete flat footer like me. The Koreans are predominantly MU supporters thanks to a certain Park but who cares, I'm gonna parade at Myeong Dong in my red and white proudly. Might meet a K-gooner and that'll be fun when we don't understand each other but love the same awesome team.

I wish I was still busy slacking until school starts but bleh, it's work everyday. The good thing is that my work schedule does not interfere with Football, besides the midweek games. Oh Celtic. That's going to be a very good game and I'll contend with streaming it on my computer.

Starhub sucks.

I might try out their Football Channel on mobile and see. The problem with having a Samsung though is that the battery sucks really badly and I totally crashed my phone listening to mere mp3s. Other than that, it's Korean.

Here's to a great football season. It's all starting again.

P.S. I get all pissy when the commentators can't pronounce Rosicky, Arshavin and Vermaelen correctly

Labels: Korea, Sp*rs, Starhub sucks

A Little Drunken Madness @ 11:16 PM

What a match. We all have vested interested in the U21 Sweden vs England game and they did well.

I shall start with the grand cliche we all know too damn well - it was a game of two halves

This point can easily make me throw a fit when I recall last season so it is advisable to never touch a copy of the 2008/09 season review.

England were easily 3-0 up at half time thanks to set pieces. If height were a determining factor to how much of a threat a team would be from dead ball play, it wouldn't apply to Sweden. The Swedes are tall. Nicky is tall. Ibrahimovic is tall. I suppose I can safely assume that Scandinavian dudes are tall. And yet it was England who profited from all 3 corners which resulted in goals.

Come the second half and no one in hell would have thought that the Swedes would fight back. Not until the 70th minute at least. I left the match on while I was doing my own things like watching some other show on my computer since at 3-0 and the way the Swedes started the half, it looked like England were through.

It was kinda like a wolf in sheep's clothing. They led the Englishmen on the pitch to believe that the game was all but over. Then suddenly they pulled a goal back. And another one.

I stopped watching my show. This is the kind of fightback which just gives you the feeling that it'll go all the way, and boy did it.

In no time at all, it was 3-3, and that freekick leading to the third goal was sublime. Kinda like the Dani Alves winner for Brazil to send them to meet the USA in the finals of the Confederations Cup, minus the retarded goal celebration and the pointing of his fancy "Daniel" tattoo. Who tattoo's their name in cursive across their chest?

Anyway. The game then went into extra time and it was no longer any game of two halves since it became 4. Of course, Fraizer Campbell was on song to make his application good enough for Hull City by getting sent off for a bad lunge. All too familiar. He's going to fit into Phil Brown's setup perfectly, especially since he has Manchester United and Tottenham education already on his CV.

And then now with Agbonlahor suspended for the final too, Theo will most certainly be the man leading the front.

Frankly, I do understand why he has come under fire recently. He belongs to a good football team and has most things going smoothly for him. He's got the adoration of the fans and all so people just want to try and stick things up him when they find the chance. Everyone forgets that he is still a youngling who needs time to grow and he's been through quite a bit since his first shoulder injury, which I believe, is affecting his game a little bit.

you would recall a time where Arsene Wenger declared that Walcott has the potential to be better than Leo Messi when he reaches that age. One thing he is lacking now is the ability to successfully get past his man. Many a times he bombed forward just to be dispossessed and the attack breaks down. He's been plying his trade mostly on the right wing so when he moves to the middle he tends to be quite anonymous. That would be the other thing he needs working on, which is his off-the-ball movement. I believe that when he gets the hang of those 2 he can truly be better than Messi.

And all others, including the cuntbag brother laughed when Wenger said what he said.

Wait and see is what I tell you.

And for more wise words from Wenger, ESPN's football up close is doing an interview with Le Prof, to be aired at 7pm this coming Monday. I have no freakin idea how to tape it since I don't have a dvd recorder so I'll pray some wise Gooner will do it and upload it to youtube or something. Interviews like these ain't like those Spanish shit where the English media conveniently lift off whatever they think is useful in order to do what they do best, to give a warped version of the truth.

So anyway, it went down to penalties and James Milner did a David Beckham slip. The cursed number 7 shirt for you. Let's hope Walcott doesn't take that shirt for the World Cup. He did however dispatch his penalty with ease. It was unlike the Roma one where he placed the ball and turned for his run up and then just went for it without looking at the keeper. This time he placed the ball coolly on the spot and then ran up to take his shot while the keeper was being a clown, with flailing arms trying to put him off.

It's the small things like that which shows you that he's becoming a man.

Then we have Gibbsy who did his bit as well. I guess it's safe to say that any Arsenal player is technically gifted and I'll add that to my list of why I love the Arsenal.

Twitter was a blast. It totally came to life with honest to God updates. Love it.

the_cannon sums it up beautifully:

Theo and Gibbs score - we've done our bit

I lol-ed at that one. And at this one too.

This is just why we need Sp*rs around. They're really a bunch of numbshite clowns who never fail to amuse. Now they're signing a petition to remove the mustard off their jerseys. When we wore the Herbert Chapman white jerseys in his honour they were going on about how wearing white is such a purity Sp*rs issue. Now they get yellow, which they refuse to call yellow but mustard. They can't tell colours apart can they? I can't say no one eat hotdogs in England since I should think it's the kind of food people eat at football games. Anyway, now we can laugh at them. Like hell Puma's going to change the kit because of some stupid petitions. If anyone knew better, petitions just do not work. They could get Arsenal fans to sign on it and it still wouldn't.

Another weird bloke is trying for reforms, but without a petition. Maybe he's one level smarter than the spuds. Phil Brown wants a 30 min timeout before post match interviews because he can't get his emotions in check like SAF and Arsene Wenger because he's inexperienced as a Premier League manager, not because he's a cunt. This has got to be the joke of the century. With the current technology, everything is reported in real time. Who wants to wait half an hour for post match reaction? It is not a fucking interview where we sit down with coffee and ask a whole host of questions listed on a piece of paper. It is meant to be spontaneous to capture the heat of the moment and why we bother watching sports at all. In Premier League terms where another fixture is to follow after the first game then who the hell is going to wait that half an hour to hear what the orange cuntbag has to say? Might as well just scrap it completely. The world would be a better place without having to listen to Phil Brown.

I shall end with the greatest bit of irony: the ref PB abused is taking over as the chief ref.

Labels: A tag for cunts, English National Team, Kieran Gibbs, Sp*rs, Theo Walcott

A Little Drunken Madness @ 2:51 AM

A lot going on in the non-footballing world. Something huge happened and even google thought it was under attack.

Goodbye Mr Jackson, RIP.

The world really cares.

It's funny how everyone was so caught up with the scandalous Iranian elections before and when a pop icon passes on he takes centre stage from a major political crisis.

Entertainment>>>>politics.

Then there's football and we have our own energy generator in the form of rumour mills, like the great windmills of Holland.

Then captain Cesc comes to the rescue and sets the mills on 'pause' mode.

You see, he's not powerful enough to completely destroy those immaculate structures. No one is. Not everyone is Setanta.

And he's Espana. We all know deep down some day that he'll be returning to his motherland. It's just a matter of when.

For now though, he's with Arsenal, he loves the Arsenal and he wants to win things with the squad he leads out of the tunnel.

Then there's Sp*rs, who probably are dying to show up on our radar. You see, they want Arsenal target Bassong. It's quite funny because I don't see him coming to Arsenal. We have Vermaelen. And Newcastle's defence last term was diabolical on all accounts and they can't point all fingers at Colloccini because a defensive partnership is made up of 2. Good luck Sp*rs anyway. We've got the Va Va Verm so you can have Bassong on a platter.

Sp*rs who, hate Arsenal the most simply because they can't catch up to where we are. Hell, they didn't make the Europa league either. We'll see how far they'll go next term when they have full concentration on the league, and most definitely, the Carling Cup.

Right here you have some statistics. They're interesting to say the least. Sp*rs hatred and Chelsea hatred are on par with each other. I don't know about the Chelsea part but we all know that Cuntey Cunt is a major contributing factor. Other than that, I suppose the rest of the team are a bunch of cuntbags as well so that we know.

Personally, I don't really rank my hatred. How do you hate something less when you hate it all the same? Doesn't make sense. They probably should distinguish between hatred and dislike.

I dislike Stoke but I don't hate them. I hate Hull City. I hate Manchester United, Liverpool, Sp*rs. I dislike Sp*rs because I am too lazy to hate them. They kinda make good the position of Clown of the league. Never seem to fail to come up with several jokes. They are indeed a joke, like starting almost every campaign at the bottom of the table, sort of battling relegation for a teeny little while until new manager comes in and gets them a top 10 finish.

There's a bit of football tonight. Gibbs and Walcott will be in action for the U21s. Gibbs would most certainly start at left back but there should be some doubts about Theo since Stuart Pearce is a cuntbag. Some funny Swedish Blackburn dude I've never heard of or saw the need to take note of has went to the papers to public diss Theo. I thought that was funny. Some nobody from a stinkin team has a big mouth.

And finally, someone with immense intelligence. Arshavin has ditched his agent and now represents himself. Dennis Lachter is probably one of the cuntiest agents after Kia Joorabchian.

Labels: all things not football-related, Andrei Arshavin, Cesc Fabregas, dying from the lack of Arsenal football, Sp*rs, Thomas Vermaelen, transfer window hoo-ha

A Little Drunken Madness @ 6:20 PM

I suppose it wouldn't be greatly harmful to post my 29 May photos.

It's my birthday cookie!

Making a wish.

Blowing it out.

And I cut it up. And then closed the box while taking more photos.

And then I opened the box.

TO find my heart in a million pieces. ahaha.

And this person laughed the most.

While taunting me about other stuff. And I put icing on her nose. She became Rudolf. She'll definitely be returning the favour come November.

Staking my claim on more people.

Waiting outside kbox for my mini concert, totally butting into the photo.

And another from a week ago with colour accent. I am in the photo because I was wearing black, not because they wanted me there.

So you see my long hair. I spend so much $ cutting my hair it's alarming. So yeah, sort of considering the hair for hope thinggy. No one gave a deadline so I don't know how long more I've got to think about it. My hair grows pretty fast so I'll have a full crown in 2 months.

In footie news, there isn't much, besides once again, Cesc handing a request for Xabi Alonso to be at Arsenal.

I don't know how many times I've stated that stinkinpool is a stinkin long ball team. Everyone thinks that Gerrard is at the centre of it. No one really knows that Alonso is the true key player for pool. He is the chief of long balls, and pretty accurate ones at that. Liverpool should at least know this and would make it highly unlikely for him to leave, especially to Arsenal. This my friend, is selling someone to a rival team which will definitely strengthen them and make them almost 1000 times better.

What wasn't, was Silvestre. No need to bring up why Fergie released him to come join Arsenal.

Alonso will cost a lot since he probably doesn't mind staying at pool and there is a demand for him.

On the Arsenal side of things, they finished 3rd in the fairplay league.

Some people should be left wondering why we always finish above Sp*rs in whatever tables involving the two teams. Even for the public behaviour fairplay league, we're 11th and Sp*rs still can't manage to be in the top half of the table. We should have been anyway, since we're tied with boro who's at 10th.

I realised Sp*rs lost to Liverpool on the final day of the season and lost out on a Europa League spot. We can laugh all we want now but undoubtedly, they'll have just the domestic competitions to concentrate on so they won't get relegated next season. For the past few seasons I don't suppose their uefa cup commitments could have contributed to their poor domestic performances. It's not the Champion's League (chuckles) but it still does give a false sense of well being of participating in some sort of European competition. Maybe we'll be able to see what Old Harry is up to.

At the end of the day though, Sp*rs will always be Sp*rs. Many happy returns?

Labels: Cesc Fabregas, one of my many theories, Sp*rs, transfer window hoo-ha

A Little Drunken Madness @ 7:46 PM

Bad things happen when I drink. And it's not just being drunk. Last night I made a discovery and it wasn't anything pleasant.

Poo.

That aside, I think my friends really had a field day with my camera while I was at it in a drunken state. I have since not been able to muster any required mental ability to transfer the photos and view them.

Like onoz, what happened.

Anyway. Transfer season is probably going to peak really soon, even before the window officially opens.

I don't suppose the best piece of news is that Gareth Barry would want Arsenal to be his destination when he leaves Villa. Last time I check he was on his way to Liverpool during the last transfer window. I somehow don't really see him as a partner for Cesc and I can't explain why. Maybe in terms of reputation Barry stands out more since he's English and it's the English league we're playing in. And the age gap. Cescy is a fetus.

Then so am I. 1987 ahaha.

It'll be good if Barry came over. I don't think I'll have any trouble liking him. He will add quality and experience to the team and the desire and hunger to win things. The only thing I am concerned about is that he kinda is a Villa faithful so why join the team who dashed your hopes to finish 4th?

So, the day is quite young at almost 4 am but there's a piece of news which utterly made my day already.

Apparently Boro is blocking any potential transfer of Steward Downing to Sp*rs since they unsettled him greatly during the season.

Bahahaha.

Downing will be allowed to leave but not for Sp*rs. We would like to think that it's because Sp*rs absolutely cannot offer him Champion's League football but the main reason should be that it's because it's Sp*rs we're talking about.

I think it's time to curb whatever remnants there are of the hangover etc etc etc.

Labels: Gareth Barry, Sp*rs, transfer window hoo-ha

A Little Drunken Madness @ 3:49 AM

The news in the football world today is amusing to say the least.

That to be touched on later, I've read other Gooner's reaction to the Chelsea game and we all share a common thought, that it was a game to forget. Hah.

I think I've long put it behind. After string of bad shitty results after so much hope what more is to be expected with a squad like that. Even the very basics of team selection is all wrong with players playing out of their best positions.

And we have Emmanuel Adebayor who frankly, should leave in the summer. We don't need a non-committed player like him really. We know how good he can be. If he really wanted to, he could score a goal like the one against Villarreal. That goal did put us on track for the semi-final, even though it more more of psychological help going into the 2nd leg since we didn't really need it with a 3-0 win. And after going through you'd expect him to be fired up to win something after he keeps talking about trophy this and that but he played like shit so why did he even bother in the first leg.

And then Man Utd have a player in Tevez, who wants out since he doesn't feel as loved as berbatov. Now seriously, I can understand how he feels with him being on loan and stuff and not a permanent member of the squad, with his status for next season not quite cemented. But he goes and declares he wants to play for Liverpool instead and I think it will have United kicking and screaming. The truth is, it could be a ploy to send some urgency to sign him permanently since he took heed from Heinze who used the same tactic to engineer a move out of United, ending up at Real Madrid instead. The players who don't feel the love. I already told the brother that he'd want Pool since Arsenal wouldn't buy him in a million trillion years while it's just highly unlikely with Chelsea since I don't see how he can fit into their squad. Anyone can play for Liverpool really.

Ha.

Chelsea flop Shevchenko who is on loan at Milan has ruled out moving back to Chelsea even though he has a year left to see out. Hah. He went back to Milan and didn't really dazzle as much as before. What happened? Lol. That I can't figure out. Or perhaps being kidnapped by Chelsea greatly reduced his ability. Or he's just getting old. Paying 30 million for a 30-year old will always be the joke of the century especially when the 30-year old failed on all accounts to be the star player he used to be. Such is with players from the Italian league. They seldom thrive when they make the move to the English game.

And I'll have to contrast Sheva with our Andrey!

God I love him so much and I really want to gather all his haters and cook them in a cauldron of fire. Just a few bad comments to the press about lady drivers and whatever and they all hate him. No one really considers that these interviews are translated from Russian and need I say that things often get lost in translation. But I don't care about these people because they can go fuck themselves. Majority of the bitter ones are the pool fans who can't fathom 4 great goals at Anfield. Did they hate Baptista after his 4 as well? Nope. They couldn't bother themselves with Julio because Arsha is so much better and is a greater threat to Reina.

Ledley King will be charged for causing bodily harm and now Harry Redknapp wants to ban alcohol from Sp*rs dickheads. I couldn't laugh more really. keano might go into withdrawal. Jamie O'hara might have to break up with Danielle Lloyd. She's a party girl who loves alcohol. He likens footballers drinking alcohol to pumping diesel into a Ferrari which is a joke really. We all know that Sp*rs are no Ferrari. They're Chery QQs if they had to be a car, old rotten bicycles they are.

So then, the 'fit and proper' test for foreign owners have more rules now. It could prevent any takeover bid by fat cunty oily Usmanov (he should try the Face Shop green tea wash). 777 rules at that. There were 322 rules before, and none of which included a no to Thai fugitive. There should be more boardroom drama come the summer. It's weird to keep branding the month of June summer because in freakin Singapore, it's summer everyday.

I take my exam papers at expo and when I'm there, my middle name is 'eskimo'. It's like freakin cold. I went as far as wearing a woolen vest. When you're doing an exam and sitting there for 2 hours or more with only your hands moving, the rest of your body kinda is more susceptible to the cold. I wore 3 layers. Of course, when stepping up of the igloo expo is, I start stripping but not so much as the 2 fellows did at Holland V. That was outrageously funny. Streaking in Singapore is a no-no no matter how hot it is. If they wanted to expose themselves so badly, just record a sex tape and have it released. Afterall, the laws only persecute the distributors of pornographic material not those who make it. That in itself, is flawed. It's like Tammy, oh the famous Tammy of NYP, who got her phone stolen by her jealous friend who distributed some of the home-made goodness in the phone and got charged for it. I don't think the law will go as far as charging poor Tammy with possession of pornographic materials since she's kinda in it. These are the classic stories which will never be forgotten. My sympathies.

So now we should just hope and pray that the magic 777 rules are not as wonky and will keep out use-my-knob and leave Arsenal as the only club in the big 4 not participating in the billionaire's playground.

Labels: Andrei Arshavin, boardroom drama ain't my thing, Chelsea, Emmanuel Adebayor, Man Utd, one of my many theories, Sp*rs

A Little Drunken Madness @ 8:10 PM

Harry Redknapp is not a very smart man.

In fact, he is insanely stupid.

With all the hype surrounding Almunia for England, we the fans of Arsenal do not want it to happen for purely selfish reasons because his commitment to the club is all we need, not that being in the English squad complicates that. It just exposes him to more pressure and who needs to mix with the likes of Ferdinand, Lampard, Gerrard, Terry and other cunts? His life is complely cunt-free right now so we would all love to keep it that way.

And it sure as hell doesn't mean that we do not that he has the required quality to excel at the international level. He is well capable, and has done a fantastic job since replacing Jens Lehmann as number 1 at Arsenal. Old Harry thinks Lehmann is much better, and goes on to proclaim that he'd rather lose the world cup than win it with a Spaniard in goal.

Give the English fans the world cup and they won't give a flying fuck about who's in the team. Old Harry also thinks David James is waaaaaay better than Almunia. I'm sure he missed the Portsmouth game at the weekend since Sp*rs was playing at the same time. Didn't bother with replays I guess. Lost his TV remote.

And he thinks that had Lehmann stayed another year he could be in the running for England's no. 1 as well. Ha ha? Lehmann has played for Germany and was number 1 at that point in time. And Lehmann is also waaaaaaaay better than James. Dumb old Harry did not do his research for the column. Lehmann spent 5 seasons at Arsenal. That translates into residing in England for 5 years. He will never be considered for the England custodian post because he has played for Germany before. Obviously, with a Sp*rs-like brain, he must have forgotten anything to do with foreigners representing England.

To make fun of Almunia not making it to the Spanish team is really low of him. If he had bothered to notice, the Spanish team is rather Spain-based throughout. Almunia did not make his mark in Spain but in England and already in front of him is Spanish favourite Iker and then Reina. I think Almunia has spoken more English than Spanish in his entire football career. Harry failed to mention that Almunia married an Englishwoman.

Harry Redknapp is really a huge dumbass but who can blame him? He manages Sp*rs.

Alrighty then, as reported, RVP will make it for the United game. That is the best piece of news we've had in a long long time. And that should mean that Arsenal's going to play a 4-4-2 which I think, makes us all very extremely happy. Like yay! So it's going to be a fantastic game to watch and I think Man Utd should be very afraid.

Them and their one chicken think the world of themselves. We often pay when we miss opportunites to put results beyond doubt. Now we should turn the tables and inflict the pain instead, for a damn change please.

The greatest game the Emirates has ever hosted, kicks off in 26 hours or so. Sp*rs down the road will be so quiet you'll hear the mice squeak.

Labels: Almunia, Sp*rs

A Little Drunken Madness @ 12:45 AM

Michael Carrick is counting his chickens before they hatch. Mmmmhmmm.

He had done his math and calculated that if thumb-sucking Liverpool keep up with them by winning all matches with United doing the same, they could lift the league trophy when Arsenal visits the theatre of shit on 16 May.

Without a doubt, Sp*rs is in his blood. 'cept that he forgot he was playing Sp*rs first this weekend. And then Arsenal will be playing United twice before the league meeting at Old Trafford.

Far sighted as he might be, he's kinda a bit on the blind side. Or he doesn't take into consideration that united could possibly drop points. And the thumb suckers on their part, could too. Perhaps he could waste all his energy plotting his little chart 'my road to the league trophy beating Arsenal at Old Trafford' and hope Liverpool wins all their remaining matches too. Who does that? Any sane person would want their rivals to lose, lose and lose some more so that the trophy is in the bag ASAP.

Have you met a dumber person?

This has Sp*rs' wit written all over it. Come to think of it, they're kinda like a mini feeder club to United. I read somewhere that they're moping over not signing Arshavin first. They chose the bargain in the form of Pavlyuchenko and he's a total flop. I'm sure the only advice Arshavin got from him was about living conditions in London and how to cope and not how to play the game.

I still can't get over the 4 at Anfield. I really don't care that we didn't win. Like completely. It's one of those draws where it's a happy draw, unlike those midway through the season where there was no attack. The 3 0-0s in a row? That was painful. This one? No, definitely not. I think the quartet of goals is the icing. He was on a roll and none of the thumb suckers would have imagined anyone could score 4 against them. They never figured out that they only had to mark one person in the whole Arsenal team to prevent it. Just allowed him to strut his stuff at their great fortress and look like fools.

I want Arsha for my birthday. Maybe we could like, celebrate together. How often do you find a player you adore sharing the same birthday? It's so freakin fantastic. I'm already thrilled with Cesc born exactly 25 days before me. Now my new love was born on my day, albeit 6 years before. ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥

Ack. Lots of hoops to jump through before the day comes. That in fact, is exams. How can May, the happy month of my life be ridden with exams? It is just wrong on all accounts. And I start on the 7th, when the 100th episode of Grey's Anatomy will be aired. Splendid. I can't scratch the itch while the rest of the world does until perhaps the 21st? By then I think I'll have no energy left. Actually, I always have reserve energy to play. Hmm.

Now I'm condemned to the following:

This sign applies at all times. Snagged it from Korea last december. Went there and bought tons of Uniqlo back and it's in Singapore lol. Price wise it's the cheapest in Hong Kong and I don't really get the rationale of of having it here since their cool awesome stuff are mostly winter wear. Their thermal wear is one of a kind. It's not the itchy woolen long john we used to be condemned to wearing. Their cashmere is gorgeous. You'll never see another collection as colourful anywhere else.

I want to go back to Korea for Spris Star and Basic House. I only have one from Spris. :((

Yay for playing my favourite song on my Zune. I love the interface. itunes is boring. Everyone has an ipod. I have the zune. A red one. As always. You don't get red ipods. They come in gross colours like blue and green and pink.

She's my little pipedream fantasy..

Labels: Arshavin, Man Utd, one of my many theories, Sp*rs

A Little Drunken Madness @ 2:41 PM

I can only assume that meeting Chelsea in the final of the FA Cup wasn't motivation enough for Man Utd to win it.

I can't really decide who was the better side in this game since they both had flashes of dominance yet it didn't result in goals. If United thought keeping it 0-0 till the end or on level terms and going down to penalties would get them through, they should figure out that they only can do it against Sp*rs and of course, Chelsea, whom they nicked the Champion's League trophy from.

The repercussions from United's loss means that they have narrowed down their possible trophy collection to 2 - the League title and the European crown.

Their league hopes could hinge on the result they get against us in May, where I hope 4th spot should be all but secured when Villa drew with West Ham. We still have to try and win every game still and Liverpool's next. 7 points all but separate us.

Then there's that Champion's League semi final.

It is scary thinking of it, but you just hope against all hope that in one and a half week's time, we can get rid of Silvestre entirely with the return of Djourou.

So it'll be an all blue Wembley final. I hate the colour blue. Nothing personal, just don't like that primary colour and every other colour derived from it. I love red. But I hate Liverpool red which is too much on the bright side. It's like chili red.

I like our white stripe. And then I think I'm a little late watching the special program on football rivalries between Arsenal and Sp*rs and Herbert Chapman who was from Sp*rs and how he added that white stripe to our jersey when he was at helm, apparently injection some of Sp*rs' apparent 'purity' into us. I thought that was funny really. Sp*rs and purity?

They all go for the same girl Danielle Lloyd. First up, Teddy Sheringham, then Jermaine Defoe and now Jamie O'Hara. They sure like passing the baton. And this girl is like the sluttiest tramp you can find out there who has a preference for footballers. She likes to be enroled permanently in the WAGs club. And then three dumbasses from across the street fall prey.

Perfect.

Any club with a bloody bird in their emblem is just no good. Like Charles Itandje and his monkeying around at a memorial service.

Did I mention I hate birds too? Nasty flying thinggys with abundance of shit and no toilet.

There are bigger games coming up. We already knew going into this week that at the end of it, we'll know exactly how our season will shape up. It's rather like if we have anything left to play for. Thankfully to the higher being up there, we are still in one competition. There was a potential to be in none. And if we had to choose which trophy we want to still be playing for, eyes closed, hands down, it's the Champion's League.

And hopefully, against all hope, we'll stay till the final and beat whoever comes our way.

Labels: Champion's League, Chelsea, FA Cup, Liverpool, Man Utd, Sp*rs

A Little Drunken Madness @ 1:46 AM

HAHAHA.

Well. The brother is still damn angsty from last night. Who can blame him you might think. He's in denial though. He didn't manage to watch his team get torn apart at home because he was working at the IT fair. He only got goal updates via sms. Hahaha. He doesn't intend to watch the highlights or read any of the reports. How's that for being in denial hahahahaha.

So I told him about Rooney and how he talks too much. Said he hates Pool but played like shit. And then he gets more angsty and then the subject is on talking too much. Hahaha. Apparently he thinks Wenger talks too much. Gosh. Does Arsene go out and say I hate so and so? Almost everything he says is to protect his players or to lift them. But ya. So angsty. So funny. So entertaining.

So I rubbed it in further with his claims that MU has terrific depth after I said Berba should have started and he countered it with the midweek Inter match. HAH. Plus Ronaldo was in several good positions for freekicks which he should have converted but didn't. According to the angsty one, Giggs is the only other free kick taker in MU. So much for depth.

He thinks Real and MU are the best teams in the world. That lame assumption is based on them having fantastic supporters. I suppose he only has numbers to count on. Now yanited fans are running and fuckin hiding. Hah. So he gets mad at me for calling his fans fair-weathers. bahahaha. Gosh. His generation of MU fans were supporting them when they came to glory. That's staking such a strong claim as a fan. So like I said, yanited only has the numbers. Not sure how many it reduced to last night though.

It is rather hateful to live under one roof with a Man Utd cunt because they are completely classless and brainless. The last person who should be making claims about Arsenal is someone who doesn't follow Arsenal news completely. His football knowledge is like limited to cunt-o-logy i.e. Man U crap so it doesn't give him sufficient leverage to even be in any position to comment about the Arsenal. You'll never win an argument against me really. Just try. I think living with this asshole srsly makes my arguing skills better.

Pool fans aren't any better though. They're all out to play when the Cat's away. I really hate their club ethos of "you'll never walk alone". I think it's rubbish. They either ripped off some part of Johnny Walker's keep walking or vice-versa. There isn't anything for the common good. I don't need to compare it to Arsenal's motto.

I changed the subject to Pederson's dive to take away his angst but it didn't work since he thought that I have poor judgement bahaha. Oh whatever. Rooney and Ronaldo are persistent dirty divers so what more can I say? We only have one Eboue and we all do not cordone diving. Do United fans care? If they get a free kick or a penalty out of it it'll still go easy on their conscience if they had one.

Back to something Arsenal or something which concerns us more.

Sp*rs are at Villa park and they're up for the game. I can't get over Villa being taken to Dubai for an R & R. Like Arsenal will never be able to do that in the middle of the season. But ha, so much for it and the publicity generated. For all of it, they conceded a Sp*rs goal like 4 minutes into the first game after such a luxurious rest.

HAHAHA.

I don't care about the result. Not about to sacrifice more sleep. Exams are coming man. I think I have time only for Arsenal games. I tried imagining Villa in the Champion's league though. It just didn't work. I couldn't see them advancing beyond the group stages or being part of the English contingent occupying half of the 8 quarter final spots. Just can't.

Labels: Aston Villa, Liverpool, Man Utd, one of my many theories, Sp*rs

A Little Drunken Madness @ 12:43 AM