Good morning knob-heads. Well I said it last week, the Gunners play amazing football………. sometimes! Yesterday against Sunderland wasn’t one of those amazing football days, in fact, it was one of their worst but they got the result, despite the French poof trying his hardest to give the Black Cats the three points. It seemed quite ironic that he scored an OG…. get it? Guaranteed if he had been in that position in front of the opponents goal, he would have knocked it well wide of the target.
It was good to see Campbell get on the scoresheet but I wasn’t too enamered with his dummy celebration, the way he was searching in his shorts I thought he was gonna get his dick out and wave it around. Imagine, he has probably been carrying the thing in his shorts for every game he’s played just so he could get it out yesterday…. no wonder he’s not been able to score…. it was probably chaffing his cream crackers.
It was a great pass from Moll though…. Mesut threading the ball through the defence with such precision it deserved to be a goal. Then Giroud made amends for his goal against us, Ramsey the supplier for the header, who then rounded off a MOTM performance with the third. A flattering result because Sunderland held out well, and gave Cech a bit of work to do.
So overall, not a great game from us but we bagged the three points and if not for the French hairstyle, it would have been a clean sheet. It puts us second in the League, two points behind high flying Leicester, with Villa away next week and then City at the Emirates before Christmas.
Fuck it… I pressed the ‘publish’ button by mistake.
Anyway, off to Athens in midweek for what is now a must win game. Anything less than a two goal margin and we’ll be playing Spursday night football. On the subject of the Spuds, there was a short period of yesterdays game where I broke out in a cold sweat… they were winning their game and we were drawing…. for a moment we descended into the shadow of N17….. fucking terrible feeling it was, I went all clammy and dizzy, cold sweat, pulpitations, legs went wobbly, I spilled my wine and reached for the razor blades. Please Arsenal, don’t do that to me again.
Ok…. that’s it from me…. wine and chorizo for breakfast. Till next week, after we’ve thrashed the Greeks 5 – 0. COYG’s