Sorry for the time off. There are some things I haven’t yet spoken about from the past few days:
1) Last night’s debacle against Standard Liege, which saw a rather sub-standard HAHA ‘SUB-STANDARD’ LIKE ‘STANDARD LIEGE’ HAHA Arsenal team come back from two cacky goals down to win by two cacky goals and one slightly alrightish goal from the Great Dane.
Now people will complain about the performance, but as far as I can see we won away in Europe, which means that we’re well on the way to qualifying for the knockout stages. This is all I want from the group stages, and though clearly it would be preferable if this result could be achieved by flowing and wonderful football, but sometimes, in football as in life, you have a bit of a shitter. We had a bit of a shitter last night and still won. This is a good thing, particularly off the back of a couple of unfortunate weekends in the Premiership. Hopefully we can now go and spaff all over the carnivalesque (in a pikey and budget rather than a celebratory sense) and ugly Wigan on Saturday.
2) I would like to touch briefly also, whilst I’m here, on our performance against Manchester City on Saturday. You may be aware that we lost 4-2. Regardless of what you think about their cheating at Championship Manager approach to summer spending, Manchester City have assembled an impressive squad of unbearably lazy but sporadically skilful players. We were unfortunate to face them whilst they were feeling somewhat more sprightly than usual.
3)Now I feel like I should talk about Emmanuel Adebayor. Before I go any further, I would like to state for the record that Emmanuel Adebayor, the Togolese international footballer, is a cunt. And not just any old cunt, but a competition winning, Olympic-standard, .50 caliber belt-fed turbocunt. He is such a big cunt that he makes massive cocks like Craig Bellamy look weedy and pathetic in comparison. What more can you say? To be honest I accept his right to celebrate like a twat -although its bad that he provoked the injury of a steward, if it had been someone who quit Spurs, say, for Arsenal and then celebrated in an outrageously provocative and twattish way I’d probably be quite pleased. But to aim to hurt a former colleague and fellow professional, particularly the non-dirty Van Persie, just makes him look like a total cun- you catch my drift. I can’t wait for the day in ten matches time when Adebayor realises that City aren’t going to be in the Champions League, he has nothing to play for and becomes incredibly lazy.
Anyway, he has been banned for three matches, quite rightly, and hopefully will get three more on the 20th September.
Bring on Wigan. Some perturbing Islington Shuffle has been creeping back into our performances recently. I hope Arsene stamps it out. I doubt he will.
Finally, I would like to draw your attention to our latest Philosophy Football competition. Since we are sort of getting our act together for the new season on here, we have once again teamed up with the uber-providers of humorous quality merchandise to offer UFGN readers the chance to win a cracking ‘Gaffer’ mug. We’re presuming in this context ‘Gaffer’ refers to the footballing nickname for the boss, rather than someone who specialises in smoking or making embarrassing faux-pas. But hey, if not it’s all hilarious banter you can have with people in the office. Or your home, if you insist on being called the ‘Boss’ at home, like ageing blue-collar crooner Bruce Springsteen.
The mug is part of a set from Philosophy Football – others bear the humorous ‘Transfer Target’ and ‘Midfield General’, but Grabs and I thought this the most fetching.
To win simply answer the following question: how many domestic doubles have Arsenal won with Arsene in charge? Please email your answer with name and address to admin@philosophyfootball.com with UpForGrabsNow Competition in the subject title. Entries close on the 30th September.
Get grabbing, grabbers.
Loading ...
