“Yaya, what have I told you about leaning back before you strike the ball?!”
Apologies for the lateness of post again today. You may lay the blame at the door of my future wife this time. Truthfully, I’m glad of the extra time to write today’s entry. There’s a bewildering ocean of opinion out there and without a little time to think for yourself it would be easy to sink to the bottom.
Losing at Stoke is bad enough. Accusations of “roughing us up” and howls of derision aimed toward the dubious penalty award might be justified in some respects, but the bottom line is Arsenal didn’t play well, didn’t create chances and, on the whole, looked lethargic and disinterested. As much as I can understand the need to find an explanation that enables the blame to be put elsewhere, it is absolutely wrong. We can hold responsible no one other than the players that took to the field. Continue reading
Few can shackle a leaping Per.
For a couple of games a season, I don’t like my last name. ‘Stokes’ is just too damn close to ‘Stoke’ for my liking, and although myself and the football team share little or no similarities, the ring of my surname irritates slightly. I guess it all goes back to that fateful day of Aaron Ramsey’s leg-break. Before that incident, no animosity appeared between the two Clubs. Now, it’s everywhere.
I don’t actually hate Stoke City or the vast majority of their fans. I loathe the select few who have taken to booing a player who had his leg snapped in two on their pitch and I don’t much care for the lumbering idiot responsible. Those that bay and taunt Ramsey for doing absolutely nothing at all wrong are moronic. All clubs have fans that take things a little too far – Arsenal being no exception – and with all the tension in the air it is good to remember that. Continue reading
“I’m sorry, come again…”
Apologies for the lateness of today’s entry. Many things have conspired together to prevent my usually punctual posts. To list the many reasons would be pointless. I could, but I’m not going to. Suffice to say I have my reasons, none of which are especially valid.
News today is a baffling bunch of balderdash and delight. Most of what you read is utter tripe. It’s the silly headlines that are designed to lure you in that get me. We all know what’s on the other side of that link is likely to be complete lies, yet we still click away regardless. I’m as guilty as anyone of this, only to find the link takes me to Caught Offside, meaning I have to very sharply exit that site and then head to the shower to wash away any particles of tripe I may have been infected with.
I purposely used one of those headlines for my title today, albeit an incredibly stupid variety of that which I lament. Why? Continue reading
Another delicious episode.
It the name of quickness, I’m going to use today’s blog to point you in the direction of the latest Goonersphere Podcast. It was an immensely enjoyable show and joining Daniel Cowan and me are:
Kris (@AFCfreddie8). Continue reading
- “You, yes, YOU. Pay attention”
I have a terrible migraine. My head feels like there is extensive, noisy repair being conducted inside using loud power tools and hammers. Lots of bloody hammers, hammering things. Thud. Thud. Thud. I did sit through the new RoboCop film last night and I wasn’t especially impressed with what I saw. Perhaps my love for Paul Verhoeven’s original was such that my body has rejected the remake by giving my an awful f**king headache.
Because of my throbbing cranium, my post today will be almost to the point of being criminally short. Given that glorious Arsenal news is agin at a premium, I don’t feel I’m letting my loyal readership down. Both of you will, doubtless to say, be understanding. Continue reading
Mesut waited patiently for Oliver Holt to exit The Mirror’s offices.
Unabashedly, I have days where finding a topic to discuss, or scribing something remotely salient, escapes me. When these days arise, as one has currently, there’s a figure sat behind the keyboard of this blog with an incredibly stupid look on his face, as if someone has turned his power off and left him there. That’s me,folks; a motionless idiot. For a good period of time I have stared into the abyss hoping for inspiration.
I didn’t blunder across one story that raised a smile. According to certain reports, Mesut Ozil ran over a reporter. It’s funny just reading it. By all acounts, it’s a whole lot of nothing which is a little disappointing in a way. Imagine the hilarity had he hit Mirror sensationalist, Oliver Holt. I picture Mesut speeding away into the sunset leaving only a crumpled heap of Holt and a fractured alice-band on the side of the road. Priceless. Continue reading
Bacary can move the ball with the power of his mind.
I have a few moments spare today. Free time is often something of a rarity to such an extent that when some presents itself, I’m unsure what to do with it. Ordinarily, I might use these moments for something shockingly inappropriate or sleeping as I don’t do enough of that particular pursuit. Today, I thought I’d offer you up an extra special blog post. Well, a blog post.
Bacary Sagna will be a free agent in the summer as his contract is entering its final months. There is much debate and speculation around the sprawlingly diverse Goonerverse at present regarding wether or not giving him one is a good idea. I think it is, but I can also understand a few of the reasons some think it is not. Continue reading
Showing Stoke’s fans a simple math problem quickly rendered them completely baffled.
Ordinarily, Monday’s are a slow, slow news days. Today, there is quite a bit to talk about, so without any further ado I shall jump straight into it.
Tomas Rosicky, a player we’ve all come to love since his resurgence, is – or at least, should – be staying at Arsenal. Even though he’s 33-years-old and Arsene is known to be dubious about handing contracts to players of that age, but it would appear the manager is very keen to keep Tomas on at Arsenal. Arsene said: Continue reading
Celebrating a magical third.
This may well be the briefest match review you’ll read. Don’t hold it against me; I’m suffering with an astonishing lack of sleep and instead of heading to bed where I should be, I’m taking a few moments to ensure my run of posting every day in 2014 stays intact.
I’ve managed to see as much of the game as possible. Yesterday I worked a 12-hour shift and missed everything of the match as it occurred live – checking Twitter and live scores services whilst serving wedding food is extraordinarily tricky. It also tend to go down rather poorly with those expecting you to actually be performing the tasks you’ve been assigned. You’d think it was obvious where my priorities lie…
In order to keep things short, here’s a handy bullet-point list of a few things I managed to glean whilst checking around for footage of the game:
“Give us a hug, Mesut – I know exactly how you feel”
After a week that has seen a glorious triumph over Liverpool, a disappointing defeat in the Champions League and enough incandescent rage at a missed penalty to re-ignite a dying sun, it’s good to have some football to sink my teeth into. That doesn’t really make sense as an expression – I’m not chomping on the keyboard, trying to write with drool. I’m typing, my teeth are some distance from the keys. I’m now rambling. I should stop. I will.
Moving on to the game; Sunderland might fancy their chances today. Arsenal have to navigate quite a few distractions. Some have been unwelcome; an alleged bust up between Wilshere and The Flame, an allegation quickly, and hilariously, dispelled by Jack on his Twitter account. Continue reading