An Angry Scotsman’s reaction to Cesc Fabregas.

Hello everyone.  Apologies for having not been around recently. Such is life. Recently I received a guest blog from my adorable Scottish friend, Dyllan Munro, and given his customarily snarling and offensive content, I figured now, given what’s occurred with Cesc Fabregas, would be the ideal time to publish it.…

I’m Not Going To Talk About Bloody Cesc Fabregas.

Evening, all. At this time of year, I struggle. Not only do I work in a heaving kitchen in sweltering temperatures, but I also have to navigate the interminable dross plastered across cyberspace. Well… I say “have to” … I don’t have to do it at all. Should the feelings…

Cesc Fabregas Returns To Arsenal In A Blaze Of Dubious Glory…

Afternoon, folks. Amidst the thunderstorms here in Bristol and other pursuits in my personal life I must take care of – nothing nefarious – today’s post is a little late. Okay – it’s quite considerably late, but it’s arrived and you’ll have to excuse my dilly-dallying. So what’s the latest?…

Hot Cesc In The Arse, RoboDiaby, FA Cup and More.

Morning, folks. I was intending to write a review of yesterday’s game, but opted against doing so. Why? Becuase it was breathtakingly uneventful in the way only meaningless fixtures at the end of the season can be. Players sauntered around casually and neither side looked especially keen on busting a…

Brazilian Bernard, rumours, huge bids and more.

Good morning, Earth creatures. Kenneth here. *snorts* This week I have been on tour with the team in Asia. To ensure there’s plenty of that delicious transfer gossip we all crave, I infiltrated the club’s officially chartered plane before taking off, cunningly disguising myself as Per Mertsesacker’s bag of reserve…

Suarez talk real, Cesc to United, rival bids and speculation.

Morning, Earthlings. James is absent today, so it’s time for some Arsenal Transfer Badger news. Since we last spoke, I’ve turned my rummaging and snuffling to Dick Law’s very fine home – it’s quite the bourgeois palace. Since Dick is nowhere to been seen at present, I’ve buried my way…

£40m Suarez, £25m Cesc and a whole lot of arguing.

Afternoon, folks. Apologies for today’s lateness – my place is having extensive work done, and I was unable to enter the room in which my computer is situated. It’s just a room – not “chambers”, an “office” or a “study”. It’s a room at home with a iMac in it.…

Hot dirty Cesc in London, Russian farewells and filthy player names.

Morning folks. It’s 2am this morning, and I’m eating porridge. Let it never be said that I don’t live a hedonistic life. As the spoonfuls of Alpen’s finest travel down and warm my innards, my beady eyes are furiously scouring the internet for something, anything of any note. The main…