Swansea 3-1 Arsenal Morning, folks. This post will be a swift report on last night’s bloody awful display. The reason for the lack of anything substantial is I have man-flu. Full blown man-flu. The type of man-flu that renders me nothing more than a shambling, congested shadow of my former…
Afternoon, sausages. With all this furore surrounding transfers and who’s leaving and who’s isn’t, it’s been pretty easy to overlook the fact we have the small measure of a league fixture this evening. We travel to Swansea’s Liberty Stadium in sunny Wales to face the side currently languishing bottom in…
Morning, folks. This is something of a belated review. Yesterday proved troublesome as far as posting goes because my free time was taken elsewhere. However, in this particular instance, the allotted activities to my free time serves great purpose for you, the delicious reader. After a hideously long absence, myself…
Morning, folks. That was bloody awful, wasn’t it… From the moment the game kicked off it had the unmistakable stink of one of those frustratingly complacent and lacklustre Arsenal performances we’ve not seen in a while. I said yesterday I felt a degree of ambivalence, as the fixture carried with…
Morning, folks. I hate waiting. Whether it be in queues or traffic, I don’t have the patience. Ask my girlfriend, she’ll be only too happy to regale you all with tales of my verbal outbursts in the car and general inability to sit still for a period longer than 5…
Howdy, folks. A wiser man than I once said, “Don’t ever meet your heroes, you’ll only be disappointed” – a phrase I’ve taken as gospel since the fateful moment I first heard it uttered. Since that day, meeting current and former Arsenal players hasn’t been something of particular interest –…
Morning, folks. When the match finished last night, I had a bath. Normally I’m strictly a shower kinda guy. That might sound like the most pointless and inane of admittance, but it is relevant in a way. Amongst other things, Arsenal can cause me to get wound up. When those…
Morning, folks. What a few days it’s been. Barring the obvious horrors of recent football, I’ve been working far, far too hard for my liking. As I type, my weary bones creak and ache and I’ve bags the size of lemons underneath my eyelids. I look like a distressed Panda.…