By now, you’ll have all heard the news; Alexis Sanchez is not deemed fit enough to face our irksome rivals on Saturday. As the title of the post suggests, I have decided offer you all a thorough report into the impact his absence could have on the team and cast light upon a few of the unseen factors that also apply.
It sucks. But we’ve enough quality to manage.
That’s all for today, folks. The comments await your thoughts on Alexis’ injury below. Feel free to use them. I’ll be back tomorrow with a preview of the North London derby. Until that time, and as always; thanks for reading, you beautiful bastards.
(Note: I am fully aware this post is criminally short and some of you might actually have been expecting a comprehensive analysis. I’d offer a full apology, but those that frequent this site know only too well the moments of silliness I’m capable of – moments that include the addition of a post-blog note that will probably be longer than the content above.
Truth is, I’m bloody exhausted, I have a thunderous headache and little time to throw myself into my blogging. Coupled with work and the sumptuous feast I intend to prepare for my lady friend this evening (that’s not technically “coupled” as there are 3 different things), something had to give way.
Hey, at least I tried. It could have been a great deal worse. In my more peculiar moments I’m often tempted to write 1000 words outlining the terrors of brandishing rice pudding in ghettoised areas, but I’m not so sure the news hungry masses would be amused.
I could certainly expect some nasty comments questioning my mother’s sexual preferences – and mine.
I’ve rattled on for long enough. Time for a cup of tea. Aren’t I the clichéd Englishman – resorting to tea to cure all of life’s troubles and ailments.
Shut the f*ck up, James)