It was five in the morning. The crisp winter chills of June were violent on bare-feet, which scampered over the tiled floor into a much warmer, carpeted room.
There sat the laptop: Sleek, chrome and glistening. I sat down, trying my best not to let the chair creek. Mother and father were still asleep; the brother was still out on a night in the town, the sister – wait, she’d moved out five years ago. So yeah, probably still with that oaf that only wears an Aussie-rules vest all day, even in July. Continue reading
A quick post today, but I had to act fast to ensure I bring to you breaking news I have come across thanks to several, extremely-reliable sources of mine. Continue reading
The first player to score two hattricks against the same opposition within the same season, ever. The first player other than Thierry Henry in donkey’s years to score 30 in a season for Arsenal. Continue reading
Arsenal stand at a crossroads tonight heading into tonight’s crunch second-leg decider against Liverpool at Fortress Anfield™, with our season gone all Zimbabwean on us since my continued cyber-absence. I guess we’ve all learned now that Mr Jammathon is a plastic fan who is really a closet Chelsea-supporter (what can I say, Zombie managers just do it for me), but such is life. Continue reading
Football can often dictate the mood I carry with me for the rest of the day in my more normal life. AC Milan saw me buzzing for the whole weekend leading up to Wigan, and life’s cruel balance just had to see that come crashing down, didn’t it?
Truth be told, I had quite an excellent day, in spite of a very frustrating stalemate between Wigan Athletic and Arsenal. With Manchester United and Chelsea fluffing their lines very badly in the FA Cup, this was a chance to pull four points clear at the top of the table.
Instead, we’ve only managed two points. The opening exchanges did not suggest this would be so, when, in the opening minute, Adebayor was sent sprinting clear after a lovely through-ball from Fabregas. Adebayor had only the keeper to beat, but shot straight at Kirkland, with the onrushing Bendtner unable to get to the rebound. Continue reading
We’re just a few hours away from our date at the JJB – famous for scrappy games of Rugby Union’s poorer cousin being played on its already tarnished surface – and there’s a huge chance of a big European hangover waiting to hit Arsenal in the face in this match. Continue reading
A quick one while I sit here between lectures – studiousness and scholarship are all admirable traits, but sticking to the long haul is another that needs to be drilled in to me at times. In short, this is the only time today that I have to pen something, so lets make it a little interesting… Continue reading