The last time our beloved Arsenal was at
this position at this time of the PL, Bahati had not yet struck luck, Kaka
Sungura was still hunting for rabbits in some Eastlando thickets,Vera was still
a black girl, Chelsea had no real fans and most of the Kardashian girls were
still virgins. It was so long ago. So before all yee devils out there start
calling it a big deal NOT, allow us some bragging rights. We have earned them.
It is a BIG deal. London is poised for Gold and Silver and the rest of you can
fight it out to see who lands the Bronze and who gets the Wenger.
With
the Community Shield safely in the Cabinet (eeee...a minute of silence please
for ‘those’ teams whose trophy cabinets have started gathering dust)... and an
FA defence a wink away, a Champions League slot behind our London brothers is
definitely worth every dime. We are gun blazing
for sure and if you believe otherwise, well
the devil is a liar.
But this blog was not about us today. Today
our focus shifts to an old neighbourhood in Manchester where the villagers meet
their noisy neighbours.
A tale of one village, two shitties.
If it was my prayer, I’d ask
the gods of football to divide the spoils and have each get a mkate nusu. But
maybe the gods want to up the stakes. Maybe it’s everything or nothing and in
that case, I will join Lupita in donning Nairobi Blue. I don’t care about the mathematics involved
or any tyranny of numbers analysis. When the Red Devils are involved, I’m
blonde in as far as reasoning is concerned. I want to wallow in their
predicament whether that screws us mathematically or not. And I have my
reasons. For instance, when Venus does not qualify for the US Open or
Wimbledon, she does not go to the match and cheer on Maria Sharapova at the
expense of her sister Venus. So when the Red Devils sat tightly on their asses
and celebrated when Monaco jujud us out of the Champions League as the only representatives
from the Queens land, we caught feelings. So our pact is intact; they can burn
us from hell wherever whenever and we shall gun down their ego at every
opportunity. Tonight is one such night.
So a draw will be good but a defeat for the
devils will be even better. The previous
weekend not withstanding, I’m sure the stern Pellegrini can get his mojo back
and beat Louise the Gal. But if the match on the pitch gets boring, we can hope
for some sideshows on the dugout just like when the gum-chewing Scottish knight
got a thorough Italian Job both on
pitch and off pitch in 2012. Remember this drama?
SAF moves to the Italian and says
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| SAF moves to the Italian and says... |
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SAF invokes the mother.
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| The Italian throws it right back at him. |
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| The Good Sir walks over and makes a threat and the Italian dares him |
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| It's almost a fist fight |
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| The Italian silences him some more |
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| And walks away the happy one. |
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