When my son was a toddler his obsession with trains that seemed as permanent as God suddenly ended. It was replaced by an absolute addiction to winning. Winning at games, winning at sports, at cards. He was a poor winner and a poor loser. Thinking about Jose Mourinho, those traits so often seem to go together.Read More »
And in crying doom, despair, agony, I reference not only the outcome of Arsenal’s Champions League game against Dinamo Zagreb, a 2-1 loss in which Olivier Giroud was sent off with a red card after 39 minutes (and therefore will be unavailable for the next game as well).
I refer also to the state of Champions League television rights in the U.S. Read More »
This post marks the welcome end to my Christmas metaphor.
Santi and the lads brought WholeArsed fans a giant lump of coal for Christmas. I’m sure that our WholeChelsed and WholeLiverpooled and WholeManUed counterparts were quite delighted to watch us pull it out of our stocking.Read More »