Category: Glory
And so we feasted.
No one is going to hand it to you
Laurent Koscielny, you’re an effing god
We’ll never play here again
Let’s get together and feel all right
A result that flatters deserves the same in the Gooner Triumphal Feast
“He’s ‘ad a little too much to drink”
We left with a massive crowd from the Camden tube station, transferring to the Piccadilly line that goes to the stadium. When we entered the train, three men were jacking around, pushing each other playfully but without regard for others riding the train. One of them backed into me. “I’m sorry,” he said through notable beer breath. He pointed to his friend. “He’s ‘ad a little too much to drink.”Read More »
The 50-week pregnant pause
There is nothing like the feeling of having Arsenal tickets in hand. It is the feeling of adventure, possibility. Also, the opposite feeling–coming home, groundedness. Last month, when the Arsenal v. Olympiacos Champions League tickets in my hand were going to be consumed by my husband and a friend and not by me, there were new feelings: loss, envy, coveting. A feeling of what-if-I-take-these-tickets-right-now-and-hop-on-a-plane?Read More »
