Category: In Season
What is beautiful in man sometimes resists facilitation
Sometimes what is beautiful in man is resistant to facilitation. I refer to two things: The match yesterday, in which Arsenal toiled at home to a 1-1 draw against our sworn enemy, Tottenham, and the interview Arsène Wenger gave to L’Equipe Sport & Style last week.Read More »
The power of “we”
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 »
A result that flatters deserves the same in the Gooner Triumphal Feast
Capital One Serenity
“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 »
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