Doom, despair, agony x 2
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 »
The pillow fairy brings Arsène Wenger
Gooner Supper Club celebrates Francis Coquelin
Now that it’s safe: Would I love him at Arsenal?
Voids, large and small
Yes, I wished that some mega-awesome striker would have become available before the transfer window slammed shut and Arsene would snap him up instead of doing this, but that’s not how it played out. Truthfully, I’m not bitterly disappointed. You can’t just buy any old thing and hope it’s going to make you better. I’ve said before, I feel that we can win the Premier League with the guys we have. They just have to be clicking on all cylinders.Read More »
This is what he told me he did on transfer deadline day
It was a lovely day, perfect last day of the transfer window. To the phone booth on the corner I walked and dialed the Daily Mail. I disguised my voice. Read More »
Gooner Supper Club honors Alex Oxlade-Chamberlain
Early game today; started 6:45 CT. I rolled out of bed and put on my away jersey over my PJs to watch the match.
Nothing about the start of this season would lead you to believe Arsenal can actually contend for the title other than hope and the fact that they owe it to me,Read More »
An evening with my people
We had been to the Emirates once before, described in my posts Premier league schedule will be announced tomorrow and The times they are a-changing. That time, we were clearly making a pilgrimage. In contrast with our temporary London living situation in which we found ourselves strangers in a strange land, described in my post Amongst the hipsters, when we attended the Liverpool match at the Emirates on Monday we could not have been more at home.Read More »
Amongst the hipsters
Nervous as I was to fly, I forgot about the anesthetizing experience of going through Security at the airport. When I’m in the Security line, I understand the truth. I am not a human with human value. Rather, I’m a cow. Sorry, cows, but you just don’t have the same value. I know it for sure when I’m being a cow, at the airport.Read More »
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