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“Granit Xhaka, we want you to stay…Granit Xhaka, we want you to stay” - the chants reverberated around the Emirates as Granit Xhaka headed towards the bench after his midfield masterclass against Wolves. It took the Arsenal faithful seven years to come up with a Xhaka song. It took Xhaka seven years to make us... Continue Reading →
“Manchester City have pulled out of the Declan Rice race…” - as soon as the Ornstein bomb hit my timeline I fell to my knees, looked up at the heavens, threw my hands up in the air and shouted an almighty fuck you to Pep Guardiola and his treble winning machine. No, I didn't do... Continue Reading →
I am still smiling. It's been over half a day, and I'm still smiling. Posting Insta stories, done. Sharing GIFs and videos on Twitter, done. Forwarding 'Why is Messi the GOAT' memes on WhatApp, done. And am still smiling. That final left me drained, emotionally. To some extent physically as well. Nicholas Otamendi turned my Bruce... Continue Reading →
Disclaimer: The following rant bears no resemblance to the movie. All the characters and events ridiculed below are based on the absolute abject, slightly bordering on hilarious, showing of Team India in the T20 World Cup. The language contains a significant amount of frustration topped with dollops of sarcasm, so if fans of certain individuals... Continue Reading →
“Oh, he has hit this one miles, great shot… oh it’s a biggie! Straight out of the top! The little man has hit the big fella for six! He’s half his size! What a player! What a wonderful player!” When Virat Kohli punched Haris Rauf back over his head into the stands, Tony Greig's immortal... Continue Reading →
The streak finally snapped. It had to, sometime. However, the lackluster performance makes it a harder pill to swallow. Disappointment is the obvious emotion but how does tearing down the players help? We lost a game, a big one. There's no illusion about how big the game was, especially for a nation that's brought up... Continue Reading →
The definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over again, but expecting different results… Mikel Arteta is an intelligent man but when Arsenal tweeted their team sheet last night, it looked like the work of a stubborn man. Losing a game is fine. Losing five is also okay. Losing seven is uncomfortable,... Continue Reading →
At which stage of grief does one start feeling a sense of pity for their adversary? It's been almost two weeks and I feel terrible. No, not for Arsenal. I feel terrible for Emi Martinez. I feel so, because Arsenal robbed Martinez off a masterclass on his return to the Emirates. I was prepared for... Continue Reading →
He was supposed to be the new Patrick Vieira. He was supposed to be the Vieira with the passing range of Emmanuel Petit. He was supposed to be the spine, the character Arsenal lacked. Three years and 107 appearances later, Granit Xhaka has one foot out of the Emirates after being stripped of the captaincy.... Continue Reading →
It’s United and Arsenal again! Another modern twist on a historical, sometimes hysterical ancient tale. They walk in the footsteps of Keane and Keown, Vieira and Van Nistelrooy… As Peter Drury waxed lyrical about the age-old rivalry that shaped the Premier League, one couldn’t help but remember the trailer of the 2013 Robert De Niro-Sylvester... Continue Reading →
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