How many times have I watched the Declan Rice freekicks till now? I don't know. I've lost count. It's been on a loop - every reel, every YouTube short, evert tweet - I have seen them all. I have liked them all. It's been almost 48 hours and just like every Arsenal fan, I am... Continue Reading →
Shopping at Harrods!
“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 →