Let's Talk Sports, Shall We?
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 →
“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 →
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 →
“I have friends who can go and lay on a beach all day long for the whole of their holidays and I envy them...I just can’t do that. I get bored. I need to be doing something. I need a challenge. I have lived and breathed football all these years and it’s a passion –... Continue Reading →
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