“Other clubs never came into my thoughts once I knew Arsenal wanted to sign me.”
I struggle to see the symbiotic nature of the royals and the public. They live in a big ****ing house in a prime bit of London, which is merely one of their properties, paid for by the public of which some get to wave at them occasionally.
I suppose tourists do wander around Green Park waiting for some very expensive military ceremony to take place on the royal's ****ing doorstep, but other than that . . .
I'm afraid we'll have to disagree on this one, b.
“Other clubs never came into my thoughts once I knew Arsenal wanted to sign me.”
Sure, but they've seen worse. And that's actually the point; their enduring appeal is a reminder that our society is an ancient, strong and dignified one and was *not* focus-grouped and spin-doctored into existence yesterday by Wolverhampton Polytechnic political science undergraduates.
"Plenty of strikers can score goals," he said, gesturing to the famous old stands casting shadows around us.
"But a lot have found it difficult wearing the number 9 shirt for The Arsenal."
I have never seen the point of them, but then again I am not “the public” you refer to.
While I get that you have a King and Queen, and a next in line, it is all the other useless saps that I see referred to that I don’t get.
Your Andrews and the other lad, the bints they marry who become some titled so and so, their offspring who I expect are hideous characters. Harry is another one, not sure why anybody gives a flying **** about these people.
And I expect they are mostly all propped up by your taxes?
Supposedly you need a bloated squad beyond the obvious heir and spare, to maintain the mystique of it all from which the awe and popularity derives.
I don't see the point of it all myself but if people on the whole like it then so be it. As long as the royals have no real power.