"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."
Have you ever tried a sheftali kebab? In my second year - 1990-1, with 2 of our house of six being scousers - we lived on Turnpike Lane. There was a little kebab shop called Pankyprious and the old Greek/Cypriot who ran it didn't do donners. Said it was bad meat. Nor chilli sauce - said it was to cover the taste of bad meat.
He did these Sheftalis - "minced lamb meat mixed with chopped onions, parsley and spices, formed into sausage like logs, and wrapped in the fat from a lamb's abdominal membrane."
Lush. 4 for a normal kebab, six for a large. Every night except Sunday when he was shut, I had a large sheftali and chips, no salad. £3.50, I think.
I'd love to find them again. There was a small, 6ft pool table in there at 30p a game. Blase, one of the scousers, was a pool whizz, and he'd come every night with his lead-lined cue and we'd play as many games as poss in the 15 mins it took to cook. Often managed five games.
Great year, other than the cup semi. Especially watching the 3-0 at Highbury and 1-0 at Anfield with them on the tv in the front room. 2 of my fave games ever. And Super Kev's goals during the run-in. Didn't go to a single lecture.
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After uni, summer '92, Blase and me moved into a squat in Hackney and 2-3 months later, the Bedlam free rave sound system moved in. So we squatted and travelled the European teknivals doing free rave parties and festies all decade. His missus since '93/4 dumped him for me in '98-9 {though we'd been to India and St Martin together without him} and we're still together and still good mates with Blase. Might try to get some Sheftalis to bbq if, Ganpati willing, he can visit this summer with another of our LSE then squat posse.
Basically, if a donner is Poldi a sheftali is Titi. You should try won.