"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."
"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."
Hmm. He spent the day before getting me hammered from about midday onwards. In the evening he moved on to shovelling the devil's dandruff up my bugle. After I finally got to bed at about 3, he re-appeared at my door to enquire whether I had any further stash as he had used all his up. Then the next morning he paced around like a caged lion muttering, "I'm so nervous, I'm so nervous.." until I almost had a breakdown.
Sub-optimal, really.