https://www.telegraph.co.uk/football...al-unai-emery/
Haven't we always trained on the pitch the night before foreign matches?
Some decent points in the article but that one appears a little generous.
I was reading at the weekend how he likes us to train the day before a game at the exact time of kick-off the following day and for home games said session is on the Emirates pitch.
Still you know, new manager new ideas. Hardly rocket science stuff.
9 wins in a row for a new manager including a few away league games is not to be sniffed at irrespective of the sides we have played. The Chelsea game is really the only one so far we have managed to allow slip away. Next up we have Palace and Leicester which if we won both would take us to the Scousers and a more serious test.
The post-Fulham euphoria is perhaps excessive however it is also understandable.
There's not too many rock solid defences about anymore, imo. Not just us. Because of all the attacking quality available, especially at the top but even further down the table, it seems there's an acceptance that the opposition team will score; with your "apparently" better players, you just have to score more.
We won the league in '91 allowing just 18 goals; Manchester City, despite dominating last season, let in almost thirty, I think, which seems about par recently.
Yes, ridiculously churlish.
The man has been in the job a few weeks. He has a whole squad, indeed a whole football club, to get operating in line with his plan.
If, at this point, we had lost 4 and drawn a couple, I wouldn't have been in the least surprised.
This bloke may turn out to be utter mince, but to suggest that he is doing anything other than remarkably well at this point is Cascarino-esque.
You will note that I have advised against judging him yet. I certainly do not hate him. Just because he lept into Arsene's chair while it was still warm and didn't have the decency to tell Gazidis to go fúck himself, as an honourable man would have done, doesn't mean that I hate the filthy chap.
If someone killed your (albeit nagging and past her prime) wife of 22 years and the next day dumped some random bint on your doorstep and said "Here, live with her. And have sex with her tonight. Come on, forget the last two decades, life goes on, just do it" .....would you be happy, even if she was a bit of a looker with three wafer cups under her knickers?
So you get rid of the first wife, who you have wanted to get rid of for years and who you secretly hoped would leave you in order to save you the hassle, and in return you get a new younger model with new ideas and practices.
Win win in my book.
The killing bit is excessive, that I grant you. Though nob
I think a better analogy is that your mum and dad split up and with undue haste she takes up with a new fella who barely speaks English. He makes her happy, the household's running more smoothly and the rows have stopped, but still and all he's not your dad, is he? He's just some cvnt who's turned up and is knobbing your mum. Your dad, meanwhile, is in Totteridge, alone and staring out the window. :cry:
But I didn't want to get rid of the first wife, though. She was my soulmate. Sure, the sex had become infrequent and I was often reduced to masturbating in the bathroom, but that doesn't mean I stopped loving her for a second. And there was the occasional wild night too when she'd keep the spark alive by letting me stick it in her bum (win the FA Cup).
You talk as if we lived entirely separate lives when it was a perfectly functional relationship :shrug:
Aside from the previous wife dying (and I really dont see why this is necessary) its a genuine thumps up from me.
Not fussed re the whole vegan thing. It has its upsides. One doesnt need to worry about putting on weight as there. Is **** all worth eating.
I havent felt this healthy in years.
It's ages since I had a good fruits de mer. The best I ever had was in a restaurant above a fish market in Etaples. Piled high, it was. Lobster, crab, prawns, oysters, mussels, winkles and the snottiest of bulots to chew your way through. As good a meal as I've ever had, I'd say.