of the junior school playground. Everyone just chasing the ball around. Before long I expect to see all 22 players gathered around the penalty area while the 'keeper tries to take a goal kick.
It's a load of old *******s and I'm done with it.
of the junior school playground. Everyone just chasing the ball around. Before long I expect to see all 22 players gathered around the penalty area while the 'keeper tries to take a goal kick.
It's a load of old *******s and I'm done with it.
I'm done with Germans. A German diplomat was rude to me yesterday and received a full and frank explanation as to why he should never contact my office again. There was even a little industrial language. The coward backed doiwn and apologised.
I hate them b. I've always hated them. Arrogant bástards to a man. (la excepted, natch.)
I'm listening to thon book btw. It's jolly good, isn't it? I rather like how he's presenting it in the form of a rattling good yarn.
Funnily enough, I recently asked a newly-retired extremely high-ranking diplomat whether, at the end of such a long and distinguished career of diplomacy, he had got a little end-of-termish and was tempted to be gratuitously rude to Angela Merkel. He looked puzzled for a moment, for the thought had never occurred to him. Then he absolutely pissed himself :hehe: Charming fellow.
His others may be worth a look as well, I'd say. https://www.penguin.co.uk/authors/10...and-white.html
He would be good enough to reinvent himself GG. I mean Harry Kane is being praised as the second coming at the moment for setting up for a few goals. But, yeah, it's hard to get excited at the moment. Young Saka may be our only hope ...
The wee Jocky lad on the left is a pleasure to watch imo. Proper footballer, albeit a defender. And Dani is also quite pleasing, and would be even more pleasing if we had better movement up front, I think.
And whilst I enjoy a bit of creativity as much as the next man, it's also nice playing teams like Chelsea and Liverpool knowing we aren't going to lose 6-0 anymore. We are the Arsenal, after all.
I'm not sure it was relevant, but last night I dreamt that I went to the top of the Empire State Building to watch The Arsenal; our players were mainly giraffes with horse's faces. One was Barney and another was Patrick Vieira. On the left wing was a monkey version of Moses. (My cat Moses, not jewish sea-parter Moses).
Anyway, the game was dull, dull, dull.
I had a dream the other day where I took a job as the CEO of the Sealed Knot and one of my first official duties was to go to some big country house and address the hordes who'd turned up for a battle. So I went there dressed as King Charles I for some reason, which divided the crowd to say the least. And then a group of women from my work turned up and they'd all grown Van Dyck beards. Then I woke up.
So I think you'll agree that that speaks for itself.