The International break was beyond tedious, while the Stoke game made me beg on my knees for another international. Break.
Today, on the other hand, is the real deal, and I cannot wait.
Speaking of I, today, and for one day only Ladies and Gentlemen, I have become a Liberal. Reason being, the Russian are coming to the Ems, and therefore I will have a build-in excuse if we lose. No more having to look critically at ourselves or our own failings, no, nice and easy…blame someone else. God, it’s good to be wet and weak. Loving. it. The level headed thinkers among you won’t like this, but I will be blaming rigged team selections and poisoning. Perfect.
Right. The game.
Laca is back. Mikhi will start and we have Mesut.
Auba, the gent, stepped aside to allow Laca the confidence boosting goal from the spot the other day.This will have made Laca feel loved, and being French, these things matter. Mikhi has allowed me to completely forget about Sanchez, and with the shape of the side looking so much better, I think we will really come love this man in an Arsenal shirt.
Mesut…ah, the ghoulish one. Often, I look at him on the pitch, and have to rub my eyes as he appears to lose focus, the edges fuzz and blur, and then puff, the spectre has vanished. Like one of those meditative guru’y Indian fellas, who can disassemble there own molecules, vanish in Delhi and then re-materialise in Bombay just a few short moments later. Other-worldly is what he is.
The rest? Granit, Jack and Ramsey with some defenders, I’d imagine.
Tonight, we shall prevail and excuses not required. Bring it on
Written by MickyDidIt89