My big bruvver…
I’m going to have a rant about my big bruvver. He’s 10 years older and we are like chalk and cheese when it comes to the Arsenal. He’s the pessimist and I’m generally the optimist. We keep in touch by phone, me in the warm sunshine of Provence, him in the damp and wet of Bedfordshire. He normally phones me to have a moan after a bad performance, using me as a telephonic punch-bag. I normally phone him after a good game, to try and get him to admit that he is wrong to be so negative.
Big bruvver isn’t a blogger, he uses me to vent his disappointment in Wenger and the boys. I sit at the end of the telephone, listening and doing the “ah yes buts,” and the “hold on a minutes”, trying to get a word in edgeways to balance the conversation. He recently admitted to me that he needs an outlet for his frustrations at the moment and I am it. So I suggested he search ‘Arsenal Blogs’ on the internet and he would have no end of supporters agreeing with him.
Not sure if he has done that because as usual, two minutes after the games against Anderlecht and Swansea, my phone rang……… I didn’t have to pick up to know who it was, so I didn’t answer. I just couldn’t face the negative diatribe that was going to hit me from 1000 kilometers away in a damp, cloudy and grim Bedfordshire. I’m going to wait to phone him after our next win so that I can put some positive vibes his way.
It makes me wonder if anyone else has the same experience in their own family. The moaning relative and the more positive opposite? I suppose Transplant and the Cockie man are the friendship equivalent.
Well that’s my rant about my big bruvver…. I look forward to our next telephone conversation after we thrash Man Utd next week.
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