Didn’t write something for the morning shift… head’s been absolutely flambéed over the past few days. Needed to take a moment to understand what is happening… what is this feeling… is it joy… what does that mean in relation to football… do I deserve it… do I have joy imposter syndrome… can someone take it away… can I admit at the breakfast table to my family that this is one of the greatest 10 days of my life and all my internet best friends agree.
Yes my darlings, even factoring in your birth.
The reactions of the media just aren’t hitting the same right now. It’s like meeting up with old school friends and someone making a joke about a thing you did when you were 14-years-old. Yeah, sure, I rollerbladed to school, but I’m a grown man now. Your unsophisticated barbs can’t hurt me. In fact, they made me stronger. Strong enough to support Arsenal. Powerful enough mentally to sustain the banter years. You laugh at me? The guy smoking cigs outside the pub you’ve drunk in since you were 17. My friend, I’m eating endangered species tartare with Heinz Ketchup for irony, cracking vintage champagne older than your mother, and I’m doing it at the top table of Europe with the elites of Paris.
Jamie O’who-the-f*ck?
Gabby Agbonol-wot?
Wayne ‘had my work ethic called out by Tom Brady and The Times uses a ghost writer for my weekly column’ R-whoo-ney.
Ok, last one was a stretch there.
But you get my point. This members post aims to give you the context you need on how good the job done at Arsenal has been, and how crazy it is to talk about netspend of City when comparing to Arteta’s work. 1913 words. Sign up right now.
