Murder On The Dancefloor

Arsenal travelled to Liverpool on Saturday for a lunchtime kick-off. We played badly especially in the first half. It was only memorable for Theo’s early attempt, Szczęsny’s penalty save and the unfortunate own goal by Koscielny (it must be said that Liverpool weren’t any better as they needed our help for their goal). I must say I’m not sure who’s a better actor now between Bale and Suarez. The latter, as Arseblog put it, ‘suffers from one of the most bizarre and unique medical conditions ever seen. Regardless of how or where he is tackled, he always seemed to feel the impact on his shins. Such is the sensitivity of these shins that even when there’s no contact at all, the poor Uruguayan suffered terrible, searing pain. Even when Szczęsny didn’t touch him, his anguished leap into the air like an electrocuted bunny was enough to convince Mark Halsey who couldn’t possibly have seen whether there was contact or not that it was a penalty.’

Well, Szczęsny saved it and the rebound too.




Against the run of play, Sagna flicked over a cross to Robin, one so splendid, superb, stupendous, sexy and delicious. The captain, who hadn’t been much involved, duly headed it in.

That’s our head boy ;)

Somehow we got away with murder and after being killed in the first-half.

Not long after the second half began, Arsenal lost Arteta to ‘a piece of foul play which has gone largely unreported. As Arsenal came away with the ball Jordan Henderson, quite deliberately and off the ball, shouldered the unfortunate Arteta who just happened to turn his head into it at that exact moment.’ No, I didn’t catch it but Arseblog documented it and also has the gif (watch it). It was bad enough to knock the Spaniard out cold and it was subsequently revealed that he had a concussion. Arteta was stretchered off with an oxygen mask on. I hope you’re satisfied, Henderson.

Somehow Arsenal played better after that - I must say that the midfield didn’t perform that day. Arteta, Yossi, Rosický or even Song. I was getting agitated and wondered if both teams were happy to settle for a draw – they certainly looked to be doing that - and urged the lads on, ‘C’mon Arsenal, do it for Arteta!!!!!!!!’ and literally seconds later, Song redeemed himself with a beautiful pass. Robin took it and from a very difficult impossible tight angle, somehow scored. As Wenger said, from not a lot, our Captain did a lot.

RvP broke his Anfield duck ;')

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AVB was sacked by Chelshit yesterday, proving that the Abramovich’s ownership style is risible and that the job at Stamford Bridge is a high risk. I think it’s safe to say that we saw it coming but it’s strange that the owner listened and indirectly gave in to the senior players instead. Many are more interested in playing for themselves than for their club so why did Abramovich back them up by removing AVB? And that’s the difference between Arsenal players and Chelshit players. The Gunners would stand behind the managers and support him and play for him while the Chelshit players would disobey, disrespect and get their manager sacked. Chelshit players would sabotage their team/club/manager if it meant getting their way. And apparently the players hate di Matteo even more than AVB.

I don’t blame AVB for trying to institute changes; that was why he was brought in, to do exactly that (which includes winning the CL). Chelshit had sacked a very good manager who defended his players but who in turn responded by stabbing him in the back. Of course AVB isn’t entirely blameless either. He isolated the players and gave some the cold treatment. Surprising for someone who speaks English very fluently and hence should know how to communicate better.

It’s murder at the Bridge and it is AVB who came under the axe.

November March

Arsenal’s November march continues with last weekend’s win at Norwich and last night’s win over Borussia Dortmund.

After a disastrous start to the season so much so there were even doubts on our continuance in the Champions League (especially as we didn’t automatically qualify), who would have believed it of us to become the first English team to make it into the last 16, to top our group with a match to spare (and correspondingly avoiding any meeting with Bayern Munich, Barcelona, Inter Milan and Real Madrid in the next round), and to be the only English team to be unbeaten this mid-week? Who would have thought the future of Chelshit, Man Shitty and even ManUre in the Champions League this season is still in doubt? Only us, the true loyal supporters, the believers, are not in doubt as to our ability to march on. Onwards and upwards and Forward Arsenal!

Cool shave: Arsenal legend Titi and tennis legend FedEx were at the Emirates, no doubt supporting The Arsenal. Cool!

Our head boy ;)

Tennis legend with future Arsenal legend after the match

AVB = Always Vulnerable Boss. RvP = Really valuable Player.

On the domestic front, young Tigers overcame hostility at Gelora Bung Karno to win the SEA Games football gold defeating host Garuda in the penalty shoot-out (they lost to Syria last night though in the Olympic qualifying match. I blame it on fatigue). The traffic was horrendous on Monday evening – I suspect a lot of KLites were rushing to get home to watch the match. I turned on the TV just after 8.30 pm thinking the match started at 8 and was surprised to discover the match had only started. Within seconds, Garuda scored from a corner. Afraid I was going to jinx the young Tigers, I switched to watch the Korean drama instead. Not to worry, Dad provided live commentary when he came back. I couldn’t even bear to watch the penalty shoot-out. Cowardly custard, that’s me.

Last but not least, if you haven’t already read L’Equipe’s interview with Arsène, check out the full transcript here.

A Tale Of Two City Clubs

After the excellent speech by Le Professor at the Arsenal AGM on Thursday, it was time to walk the talk and do the talking on the pitch. We travelled across the city to Stamford Bridge on Saturday, having never won an away game yet thus far this season. And it looked as if we might be punished for our profligacy when Gervinho and RvP missed from close range.

Lampoop stooped and scored the host’s first goal before RvP equalised from a superb pass from Rambo which Gervinho unselfishly rolled over. The first half ended with the favours on the host’s side as the racist Terry-ble headed in from a Lampoop corner.

Surprisingly I wasn’t feeling all that gutted yet. After all, we still had another half to play for.

Oh Chavs, you’ll be sorry you taunt me, just you wait and see

I actually missed Santos’ goal – he’s now scored as many goals in his seven games for The Arsenal as Clichy had in eight seasons. Then Theo put us ahead – falling down in the process but picking himself up again to stun everyone with his kick. The thriller didn’t end there when Mata equalised (damn you, Lukaku) with only ten minutes to go. At this point, you begin to wonder if Arsenal would ever stop throwing a lead and slipping up yet again.

But we didn’t. In fact, it was England’s Brave Heart John Terry-ble who slipped, kissing the dirt where his face belongs, and RvP seized the ball and ran to score our fourth. Like Arseblog put it: ‘Scoring four at Stamford Bridge is one thing, scoring the fourth to go 4-3 up another, but scoring it while one of the most despicable men to ever play football is on his knees chewing grass like some kind of not racist at all cow is something else entirely. These are the moments that make you believe that perhaps there is such a thing as karma.’

I’m not worthy

But that was not the end. Chelshit desperately put everything to force a draw and when four minutes were added, I kind of felt a bit nervous. In stoppage time, Rosický carried the ball forward on the counter, passing inside to Mikel Arteta who in turn fed the ball to Van Persie. Counter-attack! I like! RvP didn’t disappoint, he struck the ball across, sending it swerving viciously past a rooted Cech for his hat-trick. He’s on fire, he is.

So it was Chelshit 3, RvP 3, Arsenal 5. Or if you like AR53NAL (or CH3L5EA. Heh). And Terry-ble? He’s the fall guy, alright. Kudos to the team for not giving up, for continuing to fight even when the Chavs drew level, for giving us this precious win. It was a game of two halves for The Arsenal and Santos, a game of two captains (one who became a hero, and one who went from hero to zero) and Halloween arrived early at the Stamford Bridge this year. You can see how much it meant to the players too as they engaged in a public slightly erotic celebration before the final whistle was even blown and I love the post-match celebration and appreciation to the travelling Arsenal fans. For more pictures, go here, here and here.

Why Always Me?

You beauty!

Bromance

He Ain’t Heavy, He’s My Brother

But like the Boss said, we have to remain humble. We face Marseille at home tomorrow. But just let me savour this for another day ;)

Oh and to those who celebrate, Happy Halloween!

Six And The City

Let’s talk about shopping first (no, not sex)

Before I talk about the event that is the subject title of this entry, let me tell you about my Saturday. After tackling the household chores, I went to the dentist (forgot that my last visit was in May so rightfully I should only go in November) for my bi-annual visit. Then I went to Ampang Point to repair my anklet (what else is new) before catching a bus to the city. Inflicted some damage on my plastic when I made some investment at Pavilion. Before I left, I went for a fish spa at the 5th floor: I’d tried fish spa once before at another centre and quite like it. Then I headed over to KLCC where I spent at the Isetan Foodmarket (there was a Japan Fair) and The Body Shop sale.

I watched the local footie on Saturday night as none of the EPL matches particularly enticed me. Selangor lost (would you believe it?) to Terengganu while Negeri Sembilan triumphed over T-Team to set up a Terengganu – Negeri Sembilan final.

On Sunday morning, Abah and I went to visit Mummy. It’s been a year yesterday since she left us and not a day go by where I don’t miss her or stop thinking about her. I miss her terribly whenever I travel, before, during and after. She loved to travel (I inherit my travelling genes from my parents) and had travelled quite extensively. Not bad for a girl from Batu Pahat who was looked after by an older sister and who only stayed home.

Six and the City

Arsenal hosted the Orc army yesterday. The Professor, who celebrated his birthday on Saturday, took a gamble and fielded Chamakh instead of our SuperVan. We led from a Gervinho goal, assisted by a Cesc-esque Rambo pass. But the Orc army won a dubious free-kick and equalised through ex-Spud Crouch. The crowd was getting restless when at last Chamakh was withdrawn and Robin came on. There’s just no substitute for quality as the Flying Dutchman became our saviour yet again. Whatever will we do without him? For now: no RvP, no va va voom although I agree with Wenger that we’re not a one-man team. And yet we must not over-rely on him – unless at this age, he’s finally become invincible.

Joyeux anniversaire, Boss

No, Gervinho doesn’t like them either
With Rambo, who provided the aesthetic Cesc-esque assist

Flying Dutchman!

The other stories of the night are Man Shitty running riot at Old Trafford – sparking a worldwide twitter trend by Arsenal youngster Conor Henderson - and Chelshit losing to QPR.

Arsenal win, ManUre and Chelshit defeats, public holiday in mid-week... it’s going to be a lovely week ahead. We face Bolton in the Carling Cup tomorrow and then Chelshit on Saturday.