Evra, you`re a cunt. Evra, Evra you`re a cunt.

Good Morning,

Well, where to start?

OK, the beginning seems logical.

Hit the road Jack!

As I left with my eldest lad and his mate to pick up the hire car I was full of hope and expectation. Sadly, the day began falling apart when we arrived at the hire place to pick up the motor and it looked like a cunt & shunt shop!

I half expected `Arry to pop his head out from behind the counter and do that `Del Boy cockney shoulder` thing as the paperwork was completed. A couple of guys in front of us didn’t even have the right paper work, but they managed to still hire their car!
When we collected the car, a 7 seater Zafira I shuddered a little. The guy showing us around it apologetically offered to have the course layer of dogs hairs on the back seats hoovers, but it was one of those offers akin to “I`ll clean it out, I you really, really want it cleaned out” And yes, I fucking DID!

Eventually we got on the road, 4 passengers and me driving. As we made our way along the M20 I had to keep checking in the wing mirror. I honestly expected fucking Biggles along side me on the motorway Then I realised it was the piece of shit I was driving.

Honestly, it sounded like a bi-plane struggling. We half joked among ourselves that it might not make it past the M25. I made a silent deal with our lord Bergkamp for that not to be the case.
We had to stop at Luton airport to pick up another lad. And by the way, all the way to Luton I had that fucking annoying song in my head by those twats “cats UK” Fuck them! Fuck them to hell for that song!
On the matter of Luton airport, it is a fucking maze of twist and turns. I elected to unleash a barrage of profanities that I am sure stunned the younger ears in the bi-plane along side me. My son offered an apology on my behalf.
We continued northbound. Only to stop at a service station 44 miles from Manc land. As soon as the door opened after pulling into the services my nasal passages were subjected to the smell of fresh, acrid, disgusting shit. I mean shit too!

I enquired to the passengers if anyone had had an accident? The enquiry was met with both bemusement & disgust. Then we realised the smell was OUTSIDE the car! Fuck you The NORTH!
Onwards, as we enter Manchester I see a group of three teenage chav girls on the flyover. My sons implores them all to jump. Instead they are content with spitting long string mouthful of spittle down onto the traffic in front. Nice, they will be fine mothers one day. Of course in fairness, they could have just been gobbing out the latest loads of the step dads/boyfriends too. Who knows eh?
We park up in a school about 10 mins from Old Trafford. The £10 paid seems a bargain in comparison to the £20 when I go to the Emirates, but I suppose a BJ from a teenage Manc slag cost less in these parts.

We walk past Manc fans, they offer some light banter. Bless them, they tried “Ha Arsenal cunts” simple, un-reaching and the best they could manage. My glazed smirk back at them serves to confuse as we continue on our way. It suddenly occurred to me that I had for the first time in my 40 odd years heard a Man Utd fan with a Manchester accent.

I chuckled and felt warm knowing the goading I will give future plastics I meet `dan sarf`
As soon as we get near the away gate the noise is there. Arsenal chants. Home!

I was going to meet Keith, Akil & Ben etc for pre-game beers. But we elected to go straight into the ground. Apologies to those I missed. Next time lads.
The noise a full 20mins before KO was great. Constant singing, chanting and Ashley Cole abuse. Love it!
Evra, you`re a CUNT! Evra, Evra you`re a CUNT!

When KO came ALL I could hear was us away fans. Constant, unending, relentless chanting. The Old Shitford faithful all seemed to have sore throats or such like?
Eventually Man Utd scored. We had been all over them to the most, and I think with their second attack of the game thus far they scored. Suddenly the home fans awoke. All turning to offer two fingered salutes and gobbing off…. Then once again the away fans took over.

More of the same?

As a whole we had better possession, more shots on and off target. Yet, as is the Arsenal way in big games, we conspired to not take out chances. Of course Van Der Sar getting MoM tells you all you need to know about how he kept them in the pole position!
A word on Almunia. He pulled off a string of saves that, had ANY other keeper made would have us wanking off into a cup of chocolate (the best I could muster in my still fried tired state, sorry about that image people) So credit to him for that. Without his stops, it may have been 4 or 5 nil.

I suppose watching it unfold, I was annoyed at our lack of urgency in getting forward when the counter attack was on. And our dilly, dally passes around the box instead of (borrowing a phrase from Arseblog) CUNTING ONE IN!

Now, this may sound odd. Despite the fact we lost and were knocked out of the cup. I thoroughly enjoyed the game as an experience. I can hand on heart say, I preferred the `away support` more than the sometime sterile home games.
The constant chants left me wondering, why oh why, our home games don’t come close? I get that we have a lot of club level prawn sandwich supporter.  Fine, I’m good with that. But the Emirates has over 60,000 seats. Come on! Surely even if 40,000 found their voices and chanted more it might help lift the team?

Only 24h hours from Romford.
The drive home was not as doom ridden as may be expected. Few laughs, beers from the offie (not for me, I was driving).

I eventually reached my home and bed at around 2am after the drop offs and a piss break or two.
I suppose looking at it this morning, you can go two ways.

Arsenal once again, fail to push on and get over the line. And we lacked the dogged resolve that Utd and some other side seem to muster.

Or

The team now KNOW they have only ONE trophy chance left. And they must do ALL in their power to make fucking sure they land it.

I am reading of Djourou is out of the rest of the season. Only Arsenal can goose our own players when we already are short of options. *shakes head*
Right I am off to sleep more.  As always, have a day.  And avoid sperm ridden manc chav slags!

 

Oh and GREAT to see Ramsey BACK!