Football is a cold, harsh and cruel game. Just when you think your winning she stabs you in the back, like a significant caught with your best friend's pants.
Back in the heyday of Adams, Pires, Viera, Henry, passivity was uncommon with passion rising higher than an explosive Pompeii in its prime. Anger flared as easily as The Arsenal's football, a win was a woman, a loss was a 90 minute Greek Tragedy.
The paramour nature of The Beautiful Game resulted in a mellow of emotion in the later years, only to be wrecked by a train last night/this morning. Its been ages since i've felt so emotional about a bunch of overpaid men kicking a ball around, but last night's game was a hell raiser.
On a lighter note, amazingly, one more assignment to go and the weights shall be lifted. For the time being, that is.
Damn journalism.
Useless subject.
Wednesday, April 09, 2008
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arsenal. wow..how could i have missed that..wait, i'm not sure..but you having a link here of arsenal blog pretty much says that you're a fan, doesn't it?
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