the embarrassment that was the 4-1 defeat at home to trotsky football club, errrr chelsea has worn off a bit and now i am just kicking the odd kitten instead of a full-on strangle. sunday's nightmare and this season of primarily woe is down to lack of veteran talent and lack of able bodied defenders. mikael silvestre spoke yesterday of the need to treat this saturdays Man U match-up as a springboard into next season... this (silvestre's comments) is so wrong on so many levels, i best leave it to arseblogger:
The idea that he's going to play for us next season makes me want to weep tears of my own spinal fluid. Then inject them straight back into my spine with a rusty, eight inch syringe. Plus the fact he actually used the word 'defend' when he's clearly never heard it before or has any concept what it actually means is downright insulting. Be off with you, foul beast.
quit fucking playing mad football-scientist herr Wenger (oh righteous all-knowing footie god that you are), and bring us some lads who need a proper shave from time to time and want some goddamn silverware to show for their efforts. we are not pompey, or borough or for fucks sake spurs... time to win something or you need to shove off (oh righteous all-knowing footie god that you are).
i feel a bit better then.
oh and
dead hens produce no eggs.
for reals.
-out
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