Alright. Arse news at the off. SC Neusiedl 1919 0 - Arsenal 4. Chamakh gets his first Arsenal goal. Yeah, it was a penalty, but it should count too. Hey, Theo scored too. And Vela scored with another chippy lob. Looks like lobs is all he does.
On to more serious stuff with the Emirates Cup this weekend. That should be better fun, when the boys step it up a notch.
As far as the transfer news is concerned, the little matter of us being linked to just about every damn goalkeeper out there continues. This time it's Federico Marchetti. I think I did get a glimpse of the dude when he was in Geneva during that friendly betwixt Switzerland and Italy. No comment on his performance. Know jackshit about him (apart from his two games and a bit in South Africa), and that he's with Cagliari, and Cagliari seem more than happy to get rid of him. Doesn't sound good, but could be right up there with us signing the dodgiest of keepers.
As for keepers, well, word out is that Osasuna might want our Almunia. Hm. On his wages, they might just offer us 10 quid, a few cases of olive oil and chuck in some wine with it. Wenger would probably take it.
Clichy's out there talking the talk too. This is it. Now's the time. No more excuses. We gotta do it. We can do it. The usual. He forgot to mention the "unless we get the requisite stoopid injuries" part of the story. Ah well. Talk is for dudes like me. The players should just play.
Now, as if there weren't enough reasons, but here's another why I love the Arsenal:
Funny story about clubs and how often they change their kits. Over at the Arse, methinks it's just about right we see a new first kit every two seasons. Two seasons is good. After the end of the second, you're just about bored of the first, have totally worn out the current one, and eagerly anticipating what the new one's gonna looks like. And you won't feel like a right twit for having to buy another too soon after the last one. There's a real excitement to it too, I tell you.
I used to think this would be the common-sensical norm. But no...
Not especially at our money-grabbing neighbours. Those idiots have been fleecing their supporters with THREE new kits every season for the last SIX seasons. What the hell is that all about man? What kind of fool would support Spurs??? (Okay, forget that question - there are fools aplenty out there).
AND - just as bonus, there'll be different sponsors for each of their first, second and third kits, which means SIX in all this season. Shiver me bloody timbers. They should have different ones for Saturdays, Sundays, Mondays, as well as Tuesdays and Wednesdays (these should be real money-makers, seeing how they won't be lasting very long in the Champions League). Add a Thursday one in too, for the inevitable Europa League games.
Well, I suppose if you do support Spurs, you kinda asked for it, and therefore deserve it. Que sera sera. To each his own. Funny travelling to an away game and not knowing what bloody colour your team's going to be trotting out it. Fools.
Finally. I have a confession to make. I've been turning cartwheels trying to get tickets for the Liverpool-Arse game. No luck so far. Fingers crossed, but the Pool seem to suck at having tickets available. So what do I do?
I'm in the region, so why not Man U-Newcastle on Monday? Yessiree. Might as well head down to Old Trafford, the belly of the beast, behind enemy lines, and see what it's all about.
With 76,000 seats, it was easy enough to snap one up. Right? Right. And that's what I did. So expect a deep-cover, deeply embedded report from Old Trafford thereafter.
Hell, there is a nice thing about visiting these stadiums. I've seen the likes of the Stade Gerland, even the watched Arse play at the Reebok. So why not Old Trafford? It's not like Stamford Bridge. I actually do have some respect for the United...
Ciao then.
P.S. - some may be wondering what the title of today's entry means. I'll tell you: nothing. One of those Quentin Tarantino things.
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