Introduction
30th August 2013 - Rezervni's Pub, Finsbury Park.
"Ahahahaha! Look at this!" I heard, as a paper was shoved in my face. I see the word 'Sport' and 'Football news'. Ah crap, he must have noticed my Arsenal jacket. I just came in here for a quiet drink, wanted to get away from the football at the moment for obvious reasons.
What the hell is going on with my club? Millions and Millions sitting in the bank, nothing spent at all yet. The team is good, but there's obvious weaknesses for everyone to see, everyone except the management, it seems.
I glance over and see a tall bloke with a Chelsea scarf. Thought there wouldn't be many of these lot here up in North London... suppose football's on the telly though. See that they've just lost the match vs Bayern Munich. I've always liked Bayern Munich... good on them. This guy's backed up by a bunch of his Chelsea mates. They kind of look like kids in a playground, following their leader.
"'Arsenal transfer spend: £0!' And it's almost deadline day! Pathetic Arsenal will be fighting it out for fourth again. HAHA!"
Smug Chelsea Bastard. He doesn't even care that his team have just blown the supercup. All that he, and every other bloody fan in the world care about, is how many jokes they can crack at Arsenal's expense a day. No trophies in 8 years. Bah. I've lived through worse than this. I and all the Highbury faithful still stuck through the crap times times in the mid 70s, when we were ****ing bottom half, but there still singing away on the terraces. I've stuck with the gunners through and through.
"Come on mate, just accept it. We're gonna be challenging for titles and you'll end up potless again! HAHA!"
Could see this guy had had too much to drink. I don't know why I responded to his pathetic jibes but I did.
"Mate," I said, "I went to Highbury for nearly 40 years, and I could go to the Emirates for 40 more and all, and I could see them never win a trophy again, and I could see them get relegated to the bloody Championship, and I'd still sing with pride and love them all the same. I bet my life that you and your pals would've become Man City fans if you hadn't won the Champions League that season you finished sixth, and I can tell you that for nothing."
Stupid move. Heard a small cheer of support from behind me, and was about to continue with my attack, but just then, I felt a sharp blow to my head and was out cold.
30th August 2013 - Rezervni's Pub, Finsbury Park.
"Ahahahaha! Look at this!" I heard, as a paper was shoved in my face. I see the word 'Sport' and 'Football news'. Ah crap, he must have noticed my Arsenal jacket. I just came in here for a quiet drink, wanted to get away from the football at the moment for obvious reasons.
What the hell is going on with my club? Millions and Millions sitting in the bank, nothing spent at all yet. The team is good, but there's obvious weaknesses for everyone to see, everyone except the management, it seems.
I glance over and see a tall bloke with a Chelsea scarf. Thought there wouldn't be many of these lot here up in North London... suppose football's on the telly though. See that they've just lost the match vs Bayern Munich. I've always liked Bayern Munich... good on them. This guy's backed up by a bunch of his Chelsea mates. They kind of look like kids in a playground, following their leader.
"'Arsenal transfer spend: £0!' And it's almost deadline day! Pathetic Arsenal will be fighting it out for fourth again. HAHA!"
Smug Chelsea Bastard. He doesn't even care that his team have just blown the supercup. All that he, and every other bloody fan in the world care about, is how many jokes they can crack at Arsenal's expense a day. No trophies in 8 years. Bah. I've lived through worse than this. I and all the Highbury faithful still stuck through the crap times times in the mid 70s, when we were ****ing bottom half, but there still singing away on the terraces. I've stuck with the gunners through and through.
"Come on mate, just accept it. We're gonna be challenging for titles and you'll end up potless again! HAHA!"
Could see this guy had had too much to drink. I don't know why I responded to his pathetic jibes but I did.
"Mate," I said, "I went to Highbury for nearly 40 years, and I could go to the Emirates for 40 more and all, and I could see them never win a trophy again, and I could see them get relegated to the bloody Championship, and I'd still sing with pride and love them all the same. I bet my life that you and your pals would've become Man City fans if you hadn't won the Champions League that season you finished sixth, and I can tell you that for nothing."
Stupid move. Heard a small cheer of support from behind me, and was about to continue with my attack, but just then, I felt a sharp blow to my head and was out cold.