School's Out! Carling Cup vs Blackburn

Quick photo of our Carling Cup squad. I know they're young, but they showed great heart to find the win. (Bendtner is the one in the glasses)

That muppet-like face I'm sporting is one clearly born of suffering, release and a large dose of "that just happened". The footer gods granted us an extra bit of bang for our buck today by guiding Arsenal's Carling Cup match into overtime. This bonus really only benefits Jack who gets at least another round of booze out of his game-time patrons. For a game like this though, I would have bought and consumed a bottle of Jack had he suggested it.

Why? Cause the sucker-punch that was Arsenal's Carling Cup 1/4 final match seductively started as a blowout, turned into a comeback before morphing into a brawl, a hopeless fight for survival, and a torturous siege which somehow culminated in a glorious victory. Only in the beautiful game.

Anywho, I was deserted by my normal entourage (Jakes, Ward, Devo) whose pitiful reasons included "politics", "family" and "being on another continent". Heading solo (thus Fan of the Match), I enlisted the aid of a 99 Miles Cheesesteak (the only decent one in town) and a goblet of Bass. Jakes did his fashionably late thing and the rest of the afternoon went well. In the photo he is smiling for Arsenal, but more so because I have stopped choking him with frustration. Mt. Sinai and her posse (loyal fans ever) showed up in ones and twos till we had a nice core group. I think we even sang a song for the kids. Jakes left on a new excuse of "teaching the under privileged", leaving me lonely and without anything to do till the Supporter's Night Open Bar at 7, so I cashed it in. 

Hate to miss an open bar; but there will be others.

Next I will post about "Arsene Wenger's 3-Man Army"