The War is over folks. That's right, I was in a bar last nigh with Ward and others proudly sporting my Arsenal Scarf (1 part of my illustrious wardrobe) when the bartender told me as he refilled my Bass Ale that "Arsenal would never win the league". I jabbed back at this mad man about being top o' the league and all, but he gave me the glass-eyed look of a soul with no clue. It was then that I realized he was the pawn in a nefarious game masterminded by a United fan near the end of the bar. This masked "man" had, no doubt, offered several million pounds to the bartender for this blasphemous comment (overpaying as always United) but made himself known eventually. He turned out to be a good fellow named Milton who was sadly struck with "fair-weather sickness" and couldn't help supporting Manchester.
Why would I tell this story? Because at one point in our banter he said the following phrase:
Arsenal is playing what I call "the beautiful game".
That's right. We are gorgeous! As if Old Red Nose had said it himself. We are playing sexy soccer that no one can deny. I pretty much declare this a victory over Evil and an admission of defeat from the 90 bigillion ManU "fans" around the world. Enough said.
Counter arguement? Screw U. It's my Blog.
Ta.
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