The man who has everything...
That's what you're looking at. It's 7:30 in the morning, but that man is smiling into his pint of joy. Because the all or nothing days are back. Premier League footer is once more alive and well at Nevada Smith's. Wenger is back. The Royal Arsenal is back. But, more importantly, AM Drunkards FC is back...
and we're gonna win the Treble!
Nick and I arrived second to the Church sometime around too fracking early. We were beat out by some Everton fan who bore a striking resemblance to McLovin. As we waited outside, we got to witness the majestic Gooners coming out of hibernation. Bleary eyed and weak from lack of off season transfers , they slowly converged on their feeding ground, hungry for beautiful goals.
They didn't have to wait long. Jack thrust open the mighty, sun blocking door and we entered the house that Steve McQueen built. It smelled vaguely of ammonia, and looked as pristine and beautiful as a young french import scoring his first goal in Arsenal colors.
Like a boy on Christmas morning, Young Sammy Nasri couldn't wait to open up his present, which turned out to be a GOOOOOOOAL! It took three minutes to get us on top but, before you start talkin' about "top o' the league", I should point out that AM Drunkards FC was already up 4 nil by that point. Greatest team... the world has ever seen. Ours is a elegant, attacking style that is entertaining to watch, but very vulnerable to counter attack.
On the matter of morning drinking, it should be mentioned that Nick blatantly broke all of our rules for drinking in 08/09. In order to save lives, ours, we set a 3 drink per game limit. One for pre-game, and one for each half. Nick repeatedly agreed to this rule until he actually had to abide by it, citing such spurious reasons as "it's the opener" and "we never factored in
half-time". How could we not have factored in something that happens every game? Nick also has a strange bit of programming which renders immune to advice, especially his own. So we (yes we) drank many more beers than we planned.
The gang showed up in typical fashion. Devon arrived just in time to not get a seat but still kept bugging Nick and I for ours, while Arjun, with his legendary accuracy, made it for the second half. How does he manage to be so precisely late every time? He's like the Clock King in the wrong time zone. Sinai and all manner of old favorites from last season were on hand, but young Elias was nowhere to be found. Maybe he's injured, or perhaps he defected to an AC Milan bar for more money. Who can say?
Anyway, the game was pretty low key after the opening salvo. The early rise coupled with the lack of a formidable opponent or any opposing crowd made for the kind of easy-going stupid you sometimes need. The boys looked good although all my concerns about the center of our midfield and defense were confirmed. I like Djourou and especially Denilson, but I don't think we want to trust the title challenge to them every week. Gallas looked a bit off as did Walcott, but I think that's because his "boy wonder" status is under assault by Monsieur Nasri. All in all, it was maximum points for the boys in red and white. What else can you ask for?
a signing
It's off to Craven Cottage and chance for three more points. I may not be there, as the 4-Man Army is out of order, but we'll see. Stay strong exiles.
3 comments:
A word on the drinking rule.
The rule was designed both as a life-saving rule, but also a rule that will keep me from going to work smashed after the game, as I often work on Saturdays.
This particular game, I was able to take a 2 hour nap before work, which left me sober as a school marm.
So in cases where a: I have no work, or b: can take a nap before going to work, an extra beer or 2 will be consumed.
And for the Newcastle game over Labor Day weekend, I am getting wrecked.
I guess if AM Drunkards FC is gonna win the treble, then we need to go all out.
So we are just going to pretend Fulham did not happen.
Cause that is a great plan.
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