Champions League: Sticking it to Fenerbahce

What’s better than getting Tuesday off work? Getting the Tuesday off work where Arsenal head to Turkey for some Champions League footer. BooYa.

For the first time ever, I went alone to Nevada’s, as the rest of the Army had work. Aided by some pre-game beers from home and a Blue 9 Burger, I set up shop in the church by my lonesome. Of course, you are never alone Nevada’s. The dreads guy from the Everton game showed up (hereby known as Dreads until I can think of a better nickname/ learn his Christian name), as did Elais and some other of the faithful.

Although if you have to go to a soccer game by yourself, this was the one to go to. It was like both teams met beforehand and decided that it would be more fun if no one played defense. Hell, even Silvestre went for a goal, he just got confused. I had not yet finished texting Mark about Ade’s goal before Theo put one in the back of the neck. Ramsey getting his first goal was just icing on the cake. Also great to see Diaby have a key game (we may have a midfield at some point).

The only complaint, no singing. It has been noted that the Champsion’s League crowd is more subdued than the EPL boys, but this was ridiculous. Two actual British people who sat next to me joined in for a tune or two (It always amuses me that people visit America from the UK and end up in this British bar, it’s like going to a Burger joint in Germany), as well as The Kid (that one Arsenal fan who is clearly underage, but whatever) but that was it. Come on boys, let’s get a little singing in if we are kicking that much ass.

After the match, I took some time and hung out with the faithful. Elais and I discussed Wenger’s strategy over a pint and one of those ‘I’m on Setanta Sports’ skits (which are freaking hilarious). Jack comped me a pint or two as I talked the visiting Brits. Then I went out into the courtyard and talked to Dreads, The Kid, and a female Man U fan who told me that ‘you can’t trust skousers with money’. Life lessons at the Church. I don’t think I had ever ventured into the back yard at Nevada’s, but feel I may have to more often.

It’s good to know that you always got a friend at Nevada’s, as long as you roll with the boys in red and white.

We got two London derbies coming up next week. I am not sure I can make either of them, but hope to post something next week anyway. Here’s for 6 more points come next weekend!