EPL Week 8, Everton

Hello all. New Guest write Ward here, relaying the boy’s adventure for the Everton visit.

Mark and I braved the early morning cold (We have officially hit the point in the season where the warmth of your bed in the morning makes you question your love of Drunk in the Morning FC) to get to church. The Chelsea game was on when we arrived, and to no surprise it was as quiet as a mouse. We took position at the center of the bar, at Jack’s advise, and began chatting up the other Gooners. We met a guy with dreads who had just moved back to the states from London, and was thrilled that there was a place for the footer. A heated debate about the worth of William Gallas broke out (Gallas has replaced Ade as the new Arsenal player the fans love to hate) and I threw in my two sense, mostly defending the guy due to his frequent game-changing goals.

The game was a good one, we came back from 1 nil to take it. The usual rants about the team “poor defense’ and such still stand, but three points are three points any way you slice it. The fans were not as boisterous as usual, which I blame on breaking up the Arsenal group, which usually corrugates at the end of the bar. Also we lacked many key players (Arjun, Devo, The Captain) which did not help. We did try a little “North End of Highbury” but the clock end was about 4 feet away from the North End. No Good.

The Liverpool game was also showing, and there is nothing more fun than messing with the Skousers. Hubris got a song war going, which he won with his “You’ll never win the league when I’m alive” chant. Liverpool fans are fun, because they love their songs, but we hate them so much less than Chelsea and Man U.

With the game done, we hit off 99 Miles to Philly for some sweet sobering cheese steaks.

Coming up next, Champion’s League Tuesday.