Well, those were a group of proper Villians

Well crap.



I headed to Nevada’s at the saner out of 9am, hoping for a repeat of last weeks victory against Man U. I was first to arrive, with Devo, and Mark close behind. Ajrun showed up bring his ladyfriend in tow. We all ordered our drinks, but Devo was not drinking, and Arjun’s ladyfriend wanted an Absolut Vanilla and coke. To say I was taken aback would be an understatement. But the lady was adamant, so I spoke to Jack. He got us the beers and asked what the other drink was. I told him, in the most apolgetice voice “Absolut Vanilla and coke”.

His response. “…. Wow.”

A Nevada’s first ladies and gentlemen.

The regular crew began to assemble. Elais and Dreads took their corners. The Captain took his spot on the helm. Blond Beard came by and hung out. A good band for what should be a great game.

But it was not to be.

Passion was the missing ingredient that morning. The team did not seem to have that extra fire. Bendter looked particularly bad, and playing Cesc up front did nobody good. I had such high hopes when Manuel stopped that penalty shot, but it was not to be. Not even the addition of Ade and Vela could yield anything for us. By the way, man does the Captain love Vela. He broke out like three different songs for the guy. Also, why did the Captain keep taking off clothing during the match? Weird.

The one high point was that the singing never stopped. Even as the game ended and we watched any hope of the title drift away, the Church was full of the voices of the faithful screaming “We love you Arsenal”. But kudos to the Villa fans for holding their own with a couple of good songs. Save that one guy who sung stupid songs by himself. We had to put him in his place once or twice. I feel that there are more supporter clubs now then there used to be. More teams seem to have representation at Nevada’s

I wasn’t drinking that morning, and had errands so I did not stick around to commiserate. So nothing wacky happened. Next week we head to Man City. I am nervous, but live in hope.

Nothing kills a man slower and more horribly than hope.