It was a cold and lonely Saturday morning. The four man army had been felled by sickness/travel/up-all-night, and I was the lone soldier riding the N train to church. I arrived downtown, got by pre-game bagel (I am very in favor of this new tradition, as it helps with the drinking) and grabbed my usual spot at the end of the bar. I met two older Englishmen, one claiming to be a season ticket holder. It always amazes me the number of people who stumble into our little bar from across the pond. The faithful began filing in, a little later than normal. I forget that in these colder months, I don’t need to get to the bar quite so early for a seat. More sleep for Nicko.
The game was not so exciting. An early walk-in goal from Ade put us up, but we could not add to it at all. RVP continues to go high and wide, and Denilson hit the post so hard I swore I heard it in NY (In general, Denilson had a much better game than he has had in a while). Yet Wigan couldn’t put anything together either, so we were fine. Devo called the game ‘cagey’ but I felt safe the whole time. We should have put another two on the board, but three points is three points.
The Atmosphere at Nevada’s was lacking too. I suspect this was due to the cold, as the bar was a tad lighter, and everyone seemed lower in energy. The Captain, that scruffy guy (you know the one), and myself led some songs, but it took a little doing. The Captain did give me a pound after I was the only one who would sing the Sagna song with him (Sagna I still contest is our most consistently strong player). The Captain took this opportunity to break out some rarer songs that no one knew. I do want to learn the Denilson “Black Hole Sun” song though.
A word on the Eboue debacle. He sucked. You know what, he normally sucks. While we may have been fooled by this lesser sucking before he got injured, we are now reminded of his natural state of high degree suck. While I do not agree with booing anyone in an Arsenal jersey (it’s not like he is down thinking, “wait, the fans disprove of my sucking, well then I shall suck no more”), Eboue is just bad. That’s the way it is. I am amazing the whole thing became the issue that it did.
There was a rumor that Abramovich was watching the Chelsea match in the basement with two bodyguards at the same time as the Arsenal game. . I didn’t see the bastard, but if he was down there, never more have I wished for a cave-in.
Not much to add. A win is always lovely, even if it ain’t pretty, and a morning at Nevada’s is always fun, even if it ain’t jumping.
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