Having a Laugh in the Champion's League

They say a draw is like kissing your sister, but sometimes it's like kissing your sister's hot friend. This was one of those times.

Away goal. 

United are in some trouble. 

Their fans are in the basement.  

And my top ten goals list is already obsolete.

What a goal! Even Jack was singing the praises of this winner. It appears Cesc And Emmanuel spent some time together on the bench concocting a brilliant plan. After rehearsing their routine to perfection against a hapless City, they were ready to unleash the combo that left Villareal, Madrigal Stadium and all us Gooners-in-Exile dazed and amused. Even Adebayor didn't know it was a goal for the first seven seconds. But it was a goal; a chest trapping bicycle kick of glory not unlike his wonders of last year against Tottenham and Newcastle. I'm gonna put this one at number #3 which knocks Arshavin back to 4th and, sadly, removes Abu from the tenth spot. 

Incidentally, I forgot in my last post to include two awards for Ugliest Goal so far and Best Awesome Thing.

William Gallas' "strike" against Dynamo Kiev during the CL group stage was more a bumbling, accident that spilled into the net than a part of Wenger's beautiful scheme. Still worth a point though. 

Best Awesome Thing definitely goes to Bacary Sagna for his Bicycle Save that kept Villa at bay back in December. This is the kind of never say die shit that makes me love the dread-locked golden boy.

But back to current news things. We got our away goal and can now return to Emirates with the advantage and the added motivation of possibly getting Porto in the next round. It's now a very real possibility considering the way Porto dominated United on their home turf. Looking even further down the road, Chelsea and Barca both looked scary today, but let's not get ahead of ourselves.

The church was as riotous as ever. I brought my Lady Gunner who, while not really enjoying the process of drunken soccer, does quite plausibly fake the enjoying of drunken soccer. As such, she is surely Fan of the Match, but that could just be because she's sleeping with the guy who decides Fan of the Match.  

So we had us a laugh in the Champions league. We drank and sang with the usual suspects and cursed in frustration until the Togonator brought sweet release. The best part was that nobody realized the goal had actually happened. Between the bizarre TV cut, the silence of the stadium and the fact that we always assume Adebayor is offsides, no one was willing to accept it.  But then joy gradually dawned and we piled into a raucous and wet swarm of Gooners covered in Magners and love. What a bar.

We still have to win at home, or play the boringest game ever. Since we've proven to be masters of the nil nil draw this year, I can't see why that's improbable. On you Gooners! Let's play some ugly boring futbol and, for once, we could be that bastard squad who sits back in the box and kicks a team to death. But we'll probably go for the knockout blow, and good for us.

Until next time Gooners in Exile, enjoy Adebayor. Is he a Newsy? Is he about to drive take his new Model-T out for a drive? Maybe he's just too deep in thought to consider fashion.