bedraggled

that's what we're being described as ... like a stray moggie ...

i believe it's all in the mind, look at toteringham ... same team but look at them now. and don't tell me it's due to redneck's skill and tactical nous as gaffer.

fingers crossed we don't get manure all over ourselves this weekend.

need one of these?

where's the edge?

gooners 0: turks 0
whoever said possession was ninetenths . . . was correct, its just that goals come with the missing bit. can't defend, now, can't score . . . this confidence thing is worrying.

arc of a diver

some semblance of normality

wengker winge : “all the players have been injured deliberately” !!! here

come on, man. get a grip on yourself. the bums may be neanderthals and talentless hacks but criminals ? ...

potterman has his say here

want non contact sport? play chess.

red, white and spineless?

pretty huh? ... it's a seaslug called "spanish dancer"... no offence cesc.

turks in town

here we go ... a clear win would be just the thing to pick us up in anticipation of the war this weekend. hope we don't blink.

update: blinked.

it's the pretty football, stupid

prozac has kicked in for some time now ...

don't know bout others but for me it's about the joy of watching your club play and function with some style ... wins and trophys are a welcomed bonus. it's about witnessing the complex interplay of personalities and abilities, of the hand that fate deals out and how the team deals with it, and the inevitable c*ckups. plus the chance to rant, argue and spew opinions however inconsequencial, loopy or crappy they may be. the odd wager with friends. it's a great never ending soap opera ...

whatever it is, you do not live your life through the club. it's just a distraction, albeit a wonderful one.

not a real gooner? ... so be it. i have fun, do you?

when it rains, it pours ...

gooners 1: potters 2
rvp tossed out

someone said that we're fast becoming a team of talented but soft little faggots ... touche.

expect the knives to come out ...

for today at least, frank aptly put it thus:
"and now, the end is near,
and so I face the final curtain."

stunned by stoke? ... INDEED. uefa cup next season? ... HOLY SH*T.
now where did i leave the prozac ......

you're wimps ...

the gauntlet has been thrown down ... potty trained (and ex trotter) defender alledges that gooners have no b*lls ... here and here.

the dicky might be unpleasently suprised this weekend as we usually bounce back with a vengence after a crappy game.

let's get physical, physical ...