“So what’s the blog about this week then Dad?”
“Well love, as I’ve told you many times, it’s an Arsenal blog. You know, about the football team, Arsenal.”
“Yeah but that doesn’t usually stop you, remember when your team were playing Sunderland and you wrote about a family holiday and how you ended up driving around Roker Park because your Dad got lost?”
“Fair comment. But in my defence I do have to pad it out a bit. Especially if I don’t want to just write what every other blogger is writing. It is after all only a football match and one that hasn’t even happened yet, there really isn’t much to say.”
“So who are they playing this weekend then Dad? I know it isn’t Manchester because you haven’t been in a foul mood all week. Talking of which who exactly is Judas?”
“He was a character from the Bible. Allegedly grassed up the messiah, but I’ve always wondered about it, I mean didn’t Jesus tell him what he would say, who to and when? A bit of a set up job if you ask me. Anyway let’s stay on the point, we’re playing Cardiff.”
“We are?”
“Arsenal”
“But you said we”
“Yes yes I know, that’s how fans describe their team, they become so involved, so much part of the club that it feels like a part of our lives in a way that nothing else really does.”
“Nothing?”
“Oh come on love I don’t mean family, of course not, in a way, you and your brother are just as important as Arsenal, but unlike other hobbies or entertainments following the fortunes of a football club becomes tribal, it’s us against them, you know?”
“No, not really Dad, sounds a little bit mental to me. Anyway, Cardiff. I’ll tell you what, you could write about the time me, you and Warren went to see the Arctic Monkey’s at the Motorpoint Arena – that was in Cardiff”
“Yeah, or there was that time I drove into Cardiff to get Liz to the train station.”
“I don’t remember that”
“You weren’t there. We were camping at Llantwit Major.”
“Was that when you did the Gavin and Stacey tour of Barry and Barry Island?”
“Different story love, don’t interrupt”
“Well excuse me”
“Sorry. Anyway, we were camping, well, caravanning to be precise, and Liz had screwed up the dates because when she told me to book the holiday she already had tickets for this music festival, an eighties thing at Henley On Thames. Rewind, that was it, and it turned out she had to get there while we were still booked on the camp-site in Wales. Turns out Llantwit has a nice little train station and the train from there went straight through to Reading where her mate lives”
“Vanessa?”
“Yeah Vanessa, anyway they were meeting up and the train is cheap as chips from LLantwit so she books a ticket, she’s always using trains for her job so it was the work of a moment for her to organise it, did it on her phone in fact, anyway as I said she books a ticket and I drive her to the train station on the Friday morning early. And I mean early, the train wasn’t due for twenty minutes. We stood on the platform, she’s chain smoking to make sure she gets enough inside her to last the journey and I’m wondering what to do in Wales on my own for a couple of days, a bachelor gay, both of us content and looking forward to the weekend. Until I utter the fateful words. ‘You got your tickets?’ She just raises her eyebrows, you know what Liz is like, the seasoned traveller, and pats her pocket. Then checks it, frowning. Then begins patting and poking in all of her pockets. I couldn’t believe it. She travels by train all the time and has never forgotten her ticket, not once. And the thing was, we’d been stood there so bloody long I could’ve driven back to the camp site got her tickets and got her back in plenty of time – but not any more. ”
“So what did you do?”
“Well, I couldn’t drive her all the way to Reading could I? We had, much to the amusement of the good folk gathered there on Llantwit station, a minor domestic. You know, one of those public arguments where you try to keep your voices down so as not to attract too much attention but everyone is thoroughly enjoying it because you are the only two people talking and they can’t help but hear it. In the end we drive back, get the tickets and she works out that if I drive like an absolute maniac I might just get to Cardiff before the train does and she can join it there. This seems infeasible to me, the roads around Barry, Cardiff airport and Cardiff itself being a tad busy at that time of the morning and trains having the advantage of going at a hundred bloody miles an hour and in a straight line. Well anyway, she won the argument”
“Well, der”
“Yes, quite. She says the train makes lots of detours and stops and that ought to buy us enough time and so off we trot like something out of a bloody cowboy film chasing the damn train all the way to Cardiff and you know what?”
“Mmmm?”
“Are you listening? I said you know what? As I get into Cardiff city centre the satnav is telling me that we might just do it, the train leaves in ten minutes and we have five minutes to go.”
“So it all worked out?”
“Not exactly. And this is where the second domestic disturbance tested the foundations of our union.”
“Anyone ever told you you talk funny Dad?”
“Many people, many times precious. This secondary and much more voluble dispute centred around whose responsibility it was to ensure that the satnav is regularly updated via the Tom Tom website. You see had it been up to date it wouldn’t have been telling us to turn right down a road which was clearly no longer a right of way. Yes we were in time, yes we could see on the map that the station wasn’t far away, no we couldn’t bloody well get anywhere near it.”
“So what happened in the end?”
“I drove in a manner likely to provoke the interest of the local heddlu, unsure of where I was going until we came in sight of the station, I flung her out, her rucksack after her and she legged it, over a wall, through a car park and out of sight.”
“You didn’t go with her?”
“I was exciting the ire of a rather large vehicle across the path of which I had stopped the car in the manner more usually reserved for American detectives or perhaps desperadoes, either way I needed to beat a retreat.”
“So did she make the train?”
“Yes, it was running late.”
“That’s a really lame fucking story”
“Daisy!”
“Sorry dad, but you’re going to have to do better than that for the blog.”
“I could talk about how well Cardiff played against Man United I suppose, at least that would be relevant.”
“Are they a good team?”
“Man United? God no.”
“No, Cardiff.”
“Oh I see, pretty good I’d say, I think they will be full of confidence and really hard to contain”
“But you think your team will win?”
“I always think we will win. It’s why it hurts so much when we don’t. It’s probably why some fans feel so let down when their team lose”
“But surely Dad it isn’t the team’s fault that fans decide to invest so much of their emotional well being in the result of a football match. That’s the fans fault. The team want to win because that’s their job regardless of whether you and a bunch of similarly weird blokes”
“And women”
“and women, decide to hinge their future happiness on the outcome of what is, essentially, them just doing their jobs.”
“Yes but a lot of people are too emotionally immature to realise that. You on the other hand being my daughter are not only beautiful but smart too. It’s genetic”
“Smart enough not to put my happiness in the hands of a bunch of strangers at least. Anyway how do these folk react? They start fighting fans of other teams or something?”
“Oh God no, this isn’t the nineteen seventies. They go onto the internet and verbally attack fellow supporters and the Arsenal players and manager”
“What? But that’s ridiculous”
“You’d think so”
“If, as you say, they identify with the team so strongly that it’s like a deep abiding relationship, like a family, then surely they wouldn’t attack their own family? I mean it’d be like publicly vilifying their children for failing at school, or being bullied by someone bigger and stronger”
“Or someone smaller and weaker – even worse”
“Well Dad, I don’t think I’ll ever understand you football fans, so I’ll leave you to your blog, good luck with it.”
“Actually Daisy, I don’t have space to write it anyway now, our conversation has taken up the word count.”
“Shit”
“I know right”
“Dad”
“Yeah?”
“Stop trying to talk like a teenager.”
“Sorry”
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Positively Arsenal 
got that off your chest then
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Thanks Stephen. It’s the quality of the comments that make this all worthwhile.
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Is it safe to raise my head over the parapet or is it going to be day 4 of Cesc vs Jack-Rambo?
Thanks Steww. I had a good laugh.
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Sharp drawing and funny too – a good start to Saturday
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I enjoyed that. Thanks.
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And what is on as the commentary game Radio Five Live this Saturday afternoon ?
I shall have my crumpets toasting at 4
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Lovely Steww, thanks. Hope the festival was worth it.
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gf60 – she had a great time. I went to the Gower Peninsula. It was staggeringly beautiful.
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Judas was framed.
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You know how to tell a story. Better than the Twitter the experts showing their superior football knowledge predicting the starting XI.
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Better than soccer am, Steww.
You have made me smile. Which is something most people find quite disturbing to see on my face.
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Shotta
Any XI from the squad Wenger has assembled are good enough.
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The sooner Usmanov fucks off the better.
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Steww, I sometimes I wonder where your going with your stories but you draw the reader in filling in bits and pieces and adding to the body of the work until like that Australian painter you finally ask a literal question do you know what it is yet? It is then your point of the story comes shinning through …..excellent.
COYG
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Shotta I can if you like?
Szezzer
Monreal and Sagna
Vermaelen and Mertesacker
Bendntner up front with a five man midfield of Theo, Santi, Flamini, Ozil and Jack
See it’s that simple. Can’t believe more bloggers don’t do it.
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a or b – believe me I don’t know until I’ve finished it either.
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Steww
Dropping Ramsey for the Cardiff game?
Controversial.
The home fans will want their money back.
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A tune to get us in the mood ;
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=98tM3ZGrAuc
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Who sorted the fixture list?
Wales vs Australia in the other code is in Cardiff this afternoon.
Transport chaos.
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dc – I just said the first eleven names that came to mind. The point is while it’s fun to guess, people who say “I expect to see blah blah blah” have no idea and are just making it up. We don’t know about players fitness, who needs more games who needs a rest who Arsene wants to try alongside who. It’s all just wild fantasy and guesswork isn’t it?
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Thanks Anicoll
This is more my style
http://m.youtube.com/watch?v=EgMp1FspLdI&desktop_uri=%2Fwatch%3Fv%3DEgMp1FspLdI
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Steww
Absolutely,
if the humour was lost in my post, the fault is entirely mine.
Anyway it’s better than day 4 of …..you know what.
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DC – sorry I know you were being light hearted, didn’t mean to sound so po faced, I’m probably just a little tense because I keep pushing to see how far away from the standard match day blog I dare go before George sacks me. His silence so far today has been deafening.
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‘said the first 11 names that came into my head’ !
Outrageous – on so many levels
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Catch you all back here after the match.
UTA!
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Steww,
Next Usmanov will be saying he always supported your writing.
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A great piece from yesterday’s Guardian on Aaron and his roots – if you missed it, as I did, then enjoy;
http://www.theguardian.com/football/2013/nov/29/arsenal-aaron-ramsey-cardiff-city-wales
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Your form makes you un-droppable.
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I’ve sedated George, he’s fine – got that odd smile on his face again.
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My favourite line was:
“…course not, in a way, you and your brother are just as important as Arsenal”.
Nothing especially contentious, just a heartwarming family exchange one might hear in any normal household.
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“If I am fan, if I am shareholder and my team is in position number one, of course I am very happy. I hope this result keeps on until the end of the season. I wish this my club.”
“The club and team demonstrate Arsene Wenger’s capacity to be number one. This is Wenger’s responsibility and his vision.”
“He does not every time have the possibility to solve this. Now I think he has this possibility and we support every effort to make our club best.”
Quite right and all
This bloke is very good George – could you sign him up ?
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Under the weather today people.
Come on Arsenal.
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nearly time COYG
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Had to come away from twitter. No matter how careful I am who I follow people are still incapable of watching a match, even when we are in control, without whining and moaning and bitching and crying and insulting our players.
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Rambö showing us all he can head the ball from distance with ridiculous skill as well. He has some collection of finishes this season. What a shot from Wilshere to start the game off.
Özil has been quiet ; )
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“Özil has been quiet ; )”
Ha ha ha
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So that’s a foul by Gibbs (it was btw) but Campbell barging into Arteta wasn’t?
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Brilliant free kick from Whittingham. So difficult to defend.
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You see that track back and tackle from Jack? Boy’s getting back to his best
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That was a fun read Steww thanks
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Playing well working hard if I may say so without fear of a jinx. Giroud nearly finding Ramsey in the box with the lay off. Cardiff look ‘up fer it’ so I’m expecting the rest of the game will be as entertaining as most of the first half has been.
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I think they’re a good team with a couple of very good players. But then I think we are an excellent team with several excellent players.
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Ohhhhh close from Ramsey there.
And if that’s a foul from Ramsey a little later you have to wonder considering what Cardiff have been allowed. Predictable.
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On the very rare occasions when Per doesn’t just snuff out an attack (that’s assuming Arteta lets them get that far) Kos has pace to spare and just tidies up behind them. It really is a great triumvirate of defence.
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Predictable as in they are the Home team, the ref should be swayed. Just a little bizarre we never see that in N.London but that is a thread for a different blog!
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Seeing the applause for Ramsey was nice. There are ways to leave a club when you want to further your own ambition, with dignity, and then there is Van ‘I got sold by Slurgus’ Persie. Heh.
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Apparently Cardiff fans were applauding the Pat Rice songs our lot were singing. A lot of class shown out there today.
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We have one hell of a keeper
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Exciting start to the second half!
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Cardiff really having a go, us trying to slow things down and draw their sting. Ref ignoring the foul when it inevitably comes.
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Mesut going through precisely what Per went through. Getting used to playing in a league where blatant fouls go unpunished.He’ll get used to it. He’ll have to.
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A quiet pass from Özil
Banged in by the Flame.
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