In the wake of our mauling of the greatest team the blue half of Manchester has ever witnessed.
I am sat here writing this blog (which I hope won’t have you bored before the next paragraph) not in awe of our jaw dropping 1st half performance, Giroud’s extremely insane goal which had me screaming –
‘‘WHAT THE F!*?K????? GIROUD!!!!!!! HE DID NOT!!!!! OH SH*TTTT!!!!!!!’’-
Nor is it about a $0 worth Sanogo’s now unsurprising ability to give defenses assembled with millions of pounds a proper run for their money, the enigma that is Ramsey, the sheer brilliance of Wilshere’s all round game on Sunday, the PR machine that is Podolski, no! it isn’t even about the umlaut one’s hash-tags, shocking of all, it isn’t entirely about the Great Arsene.
NO.
This blog is about the hungry individuals that have decided that rather than get served their much deserved piece of humble pie from the great chef himself, they’ll go around begging for scraps by the roadside. For either out of pride, unrivaled stupidity or inability to look at the bigger picture, these individuals have decided that the scrap by the roadside is much better. Do they lack a little bit sense? I don’t know, we can only speculate on that matter.
Who is this Chef you wonder, why write a football blog about a Chef you ponder?
Wenger is this great Chef, the greatest of them all. Only one other man comes close but he is just a fiction of J.K Rowlings’ imagination, Albus Dumbledore (forgive me, I just got into the Harry Potter books).
A few years of no trophies and people disrespected the one man whose wisdom in these matters apexes ours, and now he has shown to the non believers the way, shown them the truth and the light.
Most refuse to queue up for their humble pie and enjoy, choosing instead to justify their god awful actions and opinions by self preservation, a notion that they in some way or form made this happen, they are the true fans. But to that I say, ‘‘Piers Morgan and your band of merry idiots eat this beautiful piece of humble pie and let’s all get along’’.
Glad to have the dark days behind us but as some have proven, a few bad results and we could very well see them again. Well fed with their pride ridden, foul tasting pie, they’ll sprout all manner of opinions that they believe to be right. They will do this with so much confidence that you who clearly has the patience to see hope amidst the chaos would consider that maybe you were wrong after all.
To this I say- ‘‘sit back, rue the bad days and trust that the chef who would rather starve than see us go hungry for success is working tirelessly to feed us again’’.
If you feel offended by the words contained in the previous paragraphs of this blog post then I think you can lay your complaints to me on twitter (@gillianmusic), I’d be more than willing to engage in a conversation with you.
Have a nice day to the rest of the hungry, well fed, or like me, those who didn’t need the humble pie at all. Share a piece with your mates today and add a few more happy seconds to your beautiful life.
Lastly, RIP to Robin Williams, I didn’t know much about him and still don’t but upon reading a Time’s article about him and watching an interview, it’s clear to see why most on my fellow Gunners are saddened by his passing.
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