Guten Morgen,
It gave me little pleasure to have my old oppo Arseblogger confirming that Arsenal Football Club have officially ceased trading, knocked the football lark on the head and gone into the pork belly business after yesterday’s game.
Arsenal were disappointing last season. They suffered humiliation at the hands of the now relegated Brum in a Cup Final. But they still delivered their supporters Champions League football – yet again.
Apparently the usually tranquil Emptycrates was finally ringing with the sound of thousands. Booing. Easy to say, ‘so what? because it’s them, but this is appears to be yet another good indication that Pop is indeed well on its way to Eating Itself.
I know writing this that a vast percentage are mentally switching off in droves. All you want is the name of the striker. Just give us the name or delete the blog – it’s no use without the name. But it’s you snide, shiftless, squinty eyed and soulless lizards that I’m barking on about.
Defoe was booed at Milton Keynes last week. I went to Milton Keynes once. Everybody I was with hadn’t been there before either. All we knew was the place had been ‘made from scratch” about year before and that there were replica cows made of concrete – rumoured to be there to encourage real cows to take up residence in what was previously just a wasteland.
The booing is a manifestation of unreciprocated emotional investment. Which is to say, fans declaring their support, but then the players failing to beat everybody 5-0 as a thank you.
This smacks of immaturity and an absence of perspective.
So where am I going with this you ask? We covered booing the other week and we’ve certainly covered it before. Where I am going is that I kindda wish that the Murdoch Empire had not just had a few billion knocked off it’s share price, but been put in Intensive Care. That the corporation had gone into meltdown and the money that so noisely slops about the game – overnight whistled and gurgled down the drain.
‘When we buying Rossi?’ replaced with, ‘where you watching the game?‘. ‘Harry out!’ replaced with, ‘Our defense needs to work on corners.’
Yes, we all want more and we all want better, but if fans don’t get a check of themselves their seats at games would be better filled with replica fans. Make them of fibre glass or concrete, it’s all the same to me. They’ll be better company than all too many of the existing whiners.
Your pal, H.
Get The Striker! Kill The Baddies!
Brilliant. Love it.
Boo!
Yes we should cheer and not jeer
yes we should clap and not crap, though regular crapping is required for a healthy constitution
Yes, we should … oh very well
H, good post and bang on with the Murdoch empire bit. What actually brings it home to me is that living in Hong Kong does make you forget about the idiots back home. If you remember I did a match report for you a couple of seasons ago on our pre-season match in HK. Well here the locals are here to enjoy football plain and simple it really is something to experience, although the polite clapping does get a bit much. I’ve actually seen a local Chinese guy in a gooner shirt with his young son wearing a spurs shirt with BALE on it!!!!
and a bloody good report it was too if I recall.
The problem with the English fans is they eat, breath and shit their team (not football). What comes with it is a passion that often spills over into idiocy
As our esteemed manager pointed out; it is only a few but those few are complete and utter clunts!
I jeer Defoe all the time in my lounge but wont do it at the pub…..thats the difference.
However if someone else in the pub/near me at WHL goes too far i want to rip their fuckin heads open
Odd isnt it
I do recall that piece, of course I do.
Let me tell you one of the joys of this gig is seeing on the old Google Analytics where the readers come from.
For many years I was an overseas fan. My ‘mission statement’ as such is, ‘always occasionally a good read,’ but if that was to people who were abroad, all the better.
Like you, I too was that punter in the pub. It was my moment in the outside world to show my support. I moaned like a bitch at school (100 years ago) or work about us, but I couldn’t get to The Lane and I wasn’t about to let ‘everyone’ down by acting the goat.
These days, I actually far prefer away games. Those guys (and indeed gals) are different gravy. They Tottenham From The Lane and they support. They support.
BIOYC!
I was at the Barclays Asia trophy at the weekend (and before I’m slated big time for watching the chavs it was a free ticket and all the beer you could drink.) It was a 40K sell out (yep even the local HK team has a bigger stadium then us) with by far most locals dressed up in their Chav shirts and total looks of awe on their faces watching THEIR team play. Of course there were a few calls of Fat Frank you t*%t… can’t think who from & advising the locals to keep an eye on their girlfriends while Terry was in town as well as providing the local dept stores with pictures of Terry’s Mum just in case she came to do some shopping! But not one fan went away disgruntled…free beer how could I :-)
“Slag them online by all ,means, but for the love of God, there are far too many fans who would love to have the seats currently occupied by idiots who appear only interested in showing up to do some full on sneering.”
….nice.
I bet you didn’t realise how good that was when you wrote it.
I frequently don’t appreciate much at the time mate.
Mde de Hotspur went off to work this morning in huff over something or other. And she’s quite brilliant :-|
Nice piece, HH. The moaners are killing football. They have a strange understanding of the word ‘support’. Oxygen thieves.
Cheers Gus,
Sacred cows? No. Certainly not online, but you pays yer money, yer takes yer choice. I love going to The Lane. I hate the all too frequent atmosphere.
Night of The Long Knives?