Jeez, I’m in a really fucking tough spot over here. I’m working on something visible and important… on short timescales. If I leave to go to a bar mid-day, and people find out, I’m up shit creek.
So many dilemmas here… but Arsenal. But Arsenal. But Arsenal.
YOU KNEW WHEN YOU HIRED ME I HAD A PROBLEM
It’s funny talking about this pregame, the evening’s event is like watching a well crafted snuff movie with your favourite actor… or heading to a really shocking piece of performance art… or watching your family butchered at a gladiatorial event. You go because you have to.
This is rubbernecking and secretly being excited about the contents of the wreckage…
I hope I’m wrong, but we’re going up against the best strike force of all time… kind of. This is going to be spectacular… you can either lap it up and say, shit, this team is the greatest. Or you can get all upset about Arsenal not being able to compete and hate every minute?
I say enjoy it. If you’re there, you’re watching history. Either great history, where Arsenal come out on top in a heroic win that will unpick in the second leg, or terrible history where we get trashed by the best team to grace these shores in a long, long time.
Let’s see how it pans out…