I’ve just got home from Newcastle following a quite
brilliant weekend. It wasn’t a stag night although I wouldn’t mind going up
with a few lads because as Geordie Shore suggests, it is a bit of a lively
place to say the least. Apart from the women, there is one thing that would
entice me up there and that is the mighty Arsenal. For those who don’t follow
football, it wasn’t just any old game that made me decide to take a 500+ mile
round trip. It was a massive match with a lot riding on it. A win would see us
qualify to play European football for a record 16th consecutive year
and put our deadly rivals Tottenham back in their place yet again.
As you can probably tell from the fact I’m writing a post and
not in bed depressed, we won. I was a tad nervous before the match but I
should’ve known. It happens every single year. Spurs fans celebrate way too
early but ultimately realise its pure delusion and fail come May. Being 7
points behind in March meant that our celebrations were even more wilder at
full-time. A red flare was let off during the jubilations. I was so happy to be
part of it and glad I went, Eventhough it was on the seventh floor, I really
enjoyed the view and will definitely try and go again next year.
We didn’t win the league or a cup but the euphoric feeling
of winning a mini competition against Spurs has reminded me what success is and
why I love football so. I now have the feeling that we will go from strength to
strength now and get back to winning silverware. Just a pity that it was the
end of the season yesterday so no more Arsenal until August. The weather gets
good but summer is the worst time of the year for me.
I’m busy again tomorrow so won’t be able to blog again
before Wednesday. I’m going down to Southampton to see Craig David in concert.
Bit of a blast from the past but I loved him as a kid so can’t wait for more
nostalgia, my favourite word at the moment.
Bye for now!
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