Tuesday, December 15, 2009 | 9:27 pm
This is a week of bittersweet emotions for me. Firstly, for the first time in around 4 years now, I was surrounded by LOSERS! Chelsea drew, ManNoob lost & LoserPool just kissed the Great Arse. Excellent. Chelsea game was quite sad, from the highlights which I've seen, it showcases 2 sides of football - Silky smooth, brazilian type of flowing football and exquisite finishes from the Drog (I am Big!) and Anelka (Le Sulk) while the other half features what is commonly associated with the likes of Stoke, Bolton & Blackburn which is the Just-Zham-The-Ball-In-The-6-Yard-Area-And-Pray-For-The-Best type of football. And it paid dividends for Everton. 3 goals of the highest quality from 1 side, & 3 goals of the crappiest quality by another and both sides enjoyed the same points. The Winner? The Great Arse.
Moving on to the next game, where the Villians was supposed to drop dead and let ManNoob walk the ball into the net, but Villa must have forgotten to read the script. After a quick headed goal by Gabby, it was almost like a German aerial bombardment against the English in WWII. However, instead of the English hiding under shelter while the Germans dropped bomb after bomb, Villa players were hurling themselves to the bombardments of ManNoob. I had so much fun by replaying the goal over and over again. 'Oh, it's Ashley Young on the left side of the field...fancy foot-work and whips the cross in...it's a good-looking ball & it's Abalaghor (whatever his name is spelt)!!!!! 1-0 to the visitors!!!' -Rewind- '...it's Abalaghor!!!!! 1-0 to the visitors!!!' -Rewind- '...it's Abalaghor!!!!! 1-0 to the visitors!!!'. You get the idea. Winner? Of course it was Aston Villa but it's obviously the Great Arse who smiles again. Want gum, Fergie?
Then the most important game was of course the Anfield encounter, where Arse had to make the results count by beating Liverpool. What's the point of Chelsea and ManNoob dropping points if Arse lose also right? So, the first half had me fearing for the worse, so bad was the performance. Then, a wonderful goal by Johnson (Liverpool player) and a sublime, world class executed finish off the upright by Arshavin (Liverpool fans are sick of him) gave us the 2 goals to overturn Pool's initial 1 goal lead. From then on, it was a boring match, I pass to you, you pass back to me, and it was not even players from the same team passing to each other, it was players of the opposite teams passing to each other. Final whistle finally went, and the joy was evident in the Arsenal people's faces, I was busy rubbing it in front of uncle who was watching with a face that Le Sulk would have been proud of, and the final scoreline wrote : Liverpool 1 Arsenal 2. Winners: the great, almighty team, Arsenal. You may clap now.
Then what's the bad news??? Bloody D-X stole the greatest & slammy award winning tag-team Jeri-Show's undisputed tag titles. It was a conspiracy against the best in what he does superstar. Then, some red hair, spiky like Bart Simpson pale white man of Sheamus won the WWE title from Superman, John Cena. And it was his first championship match after only 4 months in the WWE. Wassupwitthat? Where it took nearly 5 years for some people (Jericho still have not beaten Cena), Sheamus took 1 match to do what Jericho can't do. A big WTF. And the sheer nerve of those 'fans'. Those insipid, gelatinous germ-incubators were cheering when D-X won. Bullshit.
'If you want to sleep your way to the top, at least sleep with a woman that doesn't weigh heavier than you.' - HHH
'And you know all about it eh?' - HBK
'Yeah!' - HHH (married the boss of WWE's daughter)