It's a Fever Pitch morning...
...when the first waking thought is
about the day's game. Everton, at home, quarter final of the FA Cup.
That's Everton who outplayed us for a half, at home, earlier in the
season, before we had the best of the second half, then scored,late,
then conceded an even later equaliser. They deserved their draw that
day.
So come on Arsene, we need this. We're
not going to catch Chelski in the league or beat Bayern, barring
miracles. Everton, at home, well that's tough but do-able, without
divine intervention...
...several cups of strong coffee
later...
...and it's time to walk the dogs. As
usual, I say to myself “we'll just have a quick walk today, stick
to the paths, stay away from the quagmire and fallen trees.” As
usual, that's blown away early on with the second right turn. We meet
an Iain Sinclar look-alike, with a Ridgeback bitch (his) and a
Staffie (his daughter's, being babysat)...
...we meet a lady who French and
Saunders must've met before writing those two mad old country ladies.
I'm sure she actually said “stuff 'n' nonsense” at one point. She
had a gaggle of various totally, gloriously, doing their own thing
out of control dogs with her, fantastic...
...back to more coffee...
...and some Arse-surfing. Arseblog (for
some sensible, informed opinions), Le Grove (just to confirm that
there's a lot of plastic idiots about, and that many of them boast
loud and long about their successful careers, while remain seemingly
stuck at kindergarten level in their first language), Arse-2-Mouse,
Goodplaya, The Guardian and The Independent, then...
...Twitter, where the team news will
break first...
...Fabianski in goal. Expected. He's
done very well. If he goes in the summer, good luck to him. First
choice full backs, Sagna and Gibbo (all good so far). Kos didn't play
for France in the stupid international pointlessness in midweek,
something minor but not in the squad, so the Verminator starts
alongside the BFG. Good. Arteta and Flamster in centre mid. Holding
and holding limited. The Ox and Santi wide mid, Ozil. Great. Sonogo
upfront. Well...lets see how he gets on. He's raw, but he's big and
strong and there's potential. What about them? What about them?...
...TV rights...
...yes. The big screen's mine (I
understand – it's strictly an on loan only agreement). Ha...
...start, stop, stop...
...good start, and 1-0 up, and now I'm
nervous and knotted up, because we need that second goal. They get
back into the game, and equalise. It was coming. ITV don't show many
stats, but at half time I'd question the panel's gut instincts: we've
edged possession and are well ahead on shots and shots on target...
...second half...
...Gareth Barry concedes a music hall
comedy penno. Oxo goes over like an old lady on a frosty morning, at
the second attempt, and in slow motion, but it's about as nailed-on
cert as it gets. Twice taken, twice scored, the Giroud comes on and
somehow it's 4-1 and we've a Wembley semi to look forward to.
Now for the rugby...
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