Cityitis. Cup for Cockups. Typical City.
Bitter, Bruised, Shaken not stirred.
Thursday, January 10, 2013
ALL GOOD FRIENDS AND JOLLY GOOD COMPANY
Let's start this piece by saying I wish to be as charitable to Arsenal
and its cherished history as I am sure Gunners fans would be towards
Manchester City and its equally sumptuous past. After all, the legacy of
Richie Powling, Gus Caesar, Trevor Ross, Alex Cropley and Willie Young
still warms the cockles of the heart on cold winter mornings like this.
All is well in the sweet-smelling world of the Barclays Premier League
Arsenal, you see, have
given us a lot of things that we should be glad for: the marble halls
and proud flagpoles of Highbury, those Archibald Leitch latticework
facades to the stands, the Clock and its famous End, Alan Ball and his
squeaky voice, Stroller Graham, Charlie George flat on his back at
Wembley, Peter Storey in and out of jail, Alan Sunderland's bubble perm,
not to mention the modern-day wonders of Bergkamp, Vieira and little