So I have been missing in action…..been having exams, the stress, the adrenaline, the tension and worst of all the feeling that what I had read was not enough. Well, exams came and went and it went well. My name is now written in ink, and I can now walk with a little more pride in the corridors of our great institution.
So last week when I was busy trying to calm my queasy stomach and nerves for the impending exams, I watched an ARSENAL match. Well I thought the team was insignificant and nondescript and I knew that this was the game to watch in preparation for my exams….well…until I saw my ARSENALget whooped so badly, by the nondescript team….sorry, Liverpool.
Today, ARSENALplayed ManU. Today ARSENAL lost miserably. How in or under this earth does Van Persie miss a penalty like that one? (Am a chic, I could have done better) How do you ARSENAL get beaten 8(EIGHT) goals??? Is this you or QPR? (Or whatever that team is called). I remember when our affair started; my blood was always at boiling point when we engaged in games… I miss Henry, I relish the days of one Vierra… I fondly remember the days when Walcott ran like a bullet across the field. Cesc, my love, the most handsomest Spanish man walking, Gregarious Gallas, the Persie of hat tricks, Smooth and innocent Nasri, my white haired allure that was Almunia…(well, until he became a kin-chu-ngi!), the Bartender who would sometimes make us scream in delight and other times wail in grief!I I could go on, with this list……Those were great days, great moments, and orgasmic meets!
Today, ARSENAL, you are full of all these young players…with all the letters of the alphabet! (ARSENE,what’s that about? Can’t even recognize you anymore! ARSENAL!) Six years, I have cried and I have laughed with you. I have borne ridicule from all quarters. I have put up with your disappointing rendezvous under the covers…each and every week. And what have I to show for this, nothing….am as barren as I was six years before I met you! The only thing I have to show for this union is a lot of dust and cobwebs.
So today, my LOVE, my ARSENAL, I move out of our bedroom. I will no longer be your bed fellow! Am tired, am disappointed, am heartbroken…but I have to do this. Enough is enough. Put your act together and maybe just maybe my eye will rove around for a more experienced, more gregarious, more alluring, a smoothie handsome, a lover with speed and hat tricks with an orgasmic finish.
I love you; I always have….will probably love you forever too.