Well Arsenal duly deliver last night against a pile of crumbling shite.
Even if Eduardo did get blown over by a big gust of wind the tie was never in doubt, Celtic fans get over it, really, get over it.
Think about it, you couldn't score one goal against us at your so called fortress, so how the fuck did you think you were going to score 3 at a real fort.
The match was pretty much an Arsenal dominated affair, the only way you could tell that Celtic turned up was that their shirt blinded you.
And at last Arshavin is on the score sheet, which should see him up his game, perfect timing.
The only sign i could see of the "Arsenalisation" was the new white seats that form a big cannon on what would be the "east" stand or on the join of the blue and green quads.
Not much to report on the drinking front except it was pretty dull my fellow gooners who were on tour were a couple of pussy's who had left their drinking hats at home. Zippy Zeb was arse holed after a couple of poncy pear bulmers, Baker John was knackered( he done a full shift at work from 4 am in the morning before the match, fair play ), Ally just wanted a fucking kebab and the other 2 clowns were pissed before the game (see above)
I did have a bevvy with a couple of Celtic fans, when we got back to the hotel, I decide to nip out for a ciggie and was confronted with half a dozen Celtic fans with a carry out, I naturally obliged by drinking as much as i could without offering to pay for it.
Our reward for pissing all over Celtic is a trip to Greece (home of the Kebab), a visit to Belgium(home of beer) and an outing to Holland ( home of all things a single man wants but cant get legally at home)
Hallelujah, that's one hell of a Gunner On Tour prospect! Beer, Kebabs and special cigarettes!
I'm of to drawl over flights to the continent.
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