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I'm a 26 year old bloke and consider myself to be fairly normal (despite the kid-love...) in my sporting leanings. I've been an avid Arsenal fan for over fifteen years, from the build-a-wall-in-front-of-the-goal-to-win era of George Graham to the pervy-uncle-we-don't-talk-about season of Bruce Rioch to the sexy, raunchy orgasm-twice-per-match football of Gallic God Arsene Wenger.
I've adored my team for so, so long. I would do anything in the world to see them succeed. I love them so much that a few years ago I came into some money. I stalked... erm... followed nicely... Arsenal during their pre-season tour of Slovenia, Austria and Holland. In Austria, pre-game, I saw Arsene speaking to the press. I sprinted over, said 'Arsene?' He looked at me with his beautiful blue pensioners eyes; 'Can I shake your hand?' He smiled 'Yes - of course'. He broke eye-contact at that point. If he saw my man-caused erection he was diplomatic enough to ignore it.
After doing what any man would do with an erection and the DNA of his hero all over his right hand, I went on with watching the match. We (Arsenal) were 2-0 at half time. I remember waiting for the second half to start, I thought : I hope Man U are losing. This result will be wasted otherwise!
I stopped to ponder wrongness of my thought, in every way it is possible to be wrong. I thought for a long time and discovered that I equate Man U defeats with Arsenal successes. I don't seek the Arsenal situation first, I care about both equally. A Man U loss registers with me as much as an Arsenal win. I love my team no less.
I was stunned by my realisation and wonder to this moment whether I've been lead astray in some form.
I'd love to know if there are any English/normal people who share my sentiments. Americans can cock-off.
I've adored my team for so, so long. I would do anything in the world to see them succeed. I love them so much that a few years ago I came into some money. I stalked... erm... followed nicely... Arsenal during their pre-season tour of Slovenia, Austria and Holland. In Austria, pre-game, I saw Arsene speaking to the press. I sprinted over, said 'Arsene?' He looked at me with his beautiful blue pensioners eyes; 'Can I shake your hand?' He smiled 'Yes - of course'. He broke eye-contact at that point. If he saw my man-caused erection he was diplomatic enough to ignore it.
After doing what any man would do with an erection and the DNA of his hero all over his right hand, I went on with watching the match. We (Arsenal) were 2-0 at half time. I remember waiting for the second half to start, I thought : I hope Man U are losing. This result will be wasted otherwise!
I stopped to ponder wrongness of my thought, in every way it is possible to be wrong. I thought for a long time and discovered that I equate Man U defeats with Arsenal successes. I don't seek the Arsenal situation first, I care about both equally. A Man U loss registers with me as much as an Arsenal win. I love my team no less.
I was stunned by my realisation and wonder to this moment whether I've been lead astray in some form.
I'd love to know if there are any English/normal people who share my sentiments. Americans can cock-off.
) but I hate the eagles with a passion... The packers could loose but im still happy and talk shit if the eagles loose aswell lol. 