Saturday, February 21, 2009

Alex Song and Ten Dwarfs!



With a direct comparison of Alexandre The Great Song to Snow White, I start the blog making my intents very clear. I AM NOT A RACIST! So much so for the build-up.


This blog is about Arsene Wenger and his relationship with this strange human being from Cameroon, named Alex Song, which quite ironically makes Arsenal fans even more frustrated. HE WON'T ever be on SONG! The guy is so fucking mediocre, that the word mediocrity hides itself behind some big ugly baboon for no fucking reason whatsoever. It's not only painful, frustrating, irritating but really sad to see a man like Song play in the same Arsenal midfeild where over the years, players like Petit, Vieira, Edu, Gilberto, Parlour, Cesc et al have given the word 'classy' a new Arsenal definition. The guy doesn't give a single through ball in the entire game. In fact, he doesn't give a single pass ahead of himself in the entire game. The guy can't do a proper tackle. The guy can't run faster than a handicapped tortoise. The guy can't cleanly head the ball. The guy can't shoot the fucking football, man, that is actually scary. In fact I have never seen him shooting, Thanks heaven because I don't want him to clear the goal-line and send the ball to Highbury or something! And that would be some tribute, seriously!

But at the end of it, why blame him? He is fucking mediocre, no wait, he is bad, he is so bad, that he will not even get to play for a second division Calcutta football club. Then why does he play for Arsenal? Simple, because we don't have a fucking central defensive midfielder. Why? Because, the moron that Arsene Wenger is, he thinks Song is 'good enough'. I have had enough of it! He is not fucking good enough! He is not fucking good! He is not even mucking bad enough. He is a lazy, hopeless, disgusting, ugly, motherfucking cunt of a footballer. His father, his grand-father, great-grand-father, they never played football. They were farmers. They were cocoa farmers in barren lands of Cameroon. And one fine day, his one-eyed dad with three legs asked him to play football. This is how the convo went!
One-eyed Song: "Son, you should play football"
Ugly 16-yr old Alex: "But, father, I am a good-for-nothing son-of-a-gun"
One-eyed Song: "Son, that doesn't matter, you should just 'believe' that you can play football"

To this day, the little idiot tries to believe with all his hidden disbelief, that he can play football. Its a sad sad story I tell you. Oh, wait, it doesn't end there! This is what happened before one game of this season.

Hopeless Alex to Arsene: "Sir, I think I am a good-for-nothing son-of-a-gun"
Arsene: "Son, you should just 'believe' that you can play football, rest will take care of itself!"
Hopeless Alex: "But, sir, people laugh at me. I am a big waste. I can't do this. Please bring a good CDM like Xabi Alonso or someone"
Arsene: "Son, you don't understand. They won't work for me for just two meatloafs, a piece of half-eaten chicken and 23 Dollars a week."

And the sad story continues....

And yes, Arsenal are out of Champions League qualification. Nobody was interested to score and simply we didn't score. Van Persie missed, Vela missed, Gallas missed and Song is expecting a baby which from close reports, is actually a little mongoose! Very disturbing I tell you, for an Arsenal fan!

Season 2009-10, here we come! Amen!
 
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