Missing the pink

The Arse 0

CSKA Mos-cow(s) 0

The gods must be angry, or at least a bit miffed, with me. Probably that over-glowing Reading game report have caused a hex to descend from the heavens on the team. Now my beloved Arse is infected with some sort of Scouser-itis (that Poo seemed to have recovered recently from).

Seventy percent possession in the Toffees game and now, 24 bloody gift-wrapped, gilt-edged chances in this one.

Chances that went a-begging, nay, they went a-wailing. On their knees. Rending garments in grief. In total disbelief.

Like us Gooners were. Stunned by the profligacy of it all. Cerita pun tak guna lah ... hati sakit worr ...

Then there were at least nine of those sure gol chances that we Malaysians are so fond of describing as those that even terminally pregnant ladies couldn't miss.

But Gawd, miss we did. Even the magnificent captain was infected by this strange malady that had settled over the team over the past two games.

And then there's Percy van Wussie ... a striker who seems to be touched by angels and buggered by demons at the same time.

If this was an orgy, van Wussie's shots would have blinded at least 3 people, snapped off a couple of erect nipples and dinged the chandelier . Everywhere except the pink. He was that bad.

Fabregas was fab as usual. Rosicky was industrious and effective. Hleb was a constant thorn, the blade that flicked through the CSKA defence time and again. But they were thwarted as well.

That hex was definitely there. Around Akinfeev's goal.

Every bloody brilliant, scintillating, bright move was either stupefyingly wasted or unaccountably stymied or saved.

I'm sure there are viewers who think that there would be a reek of sulphur wafting around the CSKA penalty area. Along with shrunken heads and traces chicken blood.

Then again maybe it is just because Akinfeev is an Igor.

Let me explain.

Try to recall - in all those mad doctor/scientist movies, how many of their hunchbacked assistants were actually lynched by the mob?

None, right?

And what were the names of all those hunchbacked assistants? Right, Igor.

And Igors are, according to folklore, myths and legends, are damned efficient as well as being lucky all the time.

Maybe there's something to these legends.

Maybe also it is time to appease the gods. To make an offering of some sorts.

(I know what your offering was, Lily ... dammit girl, 3 goals from a previously barren Poo ... wow! And no, I don't think it'll work for me)

(And this is my first attempt at reversing the hex ...) Well, it looks like Doom and Gloom are back again .... *sigh

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Overall it wasn't a great week for the EPL clubs. Chelshite 2-2 Barca and Man U 0-1 Copenhagen (gorblimey, Fergie!). Tell Colleen to hang up HER razor this time around. It might just work.