That be Robbie from Arsenal fan TV. Its an absolute Youtube hoot. All these gobshite Herbert's thinking the sun shines out of Arsenal FC's arsehole.
I'm seeing a distinct lack of Arsenal shirts on the streets of this fair city. That must be a worry for the money people. I see that anything less than a win today vs Norwich could see the end of Arteta. According to the goss Graham Potter is being lined up. Might do better with Harry Potter.
We took some thrashings in the PL, and were outclassed a few times but sadly that's football these days. Once you accept you can't compete, it comes down to what type of club beats you. Of all of the biggest teams, I found Arsenal to have the worst mentality and fanbase. Whiners, snobs, closet Barca, entitled humourless turds, Relegation could be the best thing that happened to them since they cheated their way into the top flight after the Great War.
"We don't deserve this" "This is so unfair" "Why do we always do things the hard way?" and then in a few seasons:-: "We've been through it. I've always followed them through thick and thin, what a loyal fanbase we have- the best."
****ing hate Arsenal for many reasons. Being relegated to the Realm of Hades 7th division would be too good for them. They should **** off back to South London and disappear forever. Arsenal FanTV is most amusing right now.
Claude on Arsenal Fan tv was a blast. Think he got the bums-rush. I've never laughed so much, made Peter Kay look like a novice wantabee. Then there's a geezer called Lee whose bp goes into the stratosphere and his head becomes a massive beetroot. Set of deluded prats.
Still makes me tingle remembering walking toward the underpass at Wembley signing City Til I Die with gusto after some slack-jawed Arse fans above thought they'd bait us after winning.
I was on the tube with my Dad and brother heading to Wembley. The train was full of Arse fans and they were basically trying to smash the place up. There was a pretty young girl who was only on that tube after doing her shopping, she was carrying four heavy bags of shopping. She leand toward me and whispered something. Me: Sorry love, you what? Pretty Girl: Please beat them. Oh if only we could have held on to that lead, I bet she'd have danced all night.
