Showing posts with label Nasri. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Nasri. Show all posts

20100925

Arsenal 2-3 West Bromwich Albion

That particular score line was the exact opposite of how my day went. All you're getting from my review of the game today is this: I was asleep when it happened, Samir Nasri scored both of Arsenal's goals, Tomas Rosicky got a yellow card, apparently Almunia was awful today (according to the one UK yahoo article), and I don't want to know any more about the game. Its nothing personal against Arsenal. IU was being optimistic and hoping that we were going to continue to do well, but it looks like we're being typical and losing stupid little games while winning the bigger ones (like Tottenham last Tuesday).

Arsenal lost, but I had a good day. I slept in until 1030 (that's 10.5 hours of sleep that were much needed). I got to talk with my family. I had a good lunch and spent some time at the MI library. I had a good dinner (ravioli!).
Either later on or tomorrow I'm going to do the weekly really clean up my locker and get squared away for the coming week as best as I can.

20100310

Arsenal 5-0 Porto (h;CL)

With that score, we made it into the final 8 of this year's Champion's League. I remember a few weeks ago when Arsenal lost 2-1 to Porto away. I was incredibally nervous about today's game because of that score. I don't know how we pulled out such a score in a Champion's League game.

Dear ole Bentdner had a hat trick. When that guy turns the heat on he can really fly. I wish he would do it more often.Eboue and Nasri also had a goal apiece. Fabregas was out of the game with an injury and people seemed skeptical that Arsenal would win. But I did see an article about Wenger saying there was no excuse for the Arsenal not to win. I guess they listened to Wenger for once.My man Rosicky played, but didn't score. But that's better than you could say about him a year ago.

I was rather pleased when I came home and saw Arsenal was up 2-0. Goal #3 was a big air pump. Goal #4 was a rather large screaming, fist pumping, freaking out celebration. My dad actually came downstairs to see what was wrong. I figured we had the game, so I re-loaded my terrace chants onto my walkman (they come off when we're not doing well....superstition) and ran a mile chanting the whole way. The icing on the cake was coming home to a fifth goal. What a wonderful win.