Six. Surely 8-2 is six. Well you are incorrect. Well you're not, mathematically 8-2 is six but I'm thinking of it in a separate context. I am talking about the soccer result of my life time. Today Manchester United walked over Arsenal and in doing so it became only the fourth ever premier league game where one side alone scored 8 goals. It was also the third time in the premier league era that Manchester United scored 8 goals in one game, making us somewhat masters of the eight goal score line. I watched this match with my co blogger Paddy and he was making all sorts of sexual noises when certain well struck goals went in. I remember being on holiday and finding out that United had tonked Roma 7-1 in the European cup and being is disbelief, I also remember winning the champions league in 2008 and being over come by all sorts of glorious feelings. Today both of them experiences were replicated. Sadly I fear that I may be dropping to second in my fantasy football league, but I guess all my good luck has to be balanced out somehow. I hope it isn't balanced out by death, that would really suck.
At the moment I am on the toilet and Patrick is in my bedroom playing on my Xbox, I trust him enough to let him be near my very personal belongings. I have some valuables in my room too, forget about my telly, xbox, games, CDs and iPod the one possession I'm on about is my 23 carat gold plated charizard card. I'm such a cool dude.
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