Its just mental.
I don’t know what, specifically, but its just mental. Innit?

Queens Park Rangers have plans to move from Loftus Road, their home for over 100 years, to a new mega-site in Willesden. In NW10.
I live in NW11, so that’s really just ‘1’ away from here!!!
Ok, the London area numbers are actually by alphabetical place names, but still… but still… that’s damn close for comfort. I don’t mind me mate Dave popping round for a cuppa tea on a Saturday afternoon but if he starts bringing 42,000 QPR fans with him I’ll need to get more milk in.
Do QPR even have 42000 fans?

The new stadium will cost £500 million. They haven’t said so but they always do cost that much. And they’re building a new ‘transport link’, yeah, right, like they will for the new Tottenham ground.

The area is being called (optimistically): Willesden meets Little Venice. Which is like saying ‘The bombed out shell of Damascus meets Monte Carlo’. An area formerly known as Wormwood Scrubs, after which they named the prison which sits there. Maybe they’ll send the prisoners in to fill the empty seats. Though that may be deemed ‘torture’. Even prisoners have human rights.

Meanwhile, they played a bunch of European games this week. As usual. First they had the Champions League in which all four English teams made it through to the final stages of that worthless tournament. Celtic didn’t. Sadly they were thrashed by Barcelona and leave the European stage. As they do about this time every year.

Arsenal lost, yet go forwards, Manchester United scraped a win and Chelsea were similarly unimpressive, though they were already through so who did they need to impress?

Manchester City were fucking awesome. No other way to put it, I’m afraid. Awesome. 2-0 down to Bayern Munich, the best team in the world, at the Allianz Arena and came back to win 3-2. And then they have the arrogance to moan at their manager for ‘losing count’ because he didn’t realise that one more goal would have sent them top of their group. Oh. As if wanting a goal is all you need to do to actually score one. Tossers.

Thursday night is BIG NITE (even spelt wrongly) in European football when the proper teams come out to play. The Europa Fairs Cup League of not quite Champions. And Spurs won. Again. Brilliant. They beat… er… well they beat someone unpronouncable and won their group with maximum points and shit-loads of goals.

Which oddly, is our problem. We have a bunch of European players who can only seem to play well against other Europeans. (And of course, I do not count England as European here. Why the hell should I??) Against English teams we falter, we fail, we can’t score, we fumble and bumble around looking singularly unconvincing even when we win. But in Europe we’re wonderful.

This is Andre Villas Boas’ problem. To un-Europeanise our players in time for the league matches. For Sunday. Against Liverpool. A real 16 pointer. If not more.

And Arsenal playing Manchester City. Ooooooohhhhh, that’s a big one.

Happy victorious Friday

A xxxx