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Sigurd 2022-04-08 09:01:13
A monologue in a movie
Football has meant too much to me and come to represent too many things to me. And after a while, it all gets mixed up together in your head. You can't remember whether life's shit because Arsenal's shit or the other way around. I 've been to watch far too many games, and spent too much money....
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Monica 2022-04-09 09:01:09
my arsenal, my extreme fanaticism
All Arsenal games since that day in 2007
Written on May 11, 12, 2012
Silas Carson
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Felicia 2022-04-08 08:01:02
Nick Hornby, a die-hard factory honey, can write this story and this group of people so cute. The complicated feelings and complaints about the beloved team are just right! Why do so many fans of your factory dislike it? ! ? I am a passerby worried for you...
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Constantin 2022-04-11 09:01:07
As a fan, I feel the same way. Only a fan can write such a novel, the fan's psychology can be understood, and that kind of belief can only be understood by the same fans. After entering middle age, I finally understand that football is not the whole of life, it is only a small part.
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