Once out of bed, felt like i was knocked out on the count of
ten when my ears finally adjusted to the
news of barca’s exit from the champion’s league. And where on earth is a worst
place for this to happen than the glorious Camp Nou? I know that a million fans
like me(even though a gunner, the respect for Barcelona never ends) are hit by
a ton of bricks having to bear the pain of a deserving victory slip off the
hands in front of the home crowd..Well it is football...No matter if you are undoubtedly;
the best team in the world, making others eat the bitter Nou Camp grass. There
are times when 74% of possession can mean nothing but blinking number shit. Or
was it god in for Terry in the 37th minute?...for all these never
ending crap, let’s not blame Messi , but give a toast to Ashly Cole..accept the
nuts and bolts....out of the blue it came...the North London dreams...
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