WIGAN 2 - 2 ARSENAL: SAD WALRUS HAS SOME THOUGHTS.

Sad Walrus thinks all the good work from the Chelsea game has been undone with this result.

Sad Walrus is a huge Arsenal fan. He goes to every game, as matter of fact he's a season ticket holder. He's got family and kids to feed and in these tough economic times, for a simple plumber like Sad Walrus, it's especially hard. And yet he has no doubt in his mind that splashing out 1100£ on a season ticket is absolutely worth it. Although he would never admit it.

See, our Walrus here, has become a bit disillusioned with Arsenal's form in recent seasons. He claims he isn't bothered anymore with this team. He thinks Wenger's method is outdated and he's not going to rest until the manager is sacked. He tells everyone he's only been to two home games this season and his Fulham supporting step-brother is actually the one using his season ticket. I suspect he's lying.

I know he's doing it out of love, though. Deep down inside, he's hurting. And the reason he's saying he's given up on Arsenal is because he cares. He cares a lot more than most of the other fans. He's invested a lot of money in our great club but it's nothing compared to the amount of emotional distress it has caused him over the years. And Sad Walrus deserves to be re-payed. He deserves to see that shiny trophy (any trophy) glisten in the sun.

So, I understand him, completely. I understand him demanding Arsene's head on a plate after yesterday's draw with Wigan. I mean, maybe he didn't have to make EIGHT changes to the team that outplayed the Champions. Rotation during this period is necessary but maybe five or six would've been enough. And he's the one who thought waiting until 85' minute to make a sub, even though it was evident to anyone with eyes our game desperately needed it, is perfectly acceptable. Not to mention him playing Arshavin AND Eboue on the same flank. (Yet I did. HA!)

And I understand him wanting a clear-out in January transfer window. After all, despite the eight changes, we really should've won. Every single player who was on that pitch yesterday is an experienced international (besides Denilson). Arshavin and Bendtner is our unwanted second string now? Bullshit! Those were players MORE than capable of beating a team in the relegation zone. They were lazy and uninspired, they don't deserve anything more than a place on the bench. On a park bench, which they'll have to share with a hobo.

Also, I understand him wanting a world-class defence. No team will ever win the league with a defence prone to the kind of mistakes which cost them games.

I understand. I want those things too, well some of them, at least.

But I just can't bring myself to give up on Arsenal, I don't think I could do it even if I try. Hell, I still think we've a chance to win some trophies this season. Sad Walrus had branded my unreasonable optimism as "blind faith".  And I'm not entirely sure he is wrong.

I just don't think I could ever wish for us to fail just so I could say "I told you so".

Maybe, I don't care enough.

Or, maybe Lee Probert deserves to be hit repeatedly over the head with a shovel.

Discuss.

THE DAY DIDIER DROGBA COULDN'T SCORE AGAINST ARSENAL.

Johan Djourou had Drogba's balls firmly in his hand the entire match.

 Ahead of our match against Chelsea yesterday, every "pundit" and sports journalist was standing in line, ready to whip out the statistics and wave them in front of anyone who would dare to be optimistic about our prospects.

However, unlike some of our previous encounters, this one didn't have "the inevitable defeat" written all over it. Somehow, despite all the stats, predictions and analysis I had a good feeling about this one. I was hoping for a win but I thought a draw was the more likely outcome. Either way, there was one thing we all were convinced was going to happen for sure - Didier Drogba would score a goal.

13 GOALS IN 13 MATCHES - Drogba's record against us. I have to admit, at this point I can't stand the sight of the fucker but GODDAMN, that's impressive!

So imagine my complete and utter shock when after the final whistle I looked at the score sheet and his name wasn't on it. That was more surprising than the score itself. Some Chelsea fans say it's down to Malaria which Drogba still hasn't completely recovered from. I say it's down to a conversation, which must've recently taken place between Johan Djourou and a certain Philippe Sylvain Senderos.

I imagine it went something like this:

Johan: Show me, where did Didier touch you?

Big Phil: ......*starts crying uncontrollably*

Johan: I shall avenge your suffering, Philippe. Mark my words.

Anyway, I am not going to jump on the bandwagon, suggesting we've broken some kind of "HOODOO". It's not like Drogba will never score against us ever again, he will. For all we know yesterday's match could be just a one-off. But hey, it doesn't matter right now because we won. Not only that, we actually outplayed them.

Every single Arsenal player deserves the praise for that performance. Song had his best game of the season so far and I'm not even talking about his super-important opener. Fabregas played like...uh...Fabregas and hopefully his goal will make him forget about his hammy.

Then there's Walcott. I wasn't worried at all when I found out he was starting. I was just glad Wenger had the balls to drop Arshavin. I knew Theo would take his chance. Not only did he set up Fabregas for our second, making Ashley Cole look like the twat he really is in the process but he also scored our third, which was as Henry-esque as it gets. The exchange of passes with Cesc, the run, the finishing - everything about Walcott's goal was top-class.

We had a lap of concentration later in the game and conceded from a set-piece but fortunately it turned out to be nothing more than a consolation for Chelsea.

FULL-TIME: Arsenal 3 - 1 Chelsea.

Great game. Great win. Too bad we only have one day to enjoy it. *frowny face*

Also, Mark Clattenburg is a useless prick but the whole time I was watching the game I couldn't help thinking that for a Premier League referee he's actually pretty decent looking. But then again, I'm a disgusting pervert with an extensive collection of midget porn.

So...Uh...Hmm...

Hey, what's that?

*runs away in tears*

ARSENAL'S SERIOUS PRE-MATCH TEAM PHOTO AND PARTIZAN BELGRADE.

Serious Cats are not impressed with our performances in Europe this season.

Even though our last group stage game in the Champions League didn't provide us with a performance to be proud of, it DID provide us with this weird as all fuck, pre-match team photo.

Absolutely everyone in the back row look like they want to murder you. Except Chamakh - he looks like he's about to date rape you.

Now, the front row - Sagna looks lost, Denilson and Gibbs look like escapees from a Chilean prison and Nasri and Arshavin could pass for models from the kids' section of a new Sears catalog.

I can't decide whether this picture is awesomely creepy or creepily awesome. Discuss

As for the Partizan match itself, I don't think it warrants any type of discussion since it was as mediocre as it gets but I'll discuss it anyway. I'm mysterious like that.

Anyway, the first half was rather dull, we took the lead via a Van Persie penalty, about 15 minutes before the interval and...Sir?...Sir?...Sir...yes, you...move along please, nothing to see here.

As the second half was about to start I thought to myself - Ok, although we've been pretty dreadful, so far, I'm sure we'll win this one comfortably. It's not like Partizan are causing any trouble. Hopefully Shakhtar will lose their game and...whoops. Surprise butt seks! Parizan score. It's 1-1.

Fuck topping the group, we should have worried about this stuff when we were losing to Braga. I just want to qualify. Cannot let Spurs advance further than us. COME ON SHAKHTAR!

My plea was followed by a very nervy half an hour, where I honestly couldn't tell which way it's gonna go. None of the players on the pitch looked like they could inspire the breakthrough. Thankfully, it's not 1952 and teams are allowed to make substitutions. The ineffective Arshavin was replaced by Theo Walcott, who in turn, replaced my anxiety with jubilation by scoring the match winning goal. 

There was another one, with about ten minutes to go from Nasri involving his trademark footwork, described by some on Saturday as "poetry in motion" but Theo's goal was definitely the one that sealed the deal.

Also, Sagna got sent off with about 5 minutes to go. It was a straight red which means he will miss the first leg of the last 16. I didn't think it was a red card but most people seem to disagree. Hopefully, his absence won't have that much of an impact, although the thought of Eboue as a cover for Messi or Ronaldo isn't a very healthy one.

Seriously though, I was terrified of us not making it to the knock-out stages. Mostly, because it would've relegated us to Europa League. And I just couldn't bear the thought of watching Arsenal play on Thursdays.

THURSDAYS?  NO, THANK YOU.

That's the kind of perverted shit which I refuse to be a part of.

THAT SAMIR NASRI IS A BIT OF ALRIGHT.

High-five Bear is pleased with Nasri's progress.

"A touch of an angel" and "Poetry in motion" - those are just some of the expressions used by the commentators to describe Nasri's match winning performance against Fulham, yesterday. And unlike their attempts to pronounce Etuhu, which sounded like a cartoon character sneezing, they got it spot on.

I don't remember exactly just how many chances we had in the opening 15 minutes of the first half but I remember thinking we are going to regret not taking them. And that's when Arshavin's pass found Nasri as he was making his run towards the goal, he stepped inside two defenders who fell for his cunning trickery before smashing a shot which would've broken the net, had it been any more powerful.

What struck me most though, was the amount of space he was getting from the Fulham defense. Their left-back (Briggs, I think) didn't even attempt to chase the ball once he lost it, he just sort of stood there giving Nasri all the time in the world and watching his "poetry in motion" like footwork.

Arsenal continued to dominate, creating and missing (of course) a host of chances and it was inevitable that we were going to pay for it. To be honest, I don't even celebrate when we score the openers anymore because I KNOW we're going to concede sooner or later. And yesterday was no exception, when at the 30 minute mark, Fulham managed to equalize with their first attempt on target.

Once again, our defense was softer than your 75 year old grandpa, who can't afford Viagra. And Alex Song is partially to blame. For the failings of our defense, I mean. If I were you though, I'd blame him for your impotent grandpa as well. I don't know what it is that makes him think he should bombard forward at every opportunity like he's fuckin' Pele but I hope it's not Wenger's encouragement. That West Ham game changed him for the worst. Since he's tasted the glory of a goal scoring hero, he hasn't been the same.

Anyway, our football wasn't particularly creative in the second half and Fulham almost snatched another one when Kamara with only Fabianski to beat, shot straight at him.

The real talking point of the match however, came via Nasri's second. I was watching the game with my Dad (true story) and right after Nasri had scored, he said: "I remember seeing a goal just like that a long time ago, I don't remember who the scorer was, though. Was it Maradonna?"

To me, that pretty much sums it up. I'm not sure about Maradonna but it was definitely Messi-esque. It even made the "Top Ten Plays" on ESPN's Sportcenter. No point describing it, here it is:

Afterwards, Fabianski was forced to make a couple of saves but that goal, it just HAD to be the winner, hadn't it?

Also, it fired us right to the top of the league table, since Man Utd's game was postponed due to the fact the pitch in Blackpool is being temporarily used to host Hockey games. Ha-ha, get it?

What? Making fun of those who can't afford under-soil heating is a noble thing to do.


*gif of the goal is via

EBOUE IN TIGHTS AND LAME PITCH INVADERS.

I didn't get a chance to see our Carling Cup quarter final against Wigan yesterday, since it wasn't anywhere on TV and I would rather listen to a Ke$ha album than watch it on a stream that freezes every 10 seconds.

I do know that we won 2-0 with an own goal from Antolin Alcaraz and another from Nicklas Bendtner. I also know Eboue wore tights. They were white and ridiculous.

And while this about concludes my review of the actual match, there is something else I want to discuss. The issue which I've been meaning to bring up for awhile.

I am talking about, of course, THE PITCH INVADERS or to be precise, the complete and utter incompetence they've been displaying lately.

There were two of them last night and neither showed any commitment, whatsoever. There was no desire, no spark, no spirit. Not to mention the fact that they were FULLY CLOTHED. Disgraceful.

You wanna be pitch invadin', bro? Better do it right, yo:

You see this awesome, AWESOME pitch invader? That's fuckin' DED-I-CA-TION for you. From the love he's spreading to the timeless artwork. Flawless. FUCK JOSE? FUCK YEAH!

I pray to God this saint didn't get banned for life.

ASTON VILLA 2 - 4 ARSENAL: ASTON VILLA IS A MILF WHO GOES TO THE GYM FIVE TIMES A WEEK.

After the Braga defeat on Tuesday I said that our footballing "style" at the moment is akin to having an Unresolved Sexual Tension. In a sense that we huff and puff, pass and pass. Create some great chances that we, oh so often, fail to take and have tons of possession which ultimately leads... NOWHERE.

Which is why, it was absolutely crucial for us to resolve that metaphorical tension against Villa. It would've been disastrous not to. We'd start losing our minds. We'd buy an anatomically correct doll on Ebay, call it Bianca and start telling everyone that it's our girlfriend. And so, I would compare yesterday's win to "resolving" it with a MILF, which despite her age goes to the Gym five times a week and you can definitely tell used to be hot. For some reason that's what I imagine Aston Villa would look like if it was a woman. *sigh*  I'm so lonely.

The start of the first half was all us. We came out all guns blazing (see what i did there) and it was, rather unexpectedly I should say, Arshavin who was pulling the strings. He was due, I guess. The law of averages and all that. So, it wasn't surprising when he opened the scoring. James Collins and Luke Young went for the same ball and missed it, leaving Arshavin plenty of space to make a run towards the goal and just as the Villa defense started closing down on him, he drilled a low cross shot into the bottom corner. 1-0 to the Arsenal.

For the second, Nasri was the scorer. Arshavin's cleverly taken corner found him on the edge of the penalty box whereas Nasri's deflected shot found the net. There was another great chance for Nasri minutes before his goal, when after a great run he found himself one on one with Friedel but could only hit the side net.

The first half ended and there we were, sitting pretty with a soft and warm two-goal cushion. It's alright, I thought. We're too smart to let the game against Tottenham become anything more than a one-off (this season). So, naturally, when Aston Villa scored, the first thing in my head was: "ARE YOU FUCKING SHITTING ME?"

Now, the goal itself should have been disallowed since Carew was offside and blocking Fabianski. However it doesn't excuse our piss-poor defending. Squillaci's clearance was bad but the indifference of our full backs' was even worse. When Clark got the ball, neither of them even attempted to close him down or at the very least, try and block his shot. They just stood there, observing the inevitable.

Then, Chamakh made it 3-1 and our players decided it was enough hard work for a day and taking a leisurely stroll about the pitch would be preferable. And so they did. And so Clark's header hit the crossbar. And so it went in. Aston Villa 2. Arsenal 3.

Oh well, I thought. At least they're not Spurs (they don't deserve to be in bold).

I waited for the equalizer which I was convinced was coming and even after Jack Wilshere headed in our fourth, the scent of another Villa goal was...uh, in the air?

I did however, enjoy seeing an Arsenal fan invading the pitch with his pants falling down and jumping on top the Wilshere-Gibbs-Rosicky man pile (top pic).

Terrible defensive display, once again, but I guess, a win is a win.

We were top of the league for almost TWO hours. Yes, we were.

The End.

BRAGA 2 - 0 ARSENAL: NOTHING TO BRAGA 'BOUT (HA-HA, GET IT? :)

Aslan believes the display in Braga was disappointing.

Get it? DO YOU GET IT? Nothing to "Braga 'bout"? You know, 'cause Braga sounds like brag ! Huh? What? You don't think that's funny? Does that mean no one will ever love me? Ahh :(

Well, that was shit, wasn't it? Our performance against Braga, I mean, not my headline. My headline is still awesome, unlike you. Anyway, as I was saying we were shit. Not only we didn't look even remotely interested in winning but we didn't even put enough effort into it to secure the draw that would've put us through to the knock out stages.

I thought Arsenal were better than Braga in the first half and had a couple of decent chances but didn't take them because why would they? It's only "Braga", we spanked them the last time. GRRRR!

It is incredibly frustrating because it's starting to become kind of a "thing" for this team. Where they stroll through games they wrongly assume are going to be easy. Either from the kick-off or after going two nil up. Even when they do create something, all the great chances go to waste because no one cares enough to take them or at least that's what it seems like. It's almost as if they lose self awareness as soon as they find themselves in front and it's fucking irritating, since as I said, it's slowly becoming "our thing".

Remember, like during the unbeaten season, not losing was "our thing"? Well, it's just like that, except right now "wasting chance after chance, thinking we'll win anyway due to the unreasonable overconfidence but end up losing because that's what happens to people who believe they're own hype" is our thing.

Like in a sitcom, where the two main characters have this strong sexual tension that ultimately leads nowhere. That is EXACTLY how we play at the moment. We're Ross and Rachel, Mulder and Scully, Bruce Willis and Whatsherface from Moonlighting. And we NEED to resolve that metaphorical sexual tension, as soon as possible!

Anyway, the second half was dreadful (to be honest the entire match was dreadful, but at least for the first 45 minutes we managed to look somewhat bothered).  First Cesc had to come off with another hamstring injury and now looks to be out for three weeks. Then, with about 20 minutes left Eboue was stretchered off and we had to play the rest of the match with ten men. *insert an #EboueFacts joke here*,  if you feel like it.

Shortly after Braga went on to score twice in the last 10 minutes and the way they scored the second one was especially annoying. Matheus was surrounded by THREE of our players. All that was needed for him to lose the ball was a slight tackle and somehow no one could do it. NO ONE. This honestly still boggles my mind. Why the fuck didn't they tackle him? It couldn't be because they were afraid to concede a penalty or a free kick, could it? It was the LAST minute of INJURY time for fuck's sake!

I should mention, we were denied a stonewall penalty when Carlos Vela was brought down in the box by whoeverthefuck but that shouldn't change the fact that we couldn't beat a team that lost to us by SIX clear goals, less than two month ago.

Also, Wenger has branded Uefa's five-official system "useless", he said: 

"it is absolutely useless"

The loss against Braga means we now have to win our final match against Partizan. They're bottom of the group without a single point. Terrific, especially when you consider how well this Arsenal team plays when they assume they're in for an easy ride.

Oh Joy.

ALEX MCLEISH IS GINGER, WON'T EVER BE LOVED.

This is what Alex McLeish the Birmingham City manager said about Jack Wilshere's tackle on Zigic on Saturday:

It’s a bad tackle. If he doesn't get a red card for that then I think we might as well pack our bags and go home.

This is what he said after our 2-2 draw at Birmingham, in an interview to BBC about Martin Taylor's tackle on Eduardo. He said:

The fact that (some commentators were surprised at the red card) tells the story itself - it was seen as just another normal tackle in a game of football where there is contact.

So, just that we're clear on the concept...

BAD TACKLE:

JUST ANOTHER NORMAL TACKLE IN A GAME OF FOOTBALL:

Can you spot the difference? Now, I don't mean to brag but ankles aren't supposed to bend that way.

Naturally McLeaish had some things to say after our win on Saturday. Here's a couple of quotes (with translation) worth reading:

"The tackle by Nasri is a sending-off,"

Or maybe it isn't

"He’s kneed the guy in the back. Is that not violent conduct? Anyway, they gave him a yellow card."

Says a person who thought Taylor's tackle on Eduardo didn't even warrant a red card.

"I don’t mean to be a whinger..."

That's unfortunate because you sound like a whiny, little bitch.

"...but we’ve had a lot of decisions go against us over the last wee while."

Boo fucking hoo, maybe you should spend less time badmouthing other teams then. Just a thought.

"One of our players is going to have to get hit with a baseball bat to get a penalty, that’s for sure."

Hmm...dunno, wanna try it?

"Eboue had the scissor challenge on Ridgewell. We know the damage it can do."

Yes. Yes we do know, Alex. The person who thought Taylor's tackle on Eduardo WASN'T deserving of a red card.

"Did you see Murphy get punched in the face in the last minute?"

Did you see Chamakh get elbowed in the head?

"We took him off with a cut eye. He’s got stitches. Let’s investigate."

Let's. Just let me get my monocle and a top hat and we'll be on our way.

"Jack Wilshere’s was a deserved red. He’s not a dirty player but even the best can mistime tackles. Zigic is lucky. He could have had his leg shattered like Eduardo."

But he didn't have his leg shattered like Eduardo. He got up and got on with the match...unlike Eduardo who needed an oxygen mask because he had a bone sticking out of his sock.

"Martin Taylor still gets vilified for that."

For practically ending a fellow professional's career? Oh no, poor Martin Taylor. I hope he gets through that.

"People are still going to interview Eduardo about that tackle."

Well, that's not right! Can you believe it? They're going to interview him about THAT tackle:

 
"It’s scandalous."

It is, indeed.

"Will people be interviewing Jack Wilshere in a year about his tackle?"

Probably not.

They will be interviewing Eduardo about THAT one, though.

panda pic's from here.

ARSENAL'S NEW AWAY KIT IS NOT AS AMAZING AS EVERTON'S NEW AWAY KIT.

I hope that outfit will finally get me to the top of the page at lookbook.nu

Annoying, spoiled hipsters are into sports, right? Hello?

Anyway, the pictures of the new away kit came out yesterday and I have to say I like it. I like the design and the fact that it's yellow. Not just because it's a somewhat traditional color for our away kits. I just like yellow. It's a happy color. I even like the song (yeah, I know). Plus I don't particularly mind the maroon, so all in all I'm quite satisfied. I'm sure people at Nike are breathing a sigh of relief as we speak. Then they'll do more coke and order some hookers.

Most importantly though, I hope Cesc Fabregas sees it and realizes that he won't get a chance to sashay around the pitch in an outfit as fierce as this one in some stinky Barcelona.

HOWEVER, as awesome as our away kit might be, there IS a place where they take the definition of high glamour to an entirely different level, which might just sway Fabregas or any other player for that matter, to switch sides. I am talking about, of course, EVERTON FC  and their magnificent new away kits:

Just see how thrilled Tim Cahill looks, the excitement on his face says it all:

Imagination, Life Is Your Creation! LOL!!!11!!!1

WORLD CUP 2010: A QUICK SUMMARY.

Paul the Octopus is trying to predict the winner of the offshore powerboat race...

This year's World Cup could be summed up in one sentence - THE WORST WORLD CUP I CAN REMEMBER WATCHING! There's no need to go into detail with statistical analysis or play by play review of matches because if the main highlights of the biggest international sporting event in the world are the psychic octopus and the French team's theatrics that any 13 year old girl would be proud of, it more or less sums it up. Nevertheless this summer we had a World Cup and there won't be another one for four years so let's discuss...

SOUTH AFRICA - THE HOST.
Probably the only country on the African continent that's realistically capable of staging such an event. Their chances of progressing beyond the group stages were always quite minimal, although they've shown themselves to be a pretty tough opponent against Mexico, on the opening day and against France on the last day of the group stages. They did however, suffer a pretty heavy defeat at the hands of Uruguay but the fact they went out of the tournament on goal difference, tells its own story. So I genuinely wish South Africa good luck in 2014. Even though I really, Really, REALLY want to shove those vuvuzelas up their asses.

URUGUAY - THE SURPRISE PACKAGE.   
Managed to reach their first semi-final since 1970 AND to provide the tournament's Golden Boot winner, without anyone suspecting. Sneaky bitches.

Also, they hosted and won the first World Cup ever in 1930 and is only one of five nations to win the FIFA World Cup on two or more occasions.

In addition to that...uh....um...hm...Natalia Oreiro was born in Uruguay. I realize you might not know who she is (that's what google image is for) or be familiar with her "work" but it doesn't matter, because she looks like this:

Natalia Oreiro is really happy for Uruguay...

ARGENTINA - THE BIGGEST DISAPPOINTMENT.
The disappointment of the tournament has got to be Argentina. No, NOT because of their failure to make it past the quarter-finals, despite having one of the most star-studded line ups in the competition this year, that includes arguably the best player in the world, at the moment. No! No! And NO!

The reason they are nothing but a gigantic lump of FAIL is because the expected level of crazy that Maradona was supposed to bring with him, fell way short of the mark it could potentially have reached. Now, maybe the standards were too high to begin with but after all the delightful madness that we've witnessed over the years, is it really too much to expect something a little more creative than THIS???11?.

Punching a player from an opposing team, getting naked, inserting himself into the game mid-way through the second half, punching a player from his own team, bitch slapping Joachim Loew...*sigh*...ahhh, the possibilities were endless.
Oh well, all we can do now is to imagine what might have been, while sobbing uncontrollably ...

found it here

FRANCE - THE ENTERTAINER.  
When the showing on the pitch isn't up to scratch anymore, there's a group of fine gentlemen that knows the true meaning of entertainment. You can count on them to risk their reputation and career to make sure the public gets what they paid for. "You should never leave the customer unsatisfied" - is what I imagine their motto must sound like. 

The saddest part though, is that the embarrassing bitch fighting between a bunch of 30+ multi-millionaire prima donnas, was probably more entertaining than all of the World Cup matches combined. 

Having said that, it IS kind of disappointing  what's happening to the French team at the moment. For some inexplicable reason I've always sort of had a bit of a soft spot for them and not just because of an Arsenal connection. However, this time, despite there being an Arsenal interest (past and present) I simply cannot bring myself to care about them in any way. 

Maybe it's the fact that they had the nerve to bully the dreamy, dreamy Prince from The Little Mermaid because he and I quote "reads books and expresses himself eloquently." Wait what? They hate him 'cause he READS BOOKS? BWAHAHAHAHAHA! 

Most likely, however it's because they're managed by a "keen amateur dramatist" who and once again I quote: " ...has admitted to distrusting Scorpios." Even Britney Spears read that last part and went: Bitch, you crazy!

Britney's reaction to hearing Domenech's team selection.

Also, there's THIS:

How U doin'?

SPAIN - THE CHAMPIONS. 
The bookies' favorites. Congratulations if you made a lot of money off this victory. You and your perfect life can both go fuck themselves. I was rooting for Holland.
THE END.

Bitchface Villa's DeNiro impressions still require some practice.