Our big European night - The Stadio Delle Alpi experience
And to the Stadio Delle Alpi marched our men,
Under Arsene Wenger's tutelage,
Fearless and brave,
They played the beautiful game,
And had the Italians on their way home wondering,
How their tails ended up,
Between their legs.
This was a match I did not end up watching, courtesy of some numbtwits at the reception desk of the Pride Hotel in Pune (more about this later)
This post is about the beautiful game that Arsenal played with Juventus ( I gleaned from the highlights) and drew 0 - 0, thus progressing to the semi-finals of the Champions League for the first time in their illustrious history.
The 11 Gunners at the Stadio Delle Alpi (did you know that's a shortform of Stadio Giovanni Agnelli) produced some of the finest football Europe has seen for a while, and though the display back at Highbury yielded 2 goals, this display was about the clinical precision with which Arsenal could kill off a tie.
As I said before, I did not watch the game live, but was forced to listen to some parts of live commentary of the game over a phone (Thank you Sheez). A kind friend messaged me the result at final whistle, and so I went to sleep at 2 am, safe in the knowledge that a final with Barca on the 17th of May is a real possibility.
Only Villareal (or Riquelme) stand between us and the Stade-de-France on the 17th of May. And I would take going to the El Madrigal on the 25th of April over going to the Nou Camp or San Siro!
Go Gunners, and remind Viera of what he could have been a part of!
I have a lot to say to the numbtiwts at Hotel Pride(according to their parent group Dicklets Inc, it's the finest hotel in Pune). The Kigfisher crew having a good fight with the duty manager at the reception desk, a group of 20 football fans waiting expectantly for the football game to be shown on the flat TV screen of the coffee shop, and I would have a lot to say about the Pune's finest hotel bit! And to think all it actually would have taken to keep us happy was changing the channel on the TV, and having some pest control done to their ground floor kitchen to prevent cockroaches from having an orgy and mosquitoes from binge drinking our blood!
But then a limit on stupidity has'nt really been placed and the staff at Hotel Pride are living examples of limitless stupidity. So I guess there is purpose to their existence. I've written a few stinker e-mails to their director, and placed a few "seriously distressed by your service" type calls, but don't really expect too much out of them.
Dicklets beget numbtwits, and Hotel Pride (Pune's finest hotel) provides the meeting ground!
