Short and Sometimes Sweet

There are so many things I could post about right now, so much crap in my head it's unreal. I have chosen to write about a subject I am very passionate about however. A subject I have stayed very quiet about of late. My beloved Arsenal Football Club. I have sat back and read and heard opinions galore from so called fans and non fans alike. I respect other peoples' opinions, however I do feel that some people need to have a word with themselves. The negativity coming from certain people is immeasurable. I've read some stuff that makes my blood boil. For example; If you don't go to matches week in week out you're not a 'real' fan ..........Rubbish If you do go to matches week in week out you're a mug...........................crap You can only be a real fan if you live there...............what? People sitting in armchairs know more about the team than Wenger...........dross Women don't know the offside rule.......................crap Wenger ne...

As many may know, I have a love for rugby and football. I was very much a tom boy when I was younger. Always playing with the boys. I couldn't and still can't abide bitchiness or jealousy and the lads seemed to accept me because I could kick a ball....whether it was round or egg shaped. I even made the girl's volleyball team in school. About the only time the PE teacher had any time for me. So yea, I was always picked first for football and rugby. I played in many different positions in both. Mostly defence as I was small but tough.In football I learned a few dirty tricks to keep the ball too....sly squeezing of a certain place. So I was put into goal just to keep me out of harms way! And so over the years I practiced and became quite good at goalkeeping. I loved it. My interest grew and grew. Then one day I was asked to try out for the Ireland ladies team as they trained in the field across from where I live. I was excited. However, a few days before I was due to try out I...