one night before bed, Arsene Wenger is trying to think of ways to get Arsenal's season back on track. as a last resort, he prays to god. god hears his prayers and decides to take pity. later that night, Wenger suddenly awakes to see the lord. "Come forth, my son!" says the lord. to which Wenger replies, "forth? we'll be lucky if we finish bloody fifth."

 

hang on a miute, who finished 5th last year......................case closed

its only a joke. no need to get mardy. lol

oi , who u calling fucking mardy i aint mardy

touched a nerve did i.      

no u fucking never