The more I think about it, the more I’m convinced Diego Forlan at World Cup 2010 was a simulation. Didn’t make sense that only one player just somehow mastered how to accurately hit the jabulani. Every damn ball was so perfectly hit, it was surreal. I don’t get it!
@1ssve I used to schedule my 2am emails for 9am because I didn't want people to think I just worked and didn't have a life even though I just worked and didn't have a life. 😅
@droid254 Tbf, it's like ideas float in the air. When you are thinking about something, someone else is probably doing the same. You may be thinking of opening a certain business, ignore the idea, then suddenly the same biz pops up in your area.
Meet Benny White: elite partying lore of this man:
—Chucked Ødegaard’s £1,200 glasses right into the crowd without a second thought.
—Bullied Rice into performing "Rice, Rice Baby."
—Joyful sang "Hincapie, get your bumm out."
—Someone pelted a burger at the parade bus, and he genuinely just ate it.
You actually cannot convince me there is a bigger legend in the game of partying than him. Ultimate GOAT behavior. 🐐🥳
Allow me to gloat a little bit, but hear me out.
Ever since I joined Homeboyz Radio in February 2018, I got used to being laughed at, ridiculed and lil-bro’d for being an Arsenal fan. Even more for being a staunch believer in Mikel Arteta.
From his first interview in December 2019, I believed him. The clarity. The principles. The non-negotiables. The vision for the team, the club and the fanbase. It all made sense to me.
I understood what “Trust the process” meant because I understood where Arsenal were. Aging players on huge wages. Years of poor recruitment. Boardroom instability. A fractured fanbase. A rookie manager trying to rebuild a giant while financial restrictions boxed him in. That was never getting fixed in one or two windows.
So I was on radio and podcasts defending “the process” while people threw “Process FC” and “Transition FC” jokes at me weekly. Then came One Two TV with Saddam, where the ridicule only got louder. Friends I invited onto the show cooked me relentlessly.
Every low became content. The 2020 collapse. Spurs away. Newcastle away. The 22/23 bottlejob. The 23/24 “bottlejob”. Three straight second-place finishes.
At the end of 22/23, after we lost the league despite leading for 247 nights, I walked into the studio and found Arsenal-branded bottles scattered across the table like evidence bags 😭 Kiarie, Eric, Saddam and Nayim were ready to BBQ me alive. I had to hold that one. These guys even had candles lit all around the studio, did a minute’s silence for out title challenge that year, turned off the studio lights & everything
Then there were the clips. Me confidently predicting Arsenal would win the league the next two seasons. Me believing Arteta could revive Sterling ffs 😂 Some of the slander was deserved.
But man, I suffered. Friends, family, even Arsenal fans rinsed me over my loyalty to Arteta. I became everybody’s therapist for every complaint imaginable: tactics, recruitment, style of play, squad rotation… everything.
And truthfully, there were moments I questioned myself. Not the belief in Arteta, but whether football ever truly rewards patience. Every setback felt heavier because I had defended this project so publicly for years.
But through it all, I had one constant reminder. My best friend, who became an Arsenal fan by association, sat through endless rants, meltdowns and post-match therapy sessions 😭 Half the time he’d be on his phone during games, only looking up when the stadium erupted or I started shouting. Yet somehow, he understood the process better than many actual fans.
Maybe because he understood something bigger than football: rebuilding takes time, conviction, and surviving ugly phases without abandoning the vision. He saw the principles before the trophies, and that kept me grounded.
Because I genuinely hate how success is measured in football now. Everything is binary. Win a trophy? Success. Don’t? Failure. No nuance, no context, no patience for the work underneath.
For me, Arteta had already succeeded long before a league title. This club was broken when he arrived. Not just on the pitch, but structurally, emotionally and culturally. Arsenal felt lost. And somehow, he rebuilt belief from the ashes of what looked like a forest fire.
That deserves recognition too: the standards, the identity, the discipline, the connection rebuilt between club and fans, and the courage to stick to a vision while being mocked weekly.
Even when results weren’t there yet, the direction always was.
So yeah, maybe the faith looked delusional at times. Maybe some of it even was. But as Raymond Reddington once said in The Blacklist:
“Value loyalty above all else.”
And after six and a half long years, Arteta finally did it. He brought the league back to Arsenal after 22 years, beating his own mentor Pep to do it.
Boy, does it feel good to have been proven right. We finally did it. Thank God. 😭
Arteta’s Arsenal Football Club, 25/26 Premier League Champions. 🏆🥇🔴⚪️
This is the pure TRUTH. The reason they hate us is because we never agreed with them when they called us a failure. We stayed BIG even when they wanted to make us feel SMALL. Arsenal fans, celebrate however you want. Nobody can tell you how to celebrate. #COYG