They turned the banter into a reproach.
We become an instrument of ridicule for those who used to wish to be us.
All the club's fan base ganged up against us with no exception.
Though they pretend to be rivals, they only have one rival in real sense and that's Arsenal.
Their so-called forgotten legend like evra, mikel obi uses us to regain the spotlight.
I tell you why they were so brutal for free; even without a major trophy we are more relevant than their clubs.
We have a brighter future, we are one of few European financial stable clubs even with trophy drought.
Imagine your club winning trophies and can't compete with Arsenal financially, they needed oil money from Arabs to keep running their club while we built stability and maintain culture and tradition.
Arsenal is an international club, we are like the Joseph in the Bible whose brethren hated because of his dream but the dream were later fulfilled.
My husband texted me: โFlight got delayed. Stuck in Chicago overnight. Miss you already.โ
The problem wasโฆ
I was standing twenty feet behind him in Atlanta, watching him buy champagne for a woman wearing my scarf.
The message arrived at exactly 8:14 p.m. on November 8, 2025, while I was sitting near Gate B16 at Hartsfield-Jackson Airport, charging my dying phone beside a businessman loudly arguing about quarterly projections.
The only late-night visitor worth answering the door for, she's like, the real world ain't all it's cracked up to be...
Animals remember kindness longer than humans sometimes.
My wife secretly kept seeing the man who donated sperm for our son.
And I only found out because my son got sick.
After years of infertility, my wife and I finally decided to use a sperm donor.
It wasnโt an easy decision for me emotionally.
Iโll be honest about that.
I struggled badly with the idea at first because part of me felt like I was failing as a man.
But my wife kept reassuring me that being a father had nothing to do with DNA.
That love is what makes a parent.
Eventually, I accepted it completely.
And the day our son was born, none of that mattered anymore.
From the moment I held him, he was MY child.
No question.
No hesitation.
For years, everything seemed normal.
We agreed before starting the process that we would use an anonymous donor and never seek contact afterward.
Clean boundaries.
Simple.
Or at least I thought so.
A few months ago, our son suddenly became very ill and needed emergency testing because doctors suspected a rare genetic condition.
My 78 year-old grandfather, married 52 years, said this on his wifeโs hospital bed:
โPeople ask how we lasted so long. Itโs not because we were always happy.
Itโs because even after 40 years, when she called my name from another room, I still felt something move inside me to go answer.
The day that feeling disappears, the day her voice becomes just background noise you donโt rush to, thatโs when the marriage is already dead.
You donโt leave because you hate them. You leave because you stopped believing they would ever truly be there for you again.โ