Home at last!
London is OK in its own way - it's the home of the Gunners after all.
But being more a country girl it's nice to come back to snowbound Gloucestershire.
And I come back with three more friends made through football.
It started when during one of the breaks, whilst waiting for the trainer to return, I was reading my March copy of FourFourTwo.
"You don't look like a typical FourFourTwo reader", a voice from across the room said.
So I told him the story of how I came to football. That it wasn't long ago and that I approached it with cynicism. How now I love the game with a passion and write a daily blog.
I gave him my card.
By this morning he'd taken a peek.
The conversation was joined by the man next to me. Who is a Liverpool fan it turns out. And who thinks Robbie Keane is a nightmare and Rafa is brilliant.
Then at lunch time today I sat next to a Chelsea fan and we agreed it was time the special one returned.
Football's such a great way of communicating isn't it.
