Timed To Perfection

The Roon is in the ascendancy.

Sir Alex has moulded a world class player from the raw materials of passion, talent and ambition.

The hours of target practice have paid off.

The ugly duckling has turned into a swan.

Living proof that in the right hands, it is possible to create something both technically brilliant and beautiful.

Fiddling While Rome Burns

It strikes me that the more you try to regulate and control people, the more problems you create for everyone.

Take football for example.

Tribal. Passionate. Where battles are fought, won and lost.

Yet it would seem that the Fat Controllers have some deluded belief that they can micro manage behaviour within football's vast sociology.

It will be interesting to see how they deal with Wayne Bridge's refusal to shake hands with Terry, which is, of course, against one of their many, many rules.

And what are they going to do if the likes of Ferguson refuse to be interviewed?

Talk about fiddling while Rome burns.

If they spent even half as much time concentrating on the bigger strategic picture, on rectifying a system that allows clubs to get into ridiculous debt and unsustainable financial positions, they could find themselves heading up a highly successful industry.

Meantime, they will no doubt continue not to notice what's creeping up on them.

A Pale Imitation

A compelling fixture last night between Inter and Chel$ea, which lived up to all expectations.

It's weird how when you watch a great match like that, enhanced by the fantastic atmosphere created by the crowd, you get completely caught up in that world.

It all seems so big, so important.

And then suddenly you are facing one of life's important moments.

When your character is tested and you have to place your trust in others.

A minor operation for a loved one, not life threatening, but nonetheless an intense experience.

Wanting to do the right thing to help him through it.

Coming through the other side and knowing it's going to be OK.

Within 24 hours, somehow the drama of a Champion's League drama, starring Jose Mourhino, seems a pale imitation of real life.

Special Meaning

They say Jose was mocking the ref.
They say he showed him disrespect.
But I know what his meaning much better than them.
Jose likes a bit of the old S and M.

That Monday Feeling

What can you say about Mondays?

I manage that "Monday Morning Feeling" by keeping my expectations very low.

Then I won't be disappointed.

But every now and then life deals me a pleasant surprise.

Like today.

An email from Mr Charlton Athletic.

Who remembered me saying I would love to get tickets to an Arsenal game.

And has come up trumps!

Gooner Junior and I are off to The Emirates.

I'm so excited.

For my son.

I, of course, will be singing "Leicester 'til I die" inside.

But who knows, if I manage my expectations, I may enjoy myself a little bit.

Still Learning

I think I have told you before I now travel to work by train.

Which is proving very helpful to my football studies.

My lover regularly buys me FourFourTwo magazine.

And with the extra time my new transport gives me, I am taking the trouble to read it cover to cover.

You'd be amazed what I have learnt.

I now know, for example, about a character called Jimmy Jump.

That England won a football world cup this year.

But most excitingly of all, I have found out that there is a major debate going on about what Mancini's scarf says about him.

Some say it makes him a style icon.

Others that it shows he is loyal.

It is even suggested that it shows he is a vulnerable as the fans.

And there was me thinking he just looked a bit of a muppet.

It just shows you, I still have so much to learn.

Consult The Oracle

I know why you are visiting this site today.

Ever since you watched the Arsenal match against Porto last night, you have been thinking " I wonder what Georgina Best thinks about that second goal?", haven't you?

I'm right aren't I?

Well I will tell you.

I think that had Sol Campbell and his team mates been on the ball, they would have realised what was happening and responded quickly.

They did not react. Too busy being distracted by their own protestations.

Had they responded quickly, however, then I do think the referee would have been obstructing Campbell.

So I think on balance it was probably the right decision by the referee.

That's what Georgina Best thinks.

So now you know.

Eeyore Rocks

I can't remember if I told you but my stepson and his family have moved back to England from America.

He is a bang-at-it Chel$ea fan.

Other than an occasional phonecall, I haven't had a real conversation with him about football yet.

So I thought I would impress him by wishing his team good luck this evening (I mistakenly thought they would be playing).

Georgina's text: Good luck against Mourhino's lot

Stepson's text: Ty. Don't think we play until next week. Round Gooner Junior's watching Arsenal atm

"B****r!". I thought. "How did that happen?"

"I know. This will impress him"

Georgina's text: "Don't tell Gooner Junior, but I fear Sol Campbell is a donkey"

Within 30 seconds, Campbell scores.

"Now what do I say?", I thought.

Only one thing to say.

Georgina's text: "Eeyore rocks!"

It's Tossers' Day

My lover's been a tosser today.

Which is always welcomed by a girl with a sweet tooth and a passion for a treat.

I do love the odd tradition.

And speaking of odd traditions, have you ever been to Ashbourne on Shrove Tuesday?

Worth a visit I would say.

Probably just as a spectator though, eh!

Too Good To Be True

Ever heard the expression "If it's too good to be true, it probably is"?

Apparently not everyone has.