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The Pet Shop Boys remix of Louis Dunford’s The Angel is fab.
It’s the Arsenal’s stadium anthem given the PSB treatment. Chris Lowe being a big Gooner of course.
I hope it gets an official release.
@petshopboys @louisdunford @arsenal
#NorthLondonForever #PremierLeague #COYG
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It can be hard to explain to non-football fans what winning a competition — especially the English Premier League — is like.
It’s an ecstasy. A joy. A release.
A release from watching your team fight and struggle for 22 years. It’s those wet Wednesdays in Wigan when you lose. It’s the long journeys home from Newcastle after a draw. It’s the ‘second-place mentality’. The also-rans. The self-doubt.
Watching your team lose against a team that’s worse than yours. Again and again. Year after year. Watching your team snatch defeat from the jaws of victory. Again and again.
It’s the infighting. It’s the recriminations. It’s the false starts. It’s the limp finishes.
It’s the way it takes over your life. Every waking moment. It’s the compromises. It’s the money. The stress. The drama. The travel chaos. The late nights. The early mornings. The “what could’ve beens.” Telling yourself: “It’s the hope that kills.”
Constantly asking yourself why do you put yourself through it?
It’s the tense negotiations with families and loved ones. The missed parties, the missed holidays, the missed birthdays.
It’s your own inner turmoil and doubt about supporting a group of 11 men who seem hell-bent on letting you down. Week after week.
And you think it’s never gonna happen. You’re never gonna win anything ever again. The sadness. The frustration. The stress. The despair.
And then…
And then… things start to improve.
You’re playing better. You dare to dream. Could this be it? Could this be our season?
And like a beautiful slow-motion miracle… it is.
And it’s the most joyous, ecstatic feeling in the world.
Those 22 years of pent-up frustration, hope, joy, pain, happiness, and jubilation all come rushing out at once.
Yes, it’s hard to explain. But my goodness, it’s a good feeling.
We are the champions, my friends.
🏆🍾🎉🥳🎊🔴⚪️⚽️🥅🏟️ COYG ❤️
@Arsenal
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So the next best thing to being at the game tonight is to be in a swimming pool at Punta Cano airport watching the planes takeoff and land 🛫🛬 😅
Apologies for the gratuitous “this is us in an infinity pool high up on a posh hotel” photos. But this hotel is fab. For some reason* they upgraded us to a suite too. It’s huge. Stuart is worth it. Just. 😎😅
*see previous heavy mentions of anniversary
Santo Domingo in Dominican Republic is what happens when history gets dressed up for cocktails. And then chokes on an olive.
Columbus was here. But probably overdid it.
The new areas go from rough and ready to modern high rise. The old town has its cobbled streets, a nice cathedral, churches older than most countries, and enough museums to make an history teacher weep with joy. The glitzy Zona Colonial serves conquistador chic with a side order of rum and questionable colonial decision making.
Nice change from the beach.
@gosantodomingo @zonacolonialsd #SantoDomingo #DominicanRepublic #Travel #History #ZonaColonial
For those that asked… yeah there were petals. Lots and lots of red petals. Just like in Mexico. Thankfully no Mariachi band this time though.
“Stop telling people it’s our fucking anniversary, will you?!” 😅
