BEAUTIFUL UGLY (AND I LOVED IT)

Well, well, well…

What a night from The Arsenal.

What a beautiful, perfectly ugly, stunning monstrosity of a performance that was.

I haven’t enjoyed a rough game that way for a long time. That was like a hamburger at a Kentucky road stop called McJonalds. An extremely cold American Light Beer on a scorching hot day with your English friends witnessing your bold move. It was Harry Styles’ first album when no one is at home. Should I be telling people about these deviances? No.