Hi guys and gals.
Some of you reading this have been reading my dribblings for years now, for some, this is your first.
Either way, I’m eternally grateful that you’ve chosen my site. You will probably know that my site occasionally features some eclectic content. It does say so at the top of the site, to be fair!
Well, I’ve been writing these strange short-stories for years. They don’t normally get many readers, but I think they are important. Let’s face it, there are a myriad of choices if you need a match preview or you want to catch up on the latest team news.
If you want to imagine your favourite players in a murder mystery though? Where do you go for that?
Content and writing needs to be different. It needs to stray from the lines every now and then.
So, I collected them all and crammed them all in a cheap e-book. It is perfect for those who want a good read on the toilet, you can read one short story per sitting!
In all seriousness though, I hope you’ll take a look at it. It will at the very least, rid you of boredom for a while. It has plenty of tales in the book and will keep you busy for a wee while.
Let me know what you think and as always, thank you for reading and sharing!
Part 1 can be found here.
If these criminals fought their way past the glue bibs, the frozen steps and what lay in wait for them in the cellar, then they will deserve to get what they came for. It will show tremendous mental strength, thought Arsene. He finished rigging up the trap which lay in wait in the hallway which led to the kitchen – splintered science beakers found in Mathieu Flamini’s locker. Arsene took a second for a moment of pride at his resourcefulness – hewn from season after season of adapting a squad to fill a gap in personnel – and headed for the kitchen.
Meanwhile, the Spurs Bandits – Harry and Micky – had gotten to the stairs of the cellar which led to the upper hallway and nearer their ultimate destination. Unfortunately, the intrepid hero who had attempted to stem their progress thus far had taken to painting these steps with anti-climbing paint. This led to them shedding their footwear and socks on each step, one at a time. Now barefoot, only two steps remained but these were a great struggle as the sticky stuff attempted to tear off the soles of their feet on each point of contact.
They eventually reached the top, bereft of footwear. Harry, sensing his friend was growing frustrated, tried to lighten his mood, in his own inimitable way.
” Spurs Bandits, right Micky? ”
Continue reading Arsene Home Alone – Part 2, The Thrilling Conclusion!!!!
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The last of the throaty exhausts spewed its noise past the security bollard which marked the sole entrance and exit to the sprawling London Colney Training ground. One by one, the Lamborghini’s, Ferrari’s and Bentley’s had left the car park until one car remained.
Arsene, still in his training gear but currently adding his usual well padded coat into the mix, walked over to the now departing security guard. Jimmy was new to the staff roll at Colney but Arsene still made the effort to hand him his Christmas card and bonus personally.
Jimmy greeted the Arsenal boss with a sheepish look and a curt nod of gratitude. Guilt was now overriding any thought of his impending financial gain. Jimmy took to his waiting cab with a quick look back at the man who had just given him a gift. Arsene was at the main door and as usual, the last person to leave the complex.
It was meant to be a simple transaction and seeing as he was new to the job, he was meant to have no emotional ties to the people who worked there. All he was asked to do by this anonymous person was to leave the alarm codes by the unlocked security desk. Payment was wired promptly to his account and everything was going swimmingly – until he had been handed his ill-deserved bonus by the man who would be hurt deeply by tonight’s nefarious plans.
It’ll be fine, he told himself as the cab snaked its way toward the airport through the holiday traffic and dusting of snow. I can forget about it whilst sunning myself on a beach somewhere halfway across the world.
He knew though, that guilt would be packed in his suitcase.
Continue reading Home Alone – With An Arsenal Twist Part 1.