This interlull has been incredibly tedious, awful, and boring.
So, inspired by a legendary dream one of us once had about Santi in nothing but a Villareal jersey, let’s liven up the atmosphere a bit with some collaborative storytelling until the next match.
Rules are as follows:
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Keep it light-hearted and PG13
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The primary cast of characters should all be Arsenal players, past and present, and members of club management, also past and present. Notable journalists and sports personalities related to the club are also allowed.
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It doesn’t necessarily have to grounded in reality and can be as fantastical and as whimsical as you wish.
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Responses must be between 3 - 6 sentences. Please refrain from repeatedly responding to let others have a go.
You don’t necessarily have to respond to the highest upvoted response, but can choose whichever you wish. That way, it’ll be like a choose your own adventure type deal going along which even responses you like the most. Just please leave something for people to build upon.
It’s all in good fun, so please keep that in mind.
Charles Watts felt a sudden tightness in his ghillie suit, and lowered his binoculars to adjust himself. He did so slowly and carefully, being sure not to rustle too many leaves and alter anyone to his presence. The bushes outside of the Training center at London Colney grew rather thick this year, making stakeouts significantly easier.
“Sure beats wearing a wig and a false mustache,” he thought to himself as he checked his Calm face paint.
Watts lifted up his binoculars once more and refocused his gaze towards the Training Center, only to be met with the most puzzling sight. He could not believe what was transpiring in front of his eyes…
How did we all survive the summer?
We thought we were bad at transfer negotiations but it turns out Edu was just trying to keep us entertained 😭
Saka pulled up to the outside of the bank in his sleek black 1977 C3 Corvette. Next to him sat Rice, his partner in crime.
“This is the bank?” Rice said, a look of bewilderment played across his face.
Saka reached for the radio knob, reducing the volume of the track " 2 of Amerikas Most Wanted". He looked up at the building across the road from them.
“This is the one.”
Rice reached for the binoculars resting on the dashboard, and peered through it, scanning the bank’s exterior.
Saka climbed out of the car and leaned against the side as he reached for a cigarette.
“Those are going to kill you one day” said Rice in a confident tone.
Saka put the cigarette in his mouth and lit it. He took a puff, before slowly releasing.
“Something has to eventually. Might as well be something I enjoy.”
Rice looked back through his binoculars, unable to formulate a response.
“Arteta has a deathwish wanting us to take this bank” said Rice.
Saka adjusted his black shades before climbing back in, “It’s for the warchest”.
Meanwhile, in a small hamlet in Dusseldorf at the farmhouse at the edge of the forest, a bright red Ferrari 350 Spyder pulls into the driveway.
Two gentlemen in curiously similar jackets step out
“Are you sure about this Edu?”
“He is the one Mikel wants, I trust his judgement”
They ring the doorbell
“Come around the back,” a voice calls out. A man sits, brushing the fur of his pet donkey, a man they once called King. He looks up.
“Oh its you” he looks at his friend and senior Jorginho
“Mikel needs you.”
“Ive been done for 2 years now Jorgi, I dont have what it takes”
Edu clasps Kai’s shoulder. “I urge you to reconsider, Mikel believes you can.” He puts a parcel down in front of him and leaves.
As they leave, Kai puts down the bush and inspects the parcel, it looks like a dossier and a jacket. The same jacket the two visitors were wearing.
He feels something kindle inside him, something he hasn’t felt in a long time.