"Fuck Ryan Giggs"
Nothing goes together like footy and Europe (that’s soccer and Europe for you Yankees). Except maybe bars and footy. Unfortunately, students and poverty also go together well. Me and Brian went down to a local pub to check out the Arsenal Man. United game. We couldn’t throw for beers, but luckily a Dane drunk off his ass came to our rescue. Arsenal started going under, and apparently the Dane noticed us sitting around, bitching, and beerless. He got right in my face and spit out something in Danish. I said (as I usually do) “English, sorry.” He proceeded to ask me somewhere between 4 and 7 times who was playing. At some point I thought it was pretty clear that I was supporting Arsenal (it wasn’t, but whatever). He shook my hand and said something I couldn’t understand. Then he looks right into my eyes and says “Want a beer?” Now in life, I’ve learned that you’re not supposed to take drinks from strangers. On the other hand, I’ve also learned that not everyone is out to kill you. “Yea, sure.” He looks Brian in the eye: “Want a beer?” 10 minutes later this guy stumbles back carrying three Guinesses (I have no idea how the hell he made it back without dropping one. He spilled half his beer on the table just handing me my own). That’s $30 of beer this guy just dropped on us. He sits down next to me and asks who I want to win. This time he finally hears me. “Arsenal? Aw fuck off.” Then a brief pause “I hate Manchester United. Fuck Manchester United.” We were on the same team again. We drank to “Fuck Manchester United.” He spoke more, we didn’t understand him. Finally his friends gathered him up and he stumbles out. Just when I thought the party was over, he stumbles back. Looks like he forgot his sweatshirt. Shakes our hands one more time and takes a look up at the screen: “Fuck Ryan Giggs.”
Yea, Fuck Ryan Giggs.
