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Yesterday evening was the big match in London--Arsenal vs Chelsea. I'm no diehard football fan, but people around me may count as such. Little E, S, A and I sat in a pub in Islington to watch the game with a room full of loud red-shirt Arsenal supporters, the atmosphere was all very exciting and energetic! Last Saturday I actually had the gall to privately support Man U. against Arsenal. 'What!?', Little E exclaimed in disgust. 'Now do you want to cheer for the snooty rich of Chelsea, or the hard-working working class of Highbury!?' OK~~ Arsenal it is. In the end they lost anyways. Highlight of the night: three jerks were yelling at each other in front of our table. I guess it was because two strapping men were blocking the view of the other shorter guy. The altercation between them went on for quite a bit, at some point I heard the short guy repeat, 'Your breath smells bad, dont shout!'. again and again. Haha! Then suddenly Chelsea scored and the three undercover Chelsea fans leaped with extreme joy--they became best mates again.