RHAPSODY IN RED AND WHITE

[music: the opening of 'Good Old Arsenal [Voiceover]

Arsenalism: Chapter One. He adored Arsenal Football Club. He idolised it all out of proportion. Eh uh, no, make that he, he romanticised it all out of proportion. Better. To him, no matter what the season was, this was still a club that existed in Red and White and pulsated to the songs from the North Bank. Uh, no, let me start this over.

Arsenalism : Chapter One: He was too romantic about The Arsenal, as he was about everything else. He thrived on the hustle bustle of the crowds on a match day. To him,the Arsenal meant beautiful football and smart players who seemed to know all the angles. Ah, corny, too corny for, you know, my taste. Let me, let me try and make it more profound.

Arsenalism : Chapter One: He adored Arsenal Football Club. To him it was a metaphor for the decay of football culture. The same lack of individual integrity that caused so many people to take the easy way out was rapidly turning the club of his dreams in - no, it's gonna be too preachy, I mean, you know, let's face it, I wanna get some page views here.

Arsenalism: Chapter One: He adored the Arsenal. Although to him it was a metaphor for the decay of football culture. How hard it was to exist in a fan base desensitised by Football journalism, ill informed opinion, television pundits, MOTD,Robbie Savage - too angry. I don't want to be angry.

Arsenalism: Chapter One. He was as tough and romantic as the club he loved. Behind his black-rimmed glasses was the coiled sexual power of a jungle cat. Oh, I love this. The Arsenal was his club, and it always would be.