Hello, I am the penis of William Galas. I know it has been sometimes since you have had

the penis of William Galas in your ear, and now you must have missed me, but many things

have been a foot. A foot is 12 inches, something I, and not you, I'm very familiar with.

In reality, I am here to say goodbye. I know things have ended on a rather flaccid note

at Arsenal, but I don't care. In reality, I am, despite being a penis, also a bit of a

cunt. So until next time, when I see you in the Champions League with a team from France

or Italy or Spain, you take it easy. And remember, the penis of William Galas will rise again.

Hello, there. Welcome to another RSBlog RSCAST right here on RSBlog.ole.ole.com. Another league

season is over, done and dusted, consigned to history. And Chelsea, our Champions. That's

what the record books will show. And even though we were there or there abouts, for the

most part of the season, I never really had any great expectation that we would go on

and win the league. I hoped, of course, like all of you, I hoped we could do it. I didn't

really think we would, though. And in his press conference after the game,

Arson Ranger said, well, congratulations to Chelsea and congratulations to Ancelotti

over the league season. You know, the table doesn't lie, 38 games love our congratulations

to them. Well, you won't find any of that sporting

bollocks around here. Fuck Chelsea. I had sort of resigned myself to United winning because

they've won it three years in our own. And despite all the rivalry, there's a sort of grudging

respect with United because our rivalry has been built on two good footballing teams going

at it. And we've faded away and the rivalries become less intense. And I'm sure if we were

fighting with them right to the final day of the season, there'd be much more iron on

my part, but I'd sort of, I can live with United winning it more than Chelsea winning it.

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