I guess I have Ljungberg and Anders Svensson to thank for my love for the best sport- or team - ever, because it all started as an inside joke with those two (nothing perverted, yo ;). Suddenly everything was clear. At first it was mainly about the national team, but the interest just had to go somewhere when they weren’t playing so a natural choice was to start watching Arsenal games. Not only because my favourite swede plays for the club but is was an easy team to fallow here since most of their games aired on TV. Not to mention it was the only team I knew anything about (even if it wasn’t much) because I had seen a few games before when my dad occupied the TV watching them, giving me all kinds of information hoping I would care. Well, after a few games with the best frickin’ team ever I was hooked. In love.

Arsenal is my addiction. No other team can make me care like them. Tried to give a damn about other teams in the beginning, but none of them gave me that same fussy feeling as the Gunners. You can’t argue with what your heart tells you, you know? I can’t imagine life without them and for those of you who don’t have a team to feel strongly about it might sound a bit dramatic and even ridiculous, but I bet some of you knows exactly what I’m talking about.

I never had the opportunity to see Arsenal play at Highbury, but I’m planning on visiting Emirates Stadium as often as I have the chance (and the money). So far I’ve only been there once. It was fantastic, even if the result of the game that day wasn’t (1-1 against Newcastle). I’m happy I got to see Thierry Henry score for us live, before he left the club seven months later.