A Gooner Is Born

Five bruised fingers, one heroic mother, 30,000 cubic litres of gas and air, a very proud father and husband, 28 hours of labor, and one major operation later, and baby Mustchin is welcomed into the world.

After one of the most harrowing experiences of my entire life (how much of a pussy am I?) I am pleased to announce that my baby is finally here, albeit 8 days late!!!

My son, who shall remain unnamed, until we name him that is, was welcomed into the Gooner fold at 5.42am after his mother fought heroically to get him here. Weighing in at an impressive 9lbs 11, this little brusier brought his brute of a dad (who am I trying to kid?) to his knee's and melted his heart.

Not one to shirk my responsibilities as Vital Arsenal site editor, I immediately set about the task of recruiting this not-so tiny tott into Goonerdom, which he duly obliged. After that a phone call was received from Arsene Wenger asking about the availability of my new born to play for the first team in the Carling Cup next season.

Much love to my very brave wife who fought for 20 hours without the use of any drugs. You're my hero.

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