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Sunday, October 26, 2008

J Ramos - a true gunner.

Just a short note to thank Ramos for his incredible work at spurs. Thanks for taking them down. What more can we ask for? I knew he would turn out to be a true gunner. Thanks!!

Monday, October 13, 2008

Why Ashley Cole was booed.

PRETTY blonde Aimee Walton told last night of her “wild” sex romp with Ashley Cole — then admitted: “It was a big mistake, I feel so sorry for Cheryl.”

Aimee, 22, revealed the Chelsea and England defender cheated on pop star wife Cheryl after a night out drinking with pals.

In revelations that shatter Cole’s image as a happily married man who rarely drinks, mum-of-one Aimee told how he:

CHATTED up girls as he downed vodka cocktails;

SLAPPED her bottom so hard his platinum wedding ring left a mark;

VOMITED in a girl’s car — then said she should feel “privileged”;

MADE absurd claims that Girls Aloud singer Cheryl “didn’t mind” him cheating as long as he kept it secret, and

INTERRUPTED their sex session to be sick again.

Aimee said: “He’s wild — really rude in bed. He knew exactly what he was doing and was pretty good, despite not being very big.


The sex session took place at a posh flat belonging to one of Cole’s pals in the Princess Park Manor complex in Friern Barnet, North London.

It is the same complex where Cole met and lived with Cheryl, 24, before their fairytale marriage in the summer of 2006.

Cole’s fall from grace — which is likely to sicken wife Cheryl and infuriate his Chelsea boss Avram Grant — came a few hours after the Blues beat Sunderland 2-0 on December 8.

He went out drinking with pals, who were planning to watch boxer Ricky Hatton’s world title fight on TV later that night.

Aimee and a friend were drinking at the CC club in Piccadilly, central London, when a pal of Cole’s asked them if they wanted to join the star in the VIP lounge.

Chelsea fan Aimee said: “Ashley was already drunk and couldn’t keep his eyes off me, but he wouldn’t come and chat.

“He was wearing jeans, a grey T-shirt and he kept putting on a baseball cap.

“I was wearing a short black dress with white stars on.

“I knew who he was but have never been that impressed with footballers — we were just enjoying the free drinks. But at the end of the night one of Ashley’s mates just came up to me and said, ‘Ashley wants you to go home with him’.

“He said he’d get a car but my friend was driving so we offered to give him a ride.” Swaying Cole was eager to say yes.

Aimee, from Morden, South London, went on: “As we were walking out of the club I asked Ashley about Cheryl but he clammed up.

“I remember thinking I was going home with a married man and that his wife was one of the most famous singers in the country.

“I asked him if he would get in trouble with Cheryl and he just said, absurdly, ‘She knows what I do. I just can’t get found out’.

“I was really shocked by that — it showed he couldn’t care less about breaking his marriage vows.

“He just kept saying to me, ‘Please don’t tell anyone, I’ll get in so much trouble’. Then he started apologising for what he was about to do.

“He slapped my backside so hard his wedding ring left an imprint. He tried to hold my hand but I could feel the ring and felt so bad I pushed it away.”


Cole then joined Aimee in the back seat of her pal’s Vauxhall Astra while his friend CJ sat in the passenger seat. Two of Cole’s other friends got a separate cab back to the flat.

Aimee — who has a 19-month-old son — said: “During the ride he was slurring his words and was a right mess. Then he just threw up everywhere.

“My friend was going mad but he just smiled and said to me, ‘She should be privileged Ashley Cole was sick in her car.’ His T-shirt was covered in sick and he took it off. I remember being really disturbed by how violently ill he was.”

Once at the flat, Cole’s pals Johnny, CJ and a third man continued drinking downstairs, waiting for the early morning Hatton fight — while the England star led Aimee to a bedroom.

She said: “When you walk into the flat there’s a staircase straight ahead of you and a toilet on the right.

“Ashley said he needed a drink and we went to the toilet to get some tissue to wipe sick off his arm.

“He then tried to find the kitchen but wandered into what looked like an entertainment room.

“He then got a glass of water from the kitchen and asked me to take him up to bed.

“There was a tiny landing at the top of the stairs with a bedroom on the right and another on the left — he took me into the one on the right. He begged me to tuck him into bed.

“I was a bit drunk and knew he was married and felt bad because I knew what was going to happen.

“I went to the toilet and when I returned he was sitting in his boxer shorts on the bed.


“For a footballer, I didn’t think he was in great shape. His legs weren’t that big and he wasn’t completely toned up top.

“He asked me to lie down next to him and before long his hands were all over me.

“We started having sex but it wasn’t long before he said he felt sick again.

“Then he just rolled over and vomited on the floor, all over the cream carpet. It was disgusting.”

But Cole was not going to let that stop him scoring. Aimee said: “He had some mouthwash, then jumped back into bed.

“We started having sex again but his mates piled into the room.

“After they left we finally managed to get going again and tried several positions.

“Eventually he finished and collapsed on to my chest. He was panting and clearly had a good time.”

Aimee got up at 7.30am while Cole was asleep, and got a lift home with her pal.

Cole’s booze-fuelled romp with Aimee is the first time he has been caught cheating on Cheryl, who has enjoyed a string of top ten hits since Girls Aloud first burst on to the music scene back in 2002.

The footballer and his bride were paid a staggering £1.5million by OK! magazine for the rights to cover their glamorous wedding.

Cole and Cheryl were labelled the new Posh and Becks because of their huge marketing power. The couple posed in cringeworthy white outfits to promote the National Lottery, while Cole was paid an estimated £500,000 advance for his autobiography.

Cheryl has frequently spoken publicly of her love for her husband.

Last October she said: “We are really, really happy. We spend every minute together.


“He’s not into showbiz parties or flashy restaurants, he just likes staying home with me. He’s just an amazing, genuine man. I really want a baby and so does Ashley.”

The England left back, who was training with Chelsea this week, has since contacted Aimee to apologise for his behaviour.

But last night Aimee said: “He wanted to go on the pull and he chose me. I just hope Cheryl can see him now for the man he is — a cheat and a liar.”

# CHERYL'S pal has revealed that the Girls Aloud star is 'devastated' by news of Ashley's fling. The friend, who has spoken to Cheryl, told Heatworld: "She thought she was going to spend the rest of her life with him and have his babies. But now she's deciding what to do. She's absolutely devastated."

Friday, October 10, 2008

A 'Last Minute' Weekender!

As much as possible I try to write my thoughts in the period between games but on occasion the general things in life get in the way! The internationals giving us yet another early season fortnight's break however, mean I have more time available to put pen to paper (or finger to keyboard!)

The Porto game was just what we all needed after the frustration of the weekend's result but despite the 4-0 scoreline, in the early stages it could have been different. I am not saying we deserved to be behind but our visitors at least matched the couple of chances on offer, a situation that on another night could have seen us go behind.

Once RVP slotted home our opener after great work from Ade however, the remainder of the evening was one of total domination.

With some great football on show, the extent of our victory by no means flattered us, in fact if we were to be ultra critical or even a little greedy, the only disappointment was the scoreline really should have been almost double figures.

All teams that reach the group stages of the Champions League get there on merit. Porto are a club who have dominated Portuguese football for a number of years and have won Europe's premier competition in recent times. Taking this all into consideration we really should be very happy with the drubbing we gave them.

In conclusion and in the more important broader scheme of things it also leaves us in a strong position in our group. A warm and sunny (hopefully!) Turkish capital hosts the next chapter.

Although I like to think there is some method in the madness of my social life, now and again there is nothing better than doing something totally on the spur of the moment.

Late on Friday afternoon a relatively low key weekend was ahead, apart from of course the long day trip that is an away game at Sunderland on the Saturday, but the remainder had been kind of set aside to do things around the house, as boring as they might seem!

A text from Sussex Gooner Ben telling me he was in Newcastle 'on the sauce' changed things completely. Re-arranging my fellow Sunderland away day travellers' lifts, a quick shower and a hastily packed bag and come 6pm I was on the motorway north east bound!

Admittedly, the thought of kipping on a hotel room floor for the weekend wasn't totally appealing but a kind offer nonetheless and surely by the time I needed some sleep, where I actually achieved it wouldn't be that important anyway!

There was the other aspect of Friday night traffic of course but despite the authorities in charge of this country's roadworks still thinking reducing the A1 down to one lane on at least three occasions is a sensible idea, just before 11pm I parked up in the Newcastle suburb of Jesmond ready to take in the night's offerings. Beats house stuff anyday!

Having met up with Ben and Martin, a couple of bars kept us amused to the early hours of the morning, especially if you are keen on ladies of the larger variety! It did make sure however, we awoke with a degree of matchday nausea. Taking in the hotel's full English brekkie without them actually knowing I wasn't a resident probably took the micky a little bit but the hangover needed easing and and hunger needed overcoming and when that is the situation little gets in the way!

The Great North Run was also happening at the weekend and seeing the junior and disabled athletes gathering on the Quayside for their races didn't altogether make me feel any healthier or fitter but we had another marathon to continue so it was onto the metro, destination Sunderland.

Pre-match refreshment soon has us back in fine fettle before we headed into the Stadium of Light for our latest Premier League encounter.

Every season there are tight, even dour matches, especially in the long league campaign. Certainly we lacked a little sharpness but in games like this, especially when you are away from home and your opponents put 10 behind the ball, sometimes you need a little bit of luck to go your way.

There were few chances throughout despite us totally dominating possession but in the second half we could and probably should have taken the three points. RVP had a great chance after an excellent ball from Nicky Bendtner but for me the 'goal' that wasn't is where we would all hope luck was on our side. TV replays have proved Theo kept the ball in and his cut back was buried by RVP. One-nil and I feel it is fair to say highly likely a match-winning incident.

For our hosts to score an absolute cracker with their only shot of the half was gutwrenching to say the least and laced with a huge amount of deja-vu.

You can react in one of two ways to that kind of situation and I think as fans we couldn't have felt much lower. For the players to pick themselves up and grab something from the game however, is probably the one big plus we can take from the day, Cesc's thumping header grabbing us a point that only time will tell how important it might be.

There wasn't an air of elation in the away end, maybe a little relief but our expectations are very high these days and it still felt like two points dropped rather than one gained when the final whistle blew a few seconds later.

The metro journey back to Newcastle gave us plenty of time to reflect however, before taking in our second night with the Geordies. Once again a number of bars played host (and some dodgy late night food if I remember rightly!) before hitting the sack (or the floor) to sleep off the excesses before the long drive south on Sunday afternoon.

Overall a thoroughly entertaining weekend, thanks again to Ben and Martin for use of their 'facilities', it's 'house'stuff' all the way now before Everton come to town!

Frank (Gunner Blogger)