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روزی که بولشوک شبانه به دنیا آمد...

 

بولشوک، همان سگ وفادار آقا و خانوم پتیبل که زادروزش مصادف با زادروز برخی از انسانهای پاک اندیش بود، نبود و ما هم به این عادت کهن احترام میگذاریم و قندهایی سفید و یکدست به سمعتان میرسانیم.

بولشوک سگی که نماد سگ بودن را از صاحب، دوست و همکار عزیزش که اتفاقی هم کامروا هست و هم دانشجـــــــو به ارث برده و در این راه امتداد خی ملت را آنقدر گاز میگیرد که به پاره پوره ای تبدیل میشود و راز سلامتی موهای خود را از طبیعت بخواهید. شامپو باپونه.

بولشوک در یک شب نیمه تاریک به دنیا آمد و از حس دنیا آمدنش هم که پرسیدند، واق واق کرد که یعنی هیــــــــــــــــــــــچ احساسی ندارد و اتفاقا مشغول فعال نمودن سیم کارت خود بود.

بولشوک، سگی غیور و صاحب دوست بود که در اثر محبت زیاد اطرافیان به خارج کوچ کرد و در زمانی که هنوز خانه اش در فرانسه گاز کشی نشده بود خودش را با گاز خودکشی کرد و این سخنان مصادیق هدایت پذیری مردمانند و ما چه کاره باشیم وقتی قرارست چونان باشد؟ پس سرمان را مشغول پذیره نویسی و بانکدار شدن در بانک دوماه آتی میکنیم.

بولشوک، این سگ که اتفاقا نژادش به سگان قوم جهود باز میگردد نیز میداند که کرزای در انتخابات افکنیستان بله شده و او همچنان راسته حافظ را به بالا و پایین میدود مگر تکه استخوانی در دو سرش پیدا کند و به دندانش بگیرد و افسوس که خمیردندان داروگر هم دیگر به کارش نمیاید.

بولشوک که صاحب خارجی خود را که همان کولی لوک بود را به باد ارزنی در رفته از چاههای اطراف خلیج فارس فروخت و پول فروش را در مزایده نگرفته، سر از فازهای چندفاز در آورد و ما نیز در پارس جنوبی سهامی دولا راست نمودیم.

بولشوک هم که همیشه راست بود و راست زاده شد و راست گرد و راست اندیش بود، تا صدای چسبهای مای بیبی را شنید راست کرده، نکرده به سمت راست پرید و یکی یکی راستهایش را گاز گرفت و به خود نفرین فرستاد که ای کاش آن شب پدرش هم راست میخوابید.

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Arsenal 4-1 AZ Alkmaar

 

UEFA Champions League, Emirates Stadium

Wednesday, November 04, 2009, 19:45

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AZ Alkmaar Sergio Romero Kew Jaliens Hector Moreno David Mendes da Silva (70) Stijn Schaars (c) Maarten Martens Simon Poulsen (64) Moussa Dembele (58) Niklas Moisander Brett Holman Graziano Pelle

Substitutes Vito Mannone Mikael Silvestre Philippe Senderos Bacary Sagna Aaron Ramsey (67) Tomas Rosicky (75) Eduardo (67)

Arsenal Manuel Almunia Emmanuel Eboue William Gallas Thomas Vermaelen Kieran Gibbs Alex Song Abou Diaby Cesc Fabregas (c) (67) Samir Nasri Andrey Arshavin (75) Robin Van Persie (67)

 

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Cesc Fabregas scored twice as Arsenal all but ensured qualification to the Champions League

 

 Knockout Stages with a 4-1 victory over AZ Alkmaar on Wednesday night.

The Spaniard struck in the 26th and 53rd minutes in the most straightforward of wins. Inbetween Samir Nasri grabbed his first goal since breaking his leg in pre-season and, in the 71st minute, Abou Diaby stroked home a wonderfully-worked fourth.

This is the result Arsenal should have got in Holland. Back then they had been wasteful but tonight they were rigorous, ruthless and utterly irresistible. Even a late strike by substitute Jeremain Lens did nothing to affect the feeling of assurance this evening.

The failure of Olympiacos to gain anything at Standard Liege mean both those sides can still mathematically overhaul Arsenal.

But 10 points is normally enough to go through and, if they maintain this level of performance, then Arsenal will surely rubber-stamp qualification and the Group H title in the final two games.

Tougher challenges lie ahead in this competition.

Wenger made three changes from the side that had swept aside Spurs so brusquely at the weekend.

The headline was the return of Nasri to the frontline. The midfielder's only run-out since his broken leg had come in the Carling Cup a week ago. He replaced Nicklas Bendtner on the right, the Dane's groin injury was likely to keep him out for a month.

Gael Clichy's back would sideline him out for at least the same period, therefore you could assume that the elevation of Kieran Gibbs this evening was the start of a decent run in the side.

The final change was Emmanuel Eboue for Bacary Sagna. That was a straight swap and continued Wenger's policy of sharing the right back role in Europe.

Arsenal came into this game with room to breathe at the top of Group H. This was the first of two successive home ties - one win and they would probably qualify for the Knockout Stages, two wins and they would go through as group winners. Their fate was entirely in their own hands.

They also had the little matter of that North London derby win as a buoyancy aid.

It took only three minutes for Arsenal to hit their weekend groove. Andrey Arshavin, Diaby and Nasri weaved intricate patterns in midfield before releasing Robin Van Persie on the right. His angled drive beat the desperate dive of Sergio Romero and flashed past the far post.

The home side were in a perky mood, probing their opponents at every opportunity. In the 13th minute, Romero collected what, in the referee's view, had been a back-pass. Almost the entire AZ side lined-up in the goal-mouth and inevitably blocked Van Persie's effort.

The visitors had shown some adventure in the opening stages but, by the time we had reached the midpoint of the first half, they had gone back into their shell.

That is not to say the opening goal was entirely expected. Arsenal had control without real penetration and Fabregas' strike was, in many ways, a self-inflicted wound.

There seemed little danger in the 26th minute when Nasri found Fabregas on the edge of the area. The Spaniard extracted a little space from David Mendes da Silva, his marker, and let fly.

The shot was military-medium in every respect and should not have troubled an Argentinean international keeper.

However Mendes put out only the weakest of hands and the ball trickled into the net.

As in Alkmaar a fortnight ago, Arsenal had their lead and were happy to hit cruise control immediately. Fabregas nodded over from Gibbs' deep cross just past the half-hour.

Moussa Dembele beat the left back to fire wide at the other end but, if anything, AZ possessed even less cutting edge tonight than they had shown in Holland.

And this time Arsenal seemed determined to make them pay.

Two minutes before the break, Arshavin tucked a pass into the path of Nasri. The Frenchman weaved round Hector Moreno and slotted a shot past Romero.

The midfield wiped himself down in celebration. Perhaps he was washing away the disappointment of the first few months of the season.

Eight minutes after the restart it was 3-0. Diaby picked AZ's pocket in midfield and fed Arshavin. The Russian, clever as ever, nudged a pass into the path of Fabregas, who was racing down the left-hand channel. The Spaniard had the simplest task of slipping home his eighth goal of the season.

There seemed no way back for the visitors but three minutes later they should have snatched themselves an unlikely lifeline.

Maartens Marten nodded the ball down for Graziano Pelle on the edge of the six-yard area. The Italian had time to steady himself and wrap his foot firmly around the ball. Somehow Manuel Almunia diverted the ball onto the bar from point-blank range. Stunning.

You sensed AZ were flexing what muscles they had. Martens and Brett Holman both saw efforts fly over bar but there was little to trouble Arsenal this evening.

To fully illustrate that, Wenger brought off Fabregas and Van Persie for Aaron Ramsey and Eduardo.  

The latter would make an immediate impact. Arsenal broke quickly from the back and the Croatian's expansive backheel sent Arshavin scampering clear. He squared to Diaby, who took a touch then stroked home an exquisite fourth.

Before the goal, Gibbs went close, after it Ramsey fired straight at Romero. By that time, Wenger had taken off another of his key players - Arshavin. He clearly felt the night's work had been done.

In fairness to AZ, they kept coming at Arsenal. Almunia claimed a dangerous cross from the feet of Holman and, with seven minutes left, Dutch champions grabbed a goal.

The home crowd were still claiming a penalty for handball against Pelle when Lens broke clear, wriggled away from Ramsey and fired home from the edge of the area.

The goal was disappointment to Arsenal but nothing more.

This game had been a stroll.

 

Written By علی در پنجشنبه چهاردهم آبان 1388 time 4:17 Topic ARSENAL News | fixed link

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سلام- شاهکار جدید سید حامد حسینی(رتبه ی ۱۴ کنکور سراسری-سال۸۶)

مطالب این بسته توسط استاد بزرگ شعر کشور سعید بیابانکی تائید شده است!خواهش دارم دوستان گرامی اولا مفهوم بد برداشت نکنند و در نابودی این شاهکار ادبی نکوشند!

درد درد هم بستر نا خوانده ی شعر من شد شعر نا بالغ من باز هم آبستن شد پا به ماه است همین درد ،و او  میزاید قطعا این درد نه یک تا ،دو قلو میزاید باعث روح ترک خورده ی ماها درد است منشأ حس کتک خورده ما ها درد است  درد با خود همه ی پنجره ها را می بست قصه ی درد و من انگار پدر کشتگی است درد، بد مزه تر از تلخ ترین دارو هاست درد ،آن خامی  بد مزه خرمالو هاست بی گمان جنگ احد شکل جدیدی دارد قصه ی ما مثل خنجر در پهلو هاست همه ی مزرعــه ها در اثر آفـت مــرد شاید این بار هدف ، گندم این سیلو هاست ذره ریز اتم بر هــمه کس ثابت کـــرد عالم این دوره به دست همه کوچولو هاست کاسه ی داغ تر از آش شدن مشکل نیست خون خود خوردن ما بهتر از این زالو هاست جای گل، باغ اگر خار دهد نیست بعید باغبان مدتی از طایفه هالو هاست "تلخ مردن وسط هاله ای از ابر و عسل سرنوشت همه هسته زرد آلو هاست" دارد اینجا همه پنجره ها می مـــیرد غزل و شعر در اینجا ، به خدا می میرد در درون همه دلها اثر از رونق نیست آخر این شهر که آلوده به حق،نا حق نیست حال به این نفس سرد ،دعایی بکنیم تا شود ریشه کن این درد، دعایی بکنیم تا خدایی نکند شانه ی مان سرد شود دشمن زار قسم خورده ی مان درد شود آگر این شعر به دلهای شما ها ننشست لا اقل بغض گره خورده شاعر بشکست! حامد حسینی(سالومه)

 

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Arsenal 3-0 Tottenham Hotspur

 

Barclays Premier League, Emirates Stadium

Saturday, October 31, 2009, 12:45

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Tottenham Hotspur Heurelho Gomes Vedran Corluka (86) Ledley King Sebastien Bassong Benoit Assou-Ekotto David Bentley Wilson Palacios Tom Huddlestone (55) Jermaine Jenas Robbie Keane (c) (65) Peter Crouch

Substitutes Vito Mannone Philippe Senderos Kieran Gibbs Emmanuel Eboue (78) Aaron Ramsey (86) Samir Nasri Eduardo (36)

Arsenal Manuel Almunia Bacary Sagna William Gallas Thomas Vermaelen Gael Clichy Alex Song Abou Diaby Cesc Fabregas (c) Andrey Arshavin (78) Robin Van Persie (86) Nicklas Bendtner (36)

  

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Time is sometimes used to define football matches

 

Arsenal's history includes the "Five-minute Cup Final" and a victory at Anfield famously secured in the 89th minute.

At Emirates Stadium this afternoon, there was a new entry for the annuls - the "11-second derby".

A relatively even first half exploded just before the break. In the 43rd minute, Robin Van Persie touched home a low cross from Bacary Sagna at the near post while the Tottenham defence slept.

The strike clearly raised no alarm bells for the visitors as, straight from the kick-off, the Dutchman won the ball and Cesc Fabregas danced through a couple of slumbering tackles to fire home his sixth goal of the campaign.

There had been precisely 11 seconds of playing time between the goals.

It was an ironic way for Arsenal to take grip of the game, given their own ability to ship needless goals in recent weeks.

The third strike on the hour made sure there would be no more profligacy this time. Arsenal were the first to realise that referee Mark Clattenburg had played an advantage after Benoit Assou-Ekotto had hacked down Eduardo and Van Persie converted Sagna's low cross.
 
With 20 minutes left the home fans felt comfortable enough to greet every Arsenal touch with an olé . Sterling performances from the likes of Alex Song, Thomas Vermaelen, William Gallas, Fabregas and Sagna had simply broken Tottenham's heart.

This had been billed as the tightest North London derby for some time. In the end that could not have been further from the truth.

The headline change in Wenger's line-up was the return of Manuel Almunia. The keeper had been kept out by a combination of illness and Vito Mannone since the defeat at Manchester City on September 12.

The only other change was Nicklas Bendtner for Emmanuel Eboue on the right of the front three. Perhaps Wenger was looking at attack being the best form of defence today. Given recent results it seemed a reason tack to take.

Spurs were without three of their key offensive threats - Aaron Lennon, Jermain Defoe and Luka Modric - but they arrived at Emirates level on points with Arsenal after a highly-promising start to the season. Optimism was high.

In the opening stages, the gap between the football and the Premier League quality was filled with pure tension.

Arsenal had the better of the few opportunities that came - Bendtner's drive over and Andrey Arshavin's blocked shot - but Spurs had a snapping-at-the-heels attribute they had not possessed in recent years.

However Bentley took that facet too far and was very fortunate not to be booked for a foul on Thomas Vermaelen.

In the 13th minute Clichy robbed the ball in midfield and raced forward in to space. However he was struggling for support once he had reached the area and, from his cross, Arshavin could only scuff a shot into the arms of Heurelho Gomes.

Gallas then glanced a header wide from Van Persie's free-kick. Arsenal were now had a measure of territorial control but they were yet to do anything meaningful with it.

Meanwhile Tottenham were trying to maximise their assets. In the 18th minute, a long ball forward was nodded down by Crouch for Robbie Keane to race onto. The Irishman clipped it past Vermaelen but Song thundered in a tackle to clear the danger. It was Tottenham's best chance of the game.

Arsenal countered by creating their clearest opportunity. In the 20th minute, Clichy sent Arshavin clear in the left-hand channel. He teased Bassong but the defender did manage to block the Russian's shot. It fell to Fabregas, who swept a first-time shot towards goal. Only an elastic save from Gomes stopped Arsenal going ahead.

Tottenham were starting to play with more confidence but, if anything, their adventure only helped Arsenal. On the half-hour, Fabregas intercepted a clearance from Assou-Ekotto and cleverly fed Van Persie. The Dutchman slid a shot into the sidenetting when he should have tested the keeper.

Nine minutes from the break, Arshavin cut inside beat Bassong and only a timely challenge from Vedran Corluka diverted his shot over the bar. The corner allowed Wenger to swap Eduardo for Bendtner, the Dane had been a passenger since picking up an injury sometime earlier.

It has been nip and tuck all the way so what happened next was highly unexpected.

Defensive sleeping sickness had struck Arsenal in recent weeks and it is clearly a contagious disease.
In the 43th minute, Sagna and Eduardo worked a throw in on the right. The Frenchman crossed low to the near post when Van Persie beat Ledley King to slid in a shot at the near post.

Straight from the kick-off, Arsenal got the second. Van Persie flicked the ball away from Palacios and Fabregas picked it up. He escaped the Honduran's attempt to recover and glided round King before firing home past Gomes.

The keeper had been semi-culpable for the first goal. But he was cruelly exposed for the second. Incredibly there had been only 11 seconds of playing time between the goals.

The Tottenham still seemed to be recovering in the opening stages of the second half.

Arsenal had a couple of decent early chances. First Van Persie crossed and Diaby's shot was blocked by King. Then Gomes made a fine save from Eduardo after the Croatian had escaped down the right-hand channel.

Tottenham roused themselves briefly when Almunia palmed a Bentley free-kick over the bar.

However the third goal on the hour stymied their revival. Assou-Ekotto clattered into Eduardo on the left-hand side and everyone, including the collector Sagna, stopped playing.

However they were wrong to. Referee Clattenburg had not whistled and was playing the advantage. The Frenchman realised first and crossed low into the area. King and Gomes should have cleared the danger between them but the ball deflected off the defender, hit Van Persie and bounced into the unguarded net.

In the wake of the goal, Tottenham rapidly fell apart. Crouch was booked for dissent borne out of frustration and Eduardo somehow contrived to miss the very definition of a one-on-one just past the hour.

The Arsenal fans joyously ran through their repertoire of songs as their team played keep-ball.

Fabregas should have headed home a fourth from a corner with six minutes left. Ramsey might have scored in the dying seconds after Bassong pulled up with an injury.

Still it did not matter. This was a season-affirming victory for Arsenal.

It proves they are still top dogs in North London and did them no harm in the Premier League title race either.  

 

Written By علی در سه شنبه دوازدهم آبان 1388 time 0:28 Topic ARSENAL News | fixed link

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Arsenal 2-1 Liverpool

 

Carling Cup, Emirates Stadium

Wednesday, October 28, 2009, 19:45

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Liverpool Diego Cavalieri Philipp Degen (88) Sotirios Kyrgiakos Martin Skrtel Emiliano Insua Jay Spearing Damien Plessis (76) Ryan Babel Andriy Voronin Dirk Kuyt (c) David Ngog (74)

Substitutes Wojciech Szczesny Kyle Bartley Mark Randall (75) Francis Coquelin (87) Emmanuel Frimpong Gilles Sunu Sanchez Watt (75)

Arsenal Lukasz Fabianski Kerrea Gilbert Philippe Senderos Mikael Silvestre (c) Kieran Gibbs Fran Merida (87) Craig Eastmond (75) Samir Nasri Aaron Ramsey Eduardo Nicklas Bendtner (75)

 

 

 

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Arsenal reached the Quarter-Finals of the Carling Cup for the seventh successive season

 

 with a 2-1 win over Liverpool at Emirates Stadium on Wednesday night.

This was an action-packed, top-quality affair between the fringe versions of these two ‘Big Four' outfits and all the goals were of the highest calibre.

Fran Merida fired home a bullet of a shot in the 19th minute but Emiliano Insua responded shortly afterwards with an even better effort - a dipping volley from 25 yards.

Neither side was prepared to take a backward step after that. Although they matched each other blow for blow Arsenal had the edge and it was no surprise when they took the lead five minutes after break. This time Nicklas Bendtner finished off another slick move.

Liverpool pushed forward towards the end and Ryan Babel should have tapped home a cross from Dirk Kuyt with 11 minutes to go.

However, Wenger's men deserved their luck tonight. They were classy when they needed to be and were only under real pressure when they were trying to see out the game.

This was not a young Arsenal side but it was very much a second-string. The poise and efficiency of this result suggests the Frenchman has strength in depth for the Premier League and Champions League campaigns to come.
  
For once, Wenger's Carling Cup XI was more experienced than the team they were facing. Samir Nasri (broken leg) and Lukasz Fabianski (knee) were playing their first games of the season after medium-term injuries. Eduardo and Bendtner were also given a start after recent spells on the sidelines. Mikael Silvestre, Fran Merida, Kieran Gibbs and Aaron Ramsey had spent a lot of the season on the bench for the first team so they needed competition. Kerrea Gilbert was now a "veteran youngster" - if the term exists - so the most interesting inclusion was Craig Eastmond. The 18-year-old was mainly known as a right back in the Reserves. Tonight he was deputising for Alex Song as Arsenal's holding midfielder.

The rest of the youngsters in the squad were named on the bench. Jack Wilshere (ankle) and Carlos Vela (knee) missed out through injury.

Liverpool's starting line-up was littered with players who had been on the fringes of their first-team - Andriy Voronin, Babel, Insua and David Ngog. The only regular was captain Kuyt. However Rafa Benitez did name the likes of Yossi Benayoun, Pepe Reina, Andrea Dossena and debutant Alberto Aquilani on the bench.

Emirates Stadium was packed tonight. Tickets had been on sale for as little as £10 for adults and £5 for children. Consequently, they had not lasted long.

The opening quarter was adventurous and energetic. It seems as though the impatience of youth was overtaking both sides.

Liverpool had the clearest chance. In the ninth minute, Voronin set Ngog free in the right-hand channel. His backheel gave right back Philipp Degen a sight of goal. The Swiss international snatched as his chance and drove wide of the far post.

Arsenal took another seven minutes to forage a decent response. Merida freed Gibbs who tapped a pass into the path of the sprinting Bendtner. His one-two with Eduardo so nearly brought dividends.

There was a feeling that the home side were starting to flex their muscles. And they showed their true strength in the 19th minute. Eastmond robbed Voronin after a throw-in on the right. Merida collected the ball on the corner of the area, took a couple of paces forward and rifled home a rising drive high into the net via the inside of the post.

The Spaniard slid towards the corner flag before being enveloped by ecstatic team-mates. Television pictures showed Cesc Fabregas, a fellow Catalan, was the first on his feet in the crowd.

Although Senderos made an important interception from Voronin shortly afterwards, it seemed like Arsenal were going to kick-on from here.

They didn't.

If anything Liverpool's equaliser was even more out of the blue than Merida's effort. Babel's knock-down fell to Insua 30 yards out. The left-back met the ball with a dipping volley that flew over the stranded Fabianski.

Arsenal recovered well from the blow. Bendtner drove into both the sidenetting and the keeper's arms while Merida nearly profited from a sweeping move orchestrated by Eduardo.

Four minutes from the break, Nasri released Eastmond on the right. His cut-back so nearly reached the Croatian in the centre. A couple of corners later, Diego Cavalieri missed his punch and a good old-fashion goalmouth melee ensued. It only ended when Bendtner swivelled a shot into the midriff of the lucky keeper.

Liverpool had looked decent on the break but when the whistle blew Arsenal were ahead on points if not on the scoresheet.

Despite that, the visitors began the half on the offensive. In the opening minutes they peppered the home side with crosses who, until they scored, looked to be slightly shaken.

The goal, however, was class. It all started with Eastmond's sweeping ball out to Merida on the left-hand side. He speared a pass to Ramsey on the penalty spot. The Welshman fed Bendtner who created a yard of space and lashed the ball high into the net.

Again Arsenal looked good for the advantage. Again Liverpool pushed them back. Voronin and Degen weaved a web of intricate passes between themselves before the Ukrainian fired inches wide of the far post.

Babel's free-kick was easily saved by Fabianski midway through the half and Tony Spearing sliced an effort well wide.

With 15 minutes left, Wenger brought on Sanchez Watt and Mark Randall for Bendtner and Eastmond. Liverpool brought on Aquilani, a move that brought raptures from the travelling support.

They should have been cheering again with 11 minutes left. Kuyt raced into space on the right and crossed low into the area.

Inexplicably Babel failed to nudge the ball home.

Eduardo fired cross-goal but Liverpool were now going for broke and Voronin's vicious drive was scooped up by Fabianski.

Liverpool's desperation grew as the seconds ticked by while Arsenal were happy to play the ball into the corners when they could.

The visitors had claims for a penalty in stoppage time when Aquilani's overhead kick cannoned back off Senderos. It certainly hit the Swiss defender's arms but from utterly point-blank range. The whistle blew a minute or so later.

Arsenal were through on a night that suggested Wenger's squad might have hidden depths.

 

Written By علی در دوشنبه یازدهم آبان 1388 time 23:21 Topic ARSENAL News | fixed link

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خوب، شما هم میدونید، بعد از انتخابات نای چندانی برای رسیدن به فردا نبود. این حس کم یا زیاد برای هممون هنوز هم مونده.

ولی خوب به قولی: قضیه آرسنال که کار حال و احوال مساعد یا غیر مساعد نیست...

ما هم قبول کردیم و قرار بر این شد که در ادامه طوفان براه افتادن این فصل از طرف توپچی ها، بهشون ملحق شیم. قرار بر این بود که با برد آرسنال مقابل منچستر شروع کنیم که اتفاقا آرسنال در عین شایستگی نتیجه رو واگذار کرد و حرکت الحاقی ما به هفته بعد موکول شدو برد در برابر دیگر منچستری هم بدست نیومد و طی مشورتی که با دوستان داشتیم، قرار بر این شد که اولین برد آرسنال در مقابل یکی از ۳ بیگ فور (۴غول جزیره-منچستر،آرسنال،چلسی،لیورپول-) رو شروع مجدد کار توپخانه وبلاگ قرار بدیم.

بنا به تغییر رنگ لباسهای دوم و سوم آرسنال (که به حق هر دو لباس به خصوص کیت سوم زیبا هستند) و حذف رنگ تقریبا همیشگی زرد و اضافه شدن سه رنگ تازه -مشکی و نقره ای در کیت سوم وآبی در کیت دوم- به کیتهای آرسنال، ما هم سنت شکنی می کنیم و به جای رنگ زرد وبلاگ رنگهای تازه وارد رو استفاده می کنیم. البته رنگ زرد از رنگهای جدایی ناپذیر برای آرسنال هست و ما هم به طور کامل این رنگ رو در بایگانی قرار نمیدیم! به اینصورت که:

برای میزبانی ها تایتل همانند فصل قبل:     

برای کیت دوم که در فصل قبل زرد بود، تایتل به رنگ:    

و برای کیت سوم که در دو فصل اخیر سفید و جگری بود، تایتل گزارشهای این فصل ما به رنگ:    

+ اینکه دو رنگ جدید آبی و نقره ای هم به دامنه رنگهای گذشته ما اضافه شدند و طی تغییراتی که در قالب به عمل آوردیم رنگ آبی، رنگ پایه قالب شده و در نگارش اخبار کمتر از این رنگ استفاده خواهد شد.

اگرچه بردهای عالی و خوبی بعد از اون ۲ باخت پشت سر هم به لطف سیستم جدید و بسیار پیچیده و فوق العاده کارامد ۴-۳-۳ این فصل آرسنال بدست اومدن، ولی انشاالله توپخانه این وبلاگ هم هفته آینده، با برد مقابل لیورپول در جام حذفی پر حرارت تر از فصول قبل شروع به کار خواهد کرد تا جشن قهرمانیهای آرسنال رو از این فصل، از هم اکنون به نظاره بنشینیم.

فردا هم آرسنال در خارج از خانه با وستهام بازی داره که قطعا بازی دشوار و در نهایت زیبایی خواهد بود.

با آرزوی روزهایی سبز و زیبا

مدیریت وبلاگ       

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Written By علی در شنبه دوم آبان 1388 time 23:23 Topic ARSENAL News | fixed link

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از الان تا  آخر وقت اداری جمعه همین پست میمونه! چونکه دوست دارم بشنوم (!)

یک کلمه است. فقط همین!

 

 

حال من دست خودم نیــــــــــست، دیگه آروم نمیگیرم،

 

دلم از کســـــی گرفتـــــــــــه، که میخوام براش بمیـــــرم

 

بـــــاز سرنوشت و انتهای آشنایــــــــــی،

 

 بـــــاز لحظه هـــای غم انگیـــز  جدایـــــی،

 

بـــــاز لحظه هـــای ناگزیــر دل بریـــــدن،

 

 بازم اول راهــو حس تلـــــــــخ نرسیدن،

 

پای دنیـــای تو مـــــــوندم، مثل عاشقـــــای عـــالم،

 

تا منو ببخشی آخــــــــر، تا دلت بسوزه کم کـــــــم،

 

مث آینه روبرومــــه، حس با تو بودن من،

 

دارم از دست تو میــــــرم، عاشقــــــــی کــــن، منو نشکــــن،

منو نشکن،

 

بـــــاز سرنوشت و انتهای آشنایــــــــــی،

 

 بـــــاز لحظه هـــای غم انگیـــز  جدایـــــی،

 

بـــــاز لحظه هـــای ناگزیــر دل بریـــــدن،

 

 بازم اول راهــو حس تلـــــــــخ نرسیدن.

 

مرسی علی لهراسبی در دلنوازان.

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Written By علی در چهارشنبه بیست و نهم مهر 1388 time 16:3 Topic Lyrics | fixed link

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به خاطر یک کلمه!

فقط همین!

یک کلمه بگو و خلاص کن. هم منو هم خودتو.

میدونم نمیگی. میدونم.

شاید نمیخوای بگی و نمیدونی اگه نگی چی میشه.

شایدم اصلا به ذهنت همچین چیزی نرسه. هیچوقت! حتما چون توی دلت نیس که بخوای بگی.

بهر حال.

به قول ابی: هرچه، هرچه که بود، مثل فانوس گرم و روشن بود...

شایدم به قول امین رستمی: .... نمیشه، دیوونه نمیشه، هرچی میخونم...

شایدم نامجو درست بگه: ای ساربان، ای کاروان کجا میروی؟ ...

شایدم: منو تو قلبت نگه دار، منو تو قلبت نگه دار!

شایدم...

خلاصه... الان ساعت ۴:۰۷ صبح ۴شنبه است. منم این پست رو جمعه، شایدم شنبه فعال میکنم. شایدم نکنم!

ولی فقط یک کلمه میخوام بشنوم. همین و همین.

حالا که برنامه عوض شد و تو میختو سر قضیه اول کوبوندی، منم میگم که اون قضیه شاید بهونه بود واسه شنیدن همین یه کلمه. کلمه ای که خود خودت هیچ وقت بهم نگفتی.

اینم میدونم به هر دلیلی ازت نشنوم، از ساعت ۰:۰۰ شنبه من منم و تو تو.

هرکی خودشه و جای خودش.

کلمه ای که یه حسی بهم قبولونده به علی چندبار گفتی.

ولی دوست جون، واسه همه سعی هایی که کردی ممنون. گرچه فکر میکنی ثمر بخش نبودن. اما همشون واسه من خیلی خوب و  عمدتا به جا بودن.

شاید تو این ۳ روز بازم بیام و متنو زیاد کنم. ولی فعلا علم مواد کارم داره. از شنبه هم گفتم غصه منو نخور -اگه میخوردی تا حالا!- چون اونقدر علم مواد و روش و ریض و فیز سرم ریخته که اگه یه جا تو این دنیا باشه که منو دیگه کسی حتی ۵ دقیقه هم نبینه، بین همین چنتا اسمه.

-ساعت ۴:۲۲-

ps1:.............اممممم... هیچی، ولش کن.

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از الان تا  آخر وقت اداری جمعه همین پست میمونه! چونکه دوست دارم بشنوم (!)

یک کلمه است. فقط همین!

 

 

حال من دست خودم نیــــــــــست، دیگه آروم نمیگیرم،

 

دلم از کســـــی گرفتـــــــــــه، که میخوام براش بمیـــــرم

 

بـــــاز سرنوشت و انتهای آشنایــــــــــی،

 

 بـــــاز لحظه هـــای غم انگیـــز  جدایـــــی،

 

بـــــاز لحظه هـــای ناگزیــر دل بریـــــدن،

 

 بازم اول راهــو حس تلـــــــــخ نرسیدن،

 

پای دنیـــای تو مـــــــوندم، مثل عاشقـــــای عـــالم،

 

تا منو ببخشی آخــــــــر، تا دلت بسوزه کم کـــــــم،

 

مث آینه روبرومــــه، حس با تو بودن من،

 

دارم از دست تو میــــــرم، عاشقــــــــی کــــن، منو نشکــــن،

منو نشکن،

 

بـــــاز سرنوشت و انتهای آشنایــــــــــی،

 

 بـــــاز لحظه هـــای غم انگیـــز  جدایـــــی،

 

بـــــاز لحظه هـــای ناگزیــر دل بریـــــدن،

 

 بازم اول راهــو حس تلـــــــــخ نرسیدن.

 

مرسی علی لهراسبی در دلنوازان.

 

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 تارهای عصبیم به شدت در حال ارتعاشهای فرا توانی هستند!

دیگه چیکار کنم بفهمی؟

میگه منم هر روز گوش میکنم. هی حالیش میکنم که الان که بیرونی برو اون لامصب رو ببین. میگه منم گوش میکنم. جز این روزا!

ای خدا.

جدیدترین کدهای آهنگ رو که من نمیگم، یه اسکلی میگه. ینی برو ببین چه خبره ه ه ه ه ه ه ه ه ه ه هـــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــ

ساعت  الان ۱۷:۵۷. میگه دارم میرم بیرون. (!) ای خداااااااااااااااااااااااااااااااااااااااااااااااااااااااااااااااااااااااااااا.

وقتی قرار نیست بفهمی دیگه نمیفهمی دیگه. حتما حکمتی داره. من که دارم ۱۰۰٪ مطمئن میشم که یه حکمتیه که تو نمیگیری.

پس جای گله و اخم و عصبانیت و خواهشی نمیمونه.

فردام که جمعه ست. اگه وجود داشت، تا حالا صد بار گفته بودی. نیست. نیست. نیست.

نبود. هیچوقتم نبود. هیچوقت. فقط من با این دوست جدیدم که خاندان متوهم جالبی داره گمونم هم کاسه شدم و منم توهمی شدم. توهم اینکه وجود داشت و داره.

عیب نداره. دست کم الان فهمیدم که همش زاده ی توهمات تخم هندونه ایه من بوده! ای گند بزنن این توهم تخم مرغیو.

حالا هی به اینا میگم فردا پا نشین نرین چالوس، مگه به خرجشون میره؟ این همه وقت نرفتین. عدل باید الانی که کلا همه چی غاراشمیشه برین؟ از عید تا حالا نرفتنا. انگار چی چی میشد اگه فردام پا نشن برن! اونم چــــــــــــــــــــــــی، یحتمل شبم میمونن! |زرشکــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــ|

اون اسکل تر از پریا رو هم لابد باید بگم بیاد پیشم که شب تنها نباشم. نه که اوشون قوین و نترس و اینجا هم دشت گانگستراستو منم ترسووووووو و اگه اینام باشه تو این وضیت دوست جون اسکله منم باس پاشه بیاد. بیاد که هاگیر واگیر دار تر شه این کن فیکنی که الان هست.

هووووووووووووووفـــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــ

اینم که نمیگیره نت و جمعه و شنبه و لال پت پتی منو این برزخ یعنی چی!

الانم ساعت ۱۸:۱۵ ۵شنبه است.

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جمعه: فقط حرص بود و حرص. ۳ بار حرصم درومد. ولی شاید یک بارم حرصشو در نیاوردم!!! (واقعا چرا؟)

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آخرم نشد... جالبه نه؟  (واقعــــا چــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــرا؟)

آخرم نگفت!      ...

شنبه، ۲۲:۲۴

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Written By علی در چهارشنبه بیست و نهم مهر 1388 time 4:28 Topic Mind Delirium | fixed link

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Miss Sarajevo - U2 Is there a time for keeping a distance A time to turn your eyes away Is there a time for keeping your head down For getting on with your day Is there a time for kohl and lipstick A time for cutting hair Is there a time for high street shopping To find the right dress to wear Here she comes Heads turn around Here she comes To take her crown Is there a time to walk for cover A time for kiss and tell Is there a time for different colors Different names you find it hard to spell Is there a time for first communion A time for east 17 Is there a time to turn the mecca Is there a time to be a beauty queen Here she comes Beauty plays the crown Here she comes Surreal in her crown [Pavarotti] Dici che il fiume Trova la via al mare E come il fiume Giungerai a me Oltre I confini E le terre assetate Dici che come fiume Come fiume L'amore giunger L'amore E non so pi pregare E nell'amore non so pi sperare E quell'amore non so pi aspettare [English translation:] You say that the river Finds the way to the sea And as the river You'll come to me Beyond the borders And the thirsty lands You say that as river As river Love will come Love And I cannot pray anymore And I cannot hope in love anymore And I cannot wait for love anymore [Bono] Is there a time for tying ribbons A time for Christmas trees Is there a time for laying tables When the night is set to freeze © All lyrics are copyright of their

 

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Written By علی در دوشنبه بیست و هفتم مهر 1388 time 3:36 Topic Lyrics | fixed link

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دروغ گوی حرفه ای

افسر راهنمایی یه اقایی رو به علت سبقت غیر مجازنگه میداره

افسر :میشه گواهینامتون رو ببینم؟

راننده:گواهینامه ندارم بعد از پنجمین تخلفم باطلش کردن.

افسر:میشه کارت ماشینتون رو ببینم؟

راننده:این ماشین من نیست من این ماشینو دزدیدم!!!

-این ماشین دزدیه؟

-آره همین طوره فکر کنم! فکر کنم وقتی داشتم تفنگو رو میزاشتم تو داشبورد کارت ماشین صاحبش رو ندیدم!

- یعنی تو داشبورد یه تفنگ هست؟

 

بله همون تفنکی که باهاش صاحب ماشین رو کشتم و بعدش هم گذاشتم تو صندوق عقب.

-یه جسد تو صندوق عقب ماشینه؟؟؟؟؟

-بله قربان همین طوره!!!

با شنیدن این حرف سریعا با مافوقش (سروان) تماس میگیره طولی نمیکشه که ماشین های پلیس ماشین مرد رو محاصره میکنن و سروان برای حل این قضیه پیچیده به پیش مرد میاد.

سروان: ببخشید آقا میشه گواهینامتون رو ببینم؟

مرد: بله بفرمایید!!

گواهینامه ی مرد کاملا صحیح بود!

سروان:این ماشین ماله کیه؟

-ماله خودمه جناب سروان اینم کارتش!

-اوراق ماشین درست بود و ماشین ماله مرد بود!

-میشه خیلی آروم داشبورد رو باز کنی تا ببینم توش هست یا نه؟

-البته جناب سروان ولی مطمئن باشید که تفنکی اون تو نیست!

-واقعا هم هیچ تفنگی اون تو نبود

-میشه صندوق عقب رو بزنید بالا به من گفتن که یه جسد اون تویه.

-ایرادی نداره.

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Atossa

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Atossa

 

 (from Old Persian *Utauθa, and Avestan Hutaosā) was an Achaemenid queen and daughter of Cyrus the Great. She lived from 550-475 BC and probably a sister (or half-sister) of Cambyses II, Atossa married Darius I sometime in 522 BC after Darius, with the help of nobelman Otanes, overthrew a man claiming to be Bardya. Xerxes I was the eldest son of Atossa and Darius. Atossa was alive when Xerxes invaded Greece. Being an intelligent woman and descendent of Cyrus the Great, Atossa had a great authority within Achamenian royal house and court. This special position of Atossa made Xerxes, who was not the eldest son of Darius, succeed his father. ^[1]

 Literary references

Aeschylus also included her as a central character in his tragedy The Persians. Also Atossa is one of the major characters in the Gore Vidal work, Creation. The book's account of how Darius ascended the throne has been disputed.^{[citation needed]}

 References

1. ^ Schmitt, Rüdiger (1989). "Atossa". Encycloaedia Iranica. vol. 3. Encyclopedia Iranica Foundation. ISBN 0710091214. http://www.iranica.com/newsite/articles/unicode/v3f1/v3f1a014.html. 

 

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