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As Arsene's title challenge lays in tatters around him...
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| I am the ghost of Championships past.. | |
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| Wat ez eet you want weeth me? | |
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The grim reality hits Arsene - the shock causes him to lose his magical powers of disguise...
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| You are doomed Arsene - you will never again win anything with the Arse | |
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and they all lived happily ever after...
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| AHA! I Sir Alex, Lord of the Red Devils, and my Red Army have crushed the mere mortals once again... | |
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