Quotes About Club

I'm so proud to play for a big club like Arsenal.

Arsenal are a massive club, and a club a lot of people would love to play for.

The fans are amazing. I'm really happy here at Arsenal, and I'm going to do my best for this club.

Arsenal is Arsenal. It's not a small club; it's a very big club, and it's like a family. It's very good for me because I love my family, and to have another family here is very good.

I've got huge respect for Arsenal as a club.

It's a great club, for me, and I am still an Arsenal fan. Will I come back? Maybe, I still hope to.

I love Arsenal, it's the club of my heart.

the club coincided.

I had been bigger sucker than a square mark. All he loses is scratch. I had joined a club that suckered me behind bars fives times.

The ride had begun. The theatre and club spectaculars seemed to stick up into the sky at all sorts of crazy angles, probably because most of them were planted diagonally on rooftops. Follow Thru, Whoopee, Show Boat, El Fay Club, Club Richman, Texas Guinan's. It gave the town the appearance of standing on its ear. ("The Number's Up")

My priority is to ensure the club and Craven Cottage each have a viable and sustainable Premier League future that fans of present and future generations can be proud of.

When you play for a club like Madrid, you always have to stay in the present, because everything is so intense: the sprints, the headers, the tackles, the training sessions, the away trips, the hotels. The victories and the defeats.

I've always liked Liverpool. I'd play a lot of video games, and I'd be them, because they played in red, like Independiente, my first club, Arsenal, or Chelsea.

I want to be clear: I do not view myself so much as the owner of Fulham but a custodian of the club on behalf of its fans.

He belongs to a pugilism club where they batter each other senseless, in the savate style." "What is that?" "A kind of fighting that developed in the streets of Old Paris. Quite vicious. My brother secretly hopes to be attacked by ruffians someday, but so far, no luck.

White's is a more prestigious club than Brabbler's." "Most clubs are," Devon rejoined wryly. "But the air is a bit too thin in such elevated circles. And if White's didn't want me before I was an earl, there's no reason for them to want me now. I'm unchanged in every regard except for the fact that I'm now as deeply in debt as the rest of the peerage.

It was hardly a surprise to find St. Vincent here, since his family owned the club, and his maternal grandfather had been Ivo Jenner himself. In recent years, St. Vincent had taken over the management of the club from his father. By all accounts, he was doing an excellent job of it, with his customary cool and relaxed aplomb.

Gabriel's family owned a private gaming house, ostensibly a gentlemen's club, patronized by royalty, aristocracy, and men of influence. Before inheriting the dukedom, his father, Sebastian, had personally run and managed the club, turning it into one of London's most fashionable gaming establishments.

You do know Chris is thoroughly fucked-up, don't you?" My reply is instant, defensive. Protective. "Aren't we all?" "Not like Chris." I don't ask how he knows. It could be the club. Maybe a friendship that once was and is now lost. It doesn't matter. "It's his imperfections that make him perfect," I reply, and there is conviction in my voice.

Sir, said the guard from behind me. I'd appreciate it if you left your club here. I paused and looked over my shoulder, He had a gun. His hand wasn't exactly resting on it, but he'd tucked his thumb into his belt about half an inch away. It isn't a club, I said calmly. It's a walking stick. Six feet long. It's traditional Ozark folk art. With dents and nicks all over it. I thought about it for a second. I'm insecure? Get a blanket.

Oh, good grief. The Mickey Mouse Club of werewolves wanted to throw in on my side.

You don't want to be too cool. But you don't want to be too dorky. Still, I find it so much better to see a guy at a club being a dork, and having fun, than trying to be sexy.

Doing linear scans over an associative array is like trying to club someone to death with a loaded Uzi.

Nothing gazed around at the kids in the club. They were all so beautiful. He loved their choppy hairstyles, their costume jewelry, their ragged black or multicolored clothes. He loved the way they all somehow looked like him, and he wished he could make friends with every one of them.