Wenger Tells Loaned Strikers Only One Will Return
The windswept hill seemed to whine as the grass achingly tried to withstand the angry breath of mother nature. Shadows crashed upon the banks of the hill like waves on a cliff. Darkness had claimed this place and shrouded all it around it. Clouds ensconced the sky and reached longingly towards the ground filling the air with an eerie mist.
What should have been a tranquil place stank of scheming iniquity. This was the place evil came to enact its plans.


