Right, it’s been a few weeks since I last spoke to you, so let’s start with a summary of what’s happened since then.
Firstly, the bad thing happened when we lost to you know who, causing yet another North London power shift. This one lasting around three whole days. The power shifts are a so short these days that the next one will probably send us back in time.
Thankfully we had a chance to get quickly back on the horse, albeit like a sixteen stone, one-legged jockey with a hangover, by beating Leicester at home.
There was a bit of an overreaction to the manner of that win. I felt, after all the most important thing was to get three points and you get three points by scoring more goals than the other team, however ugly it is.
We often have a bit of a wobble after a demoralising defeat like that anyway, so the win was even more important especially with that lot, no doubt suffering the effects of a three day open top bus parade after beating us, losing to Liverpool a day later.
We then had the opposite to the previous week, when a thoroughly professional and at times rather attractive, victory over Middlesbrough in the FA Cup was followed by being knocked out of the competition a day later, when we were drawn against Manchester United at Old Trafford 🙂
A stunning performance from United, it has to be said, seeing as they managed to beat both us and Preston North End before a ball had even been kicked on the Monday night, with Wayne Rooney diving to win a penalty during the quarter final draw.
Seriously though, when will someone in the British media have the balls to call out that fat, cheating, granny shagging prick for what he is?
The fact he seems to get a free pass because of who and what he is makes it even more bizarre because what he really is, is a fat w.nker who never has and never will reach his full potential.
The irony of the fact he probably could have been one of the best players in the world had he spent more time working to live up to the hype, rather than believing it, is no doubt as lost on the pathetic arse licking journalists and pundits who put him up on that pedestal in the first place, as the player himself.
Anyway that is quite enough of him – Rant over!
All that just makes the thought of knocking them out of the cup at their place more mouth watering, it would certainly be about time!
In all honesty, it is probably the worst draw we could’ve hoped for, and yes, our recent record against them is awful, but if you’ve decided that we are out already, you have either not witnessed some of Arsenal’s wins against the odds over the years, or chosen to forget them.
Anyway, that’s it from me for this week, short and sweet I know, but you know, things to do and stuff.
I’ll hand you over to Mathieu Debuchy…..
Tales From the Treatment Room with Mathieu and Mikel
There have been a few comings and goings over the last few weeks.
First we had Alexis come in but he came and went quietly….NOT!
He brought his dogs in with him, and Mikel had to calm him down a bit when he insisted we all lick our own balls for a group selfie.
Alexis wasn’t happy at having to miss a couple of games, he was chomping at the bit and at one point if you closed your eyes you couldn’t tell if it was him or his dogs making growling noises.
After he’d gone, Mikel shook his head and said “he’s still not as bad as Podolski….”
Ox looked up from his Nintendo DS, giggling, and said he reminded him of Scrappy Doo.
Mikel and I both laughed along, but I don’t think either of us got the joke.
In fact, we had forgotten Ox was even there.
Jack left us, and just after he went out the front door, Aaron came gingerly through the back door.
“Has he gone?” he asked, inspecting a fag butt on the floor, sniffing it as if to check how recent it had been extinguished.
Not sure what’s going on with those two, one gets fit then the other gets injured…..it’s like they’re avoiding each other or something.
You rarely see them in the same place at the same time.
That’s it from us this week. Take care, and watch out for Orcs shoving you into hoardings!
That’s it from me too (yeah I know I’ve already said that), Palace on Saturday, not an easy place to go, but remember this – win, lose, or draw, you can be sure everyone will be going on about how great their fucking fans are all week.
Up The Arsenal
I should tell you a bit about myself. I’m not a stat man or a tactical genius, and you certainly won’t hear my opinion on Arsenal Football Club finances. Not that there’s anything wrong with any of that, it’s just not my thing. Don’t get me wrong, some do this very well but, for me, football has always been about what’s on the pitch, watching the game, discussing it over a beer with your mates after, then going into work on Monday morning either gloating or defending your team to the hilt, resisting the temptation to punch the token deluded Tottenham fan in the throat. Oh and my Dad and brothers are all with the Dark Side…