I know - I can't believe it either... 0-4 away at Blackburn – of course a lot of this was down to the fact that the Mark Hughes physical style of footie against teams that can 'play a bit' was entirely in absence. I think a lot of this was down to the Walcott factor – and Wenger played it very well by:
Firstly I'm going to bang on about Eboue for a bit – he had another great game, he was getting involved and shooting from outside the box (for all you cunts who moan about us over passing it) and he even won us a penalty. I will make it clear that it wasn't a 'dive' – and the 'Aresnal fans' who again slagged him off as a dirty, divey, hacky bastard who's not fit to wear the shirt as he was carried off the field, are a disgrace. He was clearly caught while attacking the opposition's penalty area with full pace and commitment... what more do you want from him? I am aware that it didn't help that the commentator proclaimed 'clearly a dive' before the replay and then mumbled something about that he might have caught him but he went down easily... etc.
Idiots... they even booed him for diving when he nutmeged that Blackburn twat and got blocked off from yet another attack!? He's on our side and is currently playing his heart out for the team despite the 'fans' – so give him a chance. It was just after the nutmeg incident that promoted the chorus of "Same old Arsenal - Always cheating" to be sung by the Blackburn fans in a near identical replay of the game against Fulham... to be honest - that's fucking rich coming from the Blackburn supporters after the amount of times they've hoofed us off the pitch in recent encounters!
Now onto the golden child... it seems that he has indeed 'stepped up' to the next level from the clumsy adolescent fumblings of yester season to the confident, skilful and oft 'forced' penetration of the opposition box. Is the boy a man? It certainly looked that way against Blackburn, brim full of confidence and safe from the malicious raking studs and the dead leggers of this game – he played a blinder! The most noteworthy moment was when he ran up to Adebayor after he scored his first goal to help him celebrate... now it was noteworthy as the rest of the team didn't seem all that happy for Ade and because Theo was all 'you da man' and backslappy with pseudo aggressive 'lets go fuck these boys' posturing in a 'I am your equal' kind of way... if you know what I mean. Theo obviously regards himself as 'ready' i.e. the equal of anyone on the pitch and I can only assume that this is because Wenger has told him as much.
And as of Adebayor... well – he replied to Theo with aplomb... you may have got a hat trick for your country sonny – but just you remember who the daddy is around here... yeah?
It is the competition that drives us and the abstract metaphysic of the rules that make the challenge tangible and enjoyable from participant to spectator.
Nice one Ade – a few more of those please...
...RvP also looks to be finding some form too; I'd give him until January before he properly catches fire... that is if he can avoid injury!
*Dogface News*
On a personal note I had a bizarre experience on Sunday... well – no, was it bizarre? Celebrities, and the notion of such entities, are bizarre and this was the bizarrest of celebrities and, incidentally, one of my comedy heroes... I was at some kiddies playground, a nice one that Claire found in North London – it's got woods around it and squirrels, and there are never any used needles, dead tramps or dog shit in the wendy-house and all that good stuff. Well – Sophia was playing about on this climbing frame with some lad and the lad was quite friendly little chap telling us about how fast his new triners made him run and showing us his plastic alien figure which had a sort of cabbage head with teeth in it – his name was Brian… the alien – not the kid. Well they were playing quite nicely (some kids can be little shits and will bully/mug your kid as soon as your back is turned) so, satisfied that he was alright - I gave Sophia a sandwich and turned to leave them to it when I heard a familiar booming voice from the other side of the climbing frame:
"How up kiddo, what you doing up there then - I'm going to eat yer feet yer little monkey, GRRragh!"
It was something about the word 'monkey' that I recognised... you know – that advert... I could only see his torso as the kids were in the way – he was short, slightly scruffy and very course and northern... could this be the dad of the entirely well mannered middle class kid playing with Sophia?
Sophia replied:
Bizarre... still – it's true what they say about the camera adding 20 pounds as he didn't look that fat; but then again – he was wearing black.
- Realising that a post hat trick Walcott being issued with his 'golden bollocks' by the media hyenas was an absolutely massive service to Arsenal (hence his immediate pay rise negotiations I assume).
- Milking it for all it was worth prior to going 'up north' for two tricky away fixtures.
Firstly I'm going to bang on about Eboue for a bit – he had another great game, he was getting involved and shooting from outside the box (for all you cunts who moan about us over passing it) and he even won us a penalty. I will make it clear that it wasn't a 'dive' – and the 'Aresnal fans' who again slagged him off as a dirty, divey, hacky bastard who's not fit to wear the shirt as he was carried off the field, are a disgrace. He was clearly caught while attacking the opposition's penalty area with full pace and commitment... what more do you want from him? I am aware that it didn't help that the commentator proclaimed 'clearly a dive' before the replay and then mumbled something about that he might have caught him but he went down easily... etc.
Idiots... they even booed him for diving when he nutmeged that Blackburn twat and got blocked off from yet another attack!? He's on our side and is currently playing his heart out for the team despite the 'fans' – so give him a chance. It was just after the nutmeg incident that promoted the chorus of "Same old Arsenal - Always cheating" to be sung by the Blackburn fans in a near identical replay of the game against Fulham... to be honest - that's fucking rich coming from the Blackburn supporters after the amount of times they've hoofed us off the pitch in recent encounters!
Now onto the golden child... it seems that he has indeed 'stepped up' to the next level from the clumsy adolescent fumblings of yester season to the confident, skilful and oft 'forced' penetration of the opposition box. Is the boy a man? It certainly looked that way against Blackburn, brim full of confidence and safe from the malicious raking studs and the dead leggers of this game – he played a blinder! The most noteworthy moment was when he ran up to Adebayor after he scored his first goal to help him celebrate... now it was noteworthy as the rest of the team didn't seem all that happy for Ade and because Theo was all 'you da man' and backslappy with pseudo aggressive 'lets go fuck these boys' posturing in a 'I am your equal' kind of way... if you know what I mean. Theo obviously regards himself as 'ready' i.e. the equal of anyone on the pitch and I can only assume that this is because Wenger has told him as much.
And as of Adebayor... well – he replied to Theo with aplomb... you may have got a hat trick for your country sonny – but just you remember who the daddy is around here... yeah?
It is the competition that drives us and the abstract metaphysic of the rules that make the challenge tangible and enjoyable from participant to spectator.
Nice one Ade – a few more of those please...
...RvP also looks to be finding some form too; I'd give him until January before he properly catches fire... that is if he can avoid injury!
*Dogface News*
On a personal note I had a bizarre experience on Sunday... well – no, was it bizarre? Celebrities, and the notion of such entities, are bizarre and this was the bizarrest of celebrities and, incidentally, one of my comedy heroes... I was at some kiddies playground, a nice one that Claire found in North London – it's got woods around it and squirrels, and there are never any used needles, dead tramps or dog shit in the wendy-house and all that good stuff. Well – Sophia was playing about on this climbing frame with some lad and the lad was quite friendly little chap telling us about how fast his new triners made him run and showing us his plastic alien figure which had a sort of cabbage head with teeth in it – his name was Brian… the alien – not the kid. Well they were playing quite nicely (some kids can be little shits and will bully/mug your kid as soon as your back is turned) so, satisfied that he was alright - I gave Sophia a sandwich and turned to leave them to it when I heard a familiar booming voice from the other side of the climbing frame:
"How up kiddo, what you doing up there then - I'm going to eat yer feet yer little monkey, GRRragh!"
It was something about the word 'monkey' that I recognised... you know – that advert... I could only see his torso as the kids were in the way – he was short, slightly scruffy and very course and northern... could this be the dad of the entirely well mannered middle class kid playing with Sophia?
Sophia replied:
"Nooo… no you won't"
To whit the stranger replied:
"Oh yes I will, I'm going to munch them up just like you're munching on that jam buttie!"
As Sophia moved, in genuine fear of being eaten by a hungry 'grotesque' northerner, I could see that Johnny Vegas had just threatened to bite my daughters' feet off and was making a pretend foot-gnawing face.Bizarre... still – it's true what they say about the camera adding 20 pounds as he didn't look that fat; but then again – he was wearing black.
