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“We can go on and finish third.”
– Harry Redknapp

That was comment was made before we beat Liverpool and they lost to relegation battling Wolves.

Predictions on where the season will go are oftentimes foolish, because you cannot predict the unpredictable. And the unpredictable is injury.

Had Tottenham had Aaron Lennon, perhaps they would have handled Wolves. But he hasn’t been in their lineup for a while now.

I don’t even want to go into the Robin van Persie discussion, because it’s irrelevant now.

And now we have news that Ashley Cole will be out for three months. Who knows, one swift tackle, and Wayne Rooney could be out for two months.

That’s not something I wish for, but it’s just to say that anything could happen.

The only thing we know is what we have to do, and otherwise it’s just about having a feeling.

I know we have to win at least 10 of our next 12 games in the League without suffering defeat. I have a feeling that this race isn’t quite over.

So, while people like Harry Redknapp talk rubbish, let’s just continue to pile up points and let the two clubs above us try to prove that they can actually be Champions.



Schadenfreude is pleasure derived from the misfortune of others. Every football fans best moments – other than his/her own team winning – is when their rivals are losing or having a bad time. When Arsenal are having a bad time, it seems that everyone that isn’t a Gooner starts to experience schadenfreude.

I expect this from fans and certain thick players like Michael Ballack or Steven Gerrard. Ballack said that Arsenal are predictable, Wenger is a bad loser and that his team are not good enough to challenge for the title. Three days later, Chelsea lost 2-1 to Everton who Arsenal annihilated 6-1 on the opening day of the season. Chelsea are only six points ahead of Arsenal with a much tougher run in.

Steven Gerrard called Arsenal a wounded animal after defeats to Manchester United and Chelsea. He insisted that Liverpool have scented the chance to take advantage by overhauling Arsenal and securing third place. He believed that Liverpool would beat Arsenal especially after their Merseyside derby victory on Saturday. Gerrard’s fantasy is akin to a man who fucks three crack heads in an alleyway and then thinks he has a chance with Jennifer Lopez. Beating Everton in a UFC style cage fight and beating Arsenal away are not the same.

What Gerrard has become is a diver. Immediately after Arsenal had scored, Gerrard did a pathetic dive to try and win Liverpool a penalty. He also dived last Saturday to get Tim Cahill sent off. In fact, the man has dived all throughout his career but the English media say nothing because Gerrard is key to England winning the World Cup. Pathetic.

Now Gerrard and his team mates are moaning that they should have got a penalty in injury time due to Cesc’s alleged deliberate handball at Liverpool’s free-kick. This moan diverts attention away from the fact that Liverpool have once again lost and look no closer to making the top four at the end of the season. Besides, Liverpool don’t seem to realize that Dirk Kuyt dived to get the free-kick in the first place.

The biggest tosser of all with regards to schadenfreude is Spurs manager Harry Redknapp. Here is a man who was in court over tax evasion, who claims that Spurs are capable of taking third spot this season – ahead of Arsenal – in light of Arsenal’s recent defeats. What happens next? Arsenal win and Spurs lose to Wolves – again – and fall nine points behind third place.

St Totteringham’s Day can’t come soon enough.

Keep It Arsenal

Take That Harry!

Dig below any surface and you will find remnants of the past. Examine what you find and you may find clues to the future.

Harry Redknapp has always left a football club in a very bad financial situation. He screws them over with big transfers and a wage bill that they can’t afford. He’s still being investigated for taking back-handers and tax evasion. Look at West Ham (fired for taking bungs), Portsmouth (can barely afford to pay their players), Southampton (relegated two divisions), and Bournemouth (went into administration).

The man is trouble.

Spurs fans were moaning that they were missing Defoe, Lennon and Modric. They argue that if Arsenal missed Robin van Persie, Cesc and Vermaelen we would struggle. They miss the point. Both teams have had injuries to key players – it can’t be used as an excuse.

Spurs have failed to beat Arsenal in the last 20 Premier League games.

Arsenal face Manchester City in the last eight of the Carling Cup. It means a return to the City of Manchester Stadium and Adebeyor. I doubt that he will play and if he does he probably won’t score. Who knows or cares? Arsenal will play their reserves which will include Jack Wilshere and Fran Merida. Because of this City will not be as pumped up as they were back in September. To beat the Arsenal reserve team, you have to be at your best. The reserves will be at their best and looking forward to this one unlike last season when they faced Burnley at the same stage.

Wednesday we play AZ Alkmaar. I hope that we can qualify for the knock-out stages of the Champions League as soon as possible. For example, we travel to Athens for our last group game in December and then face Chelsea 3 days later. I hope we play the reserves for that one.

Last word: Kenwyne Jones is banned for Sunderland when we play them in two weeks. Do you fucking care? I thought fucking not!

Keep it Arsenal

Post Match View – Tottenham Hotspur F.C.

Before the match, Robbie Keane (now famously) said, “You look at the two squads and we’re definitely on a par.”

Before the match, Harry Redknapp said, “They play fantastic football, but so do we. We have a squad here capable of matching anyone so we will be going there to win the game.”

In the 84th minute, the game announcer said, “I think Tottenham want the final whistle now.”

After the match, Arsene Wenger said, “We took advantage of two opportunities and that changed the game completely – it could have been four or five.”

It should have been more than that. Games against Spurs are never long enough for me. We can never score enough against them to satisfy me. Embarrassment is the order of the day, every time we play them.

Beating Spurs is the least an Arsenal player should aim for. Beating Spurs should never be taken for granted. Robbie Keane and Harry Redknapp underestimated these two tenets and clearly overestimated their club’s status. All the talk about a new club breaking into the top four has gone to their heads. They are inferior. End of!

Cesc has answered my calls to regain form. He’s been very good this season. There was a dip last week at Upton Park but no such thing yesterday. He and Robin have taken over from Gallas and Vermaelen as the most likely to score. Still though, I keep a question mark next to Andrey Arshavin’s name. I am growing increasingly impatient. Maybe it’s my own problem but I would argue that he has yet to turn on the style of a world class player.

He started well yesterday but faded. He was average in the end. I want more. Much more!

I read earlier in the week that Wilson Palacios would be a good counter for the creative thrust of Cesc Fabregas. I also read that David Bentley would have much to prove as he tries to find a way back to the first team. As it turned out, Palacios was a typical Spurs player, hyped but really less than average. Bentley was not any kind of difference maker. I wonder what players like Bentley do for a game since Redknapp has scrapped the reserves. It’s not my issue but I question how that policy benefits players.

It was also mentioned that Peter Crouch would trouble our center-halves. Vermaelen was impressive, again. Long may it last. Does anyone still question Wenger’s decision to demote Senderos?

I noticed how tense the Spurs players were when they lined up before entering the pitch. What a foul move by Robbie Keane to spit on the floor. We used to be ridiculed for our group huddles before matches. Spurs’ huddle before kickoff had little effect on the outcome. I wonder what Captain Scum told his troops.

The aforementioned Bentley and “You’ll Never Play For Arsenal” Jenas returned to their lineup. They’ve scored brilliant goals in the corresponding fixture. Almunia was back in goal for us. Hopefully, he’ll add some assertiveness and steel to his game and thwart the threat of young Vito.

We started with Bendtner missing the target after good build-up by Song, Robin, and Arshavin. Song gifted Spurs a corner in the third minute with a terribly hacked back-pass. We escaped unscathed. In the seventh minute, the lively Arshavin won a corner which was taken quickly by Cesc. Beanpole Crouch clattered into and seemed to injure the diminutive no. 23 but no penalty was given. Nor was a yellow given to Bentley for his challenge on Vermaelen less than a minute later. It deserved more than a verbal caution.

With Capello in the crowd, Bentley had a flashback to that wonder goal he scored from 45 yards in his first North London derby. He attempted to impress the England manager with a similarly audacious effort in the tenth minute but this version was high and ridiculously wide. Shortly after, Clichy showed the quickness we’ve known him for by intercepting a Huddlestone pass and setting off on a dangerous run. He opted to cross to Arshavin who shot straight at Gomes.

The next bit of action was at the other end as Keane played a lofted ball to Crouch who’s acrobatic attempt looked pretty silly. It was a move that could have ended up terribly wrong for us as Vermalen had been caught out of position. Clichy rightly remonstrated with his midfielders for not covering back quicker.

A Robin free kick in the 16th minute was effective but Gallas failed to make good contact. On 19, Diaby lost the ball for Bentley to hoof it to Crouch. He out-jumped Gallas with ease to nod down for the onrushing Keane. An excellent tackle from Song saved our skin as the Spurs captain strode towards goal.

Clean tackle! Clattenburg pointed for a goal-kick. WE’VE ONLY GOT ONE SONG…

A minute later, Clichy intercepted again. This time it was an errant Jenas pass. By then, Arshavin had been switching wings to good effect. He collected in midfield and raced into the Spurs box with gorgeous Ledley King trailing him. His shot was deflected by King to Cesc at the top of the 18. He hit it first time, low and to the right hand post. Gomes (who pulled off a candidate for Save of the Year vs. Portsmouth) did exceptionally well to palm our captain’s shot away and keep the score level.

He acknowledged the away section as they sang his name. Even Arry clapped. It was a good save.

It was developing into a fairly even game with us leading on points if it had been a boxing match. We weren’t fluid but we were creating chances. Notable however was how Spurs were playing long, hopeful crosses to either Crouch or Keane. Bentley crossed to Keane on 27. He headed wide. Arry had no plan B.

On 29, Arshavin fed Sagna down the right. He crossed. King intercepted to Assou-Ekotto. The fullback played the ball directly to Cesc. Cesc fed Robin but he totally muffed a right foot shot into Gomes’s side netting. An excellent chance to go ahead was wasted.

I began to feel a little restless. Bendtner pulled up lame with a groin pull on 33. On 35, Corluka was sprung down the wing – a wide open space because Bendtner was clearly unable to continue and Clichy had tucked in as per usual. The dangerous cross to the charging Crouch was dealt with by the excellent Vermaelen. Less than a minute later, Arshavin expertly made space for himself in the center of a triangle of white shirts. He received from Diaby, charged forward, shot and won a corner.

Bendtner was subbed by Eduardo on 37. On 38, Keane just barely missed a through ball after doing well to beat the offside trap. Wenger rose to his feet with a plea to his team to tighten up. On 40, Sagna fed Robin only for him to miss-hit his shot embarrassingly to Gomes from very close.

I was beginning to feel frustrated and wondered what the odds were on us scoring two before Half Time. Seriously, I thought that as I looked at the clock wind down. Well, on 42, Eduardo won a throw deep in Spurs territory. Sagna played to Cesc who gave it back. Sagna crossed to the near post. Robin beat King to the ball and volleyed a low shot past Gomes at the near post.

Arry and the away section didn’t applaud this time. The Emirates erupted. I felt better.

And then, right from the kick-off, Wilson Palacios lost the ball to Cesc Fabregas.

Wilson Palacios lost the ball to Cesc Fabregas.
Wilson Palacios lost the ball to Cesc Fabregas.
Wilson Palacios lost the ball to Cesc Fabregas.

Cesc would then leave an indelible mark on the history of our rivalry with Tottenham Hotspur. Our captain ran by no less than five Spurs players to shoot past Gomes, near post again. A classic goal! I felt much better.

Eat shit Spurs.

I cautioned my colleague that we still had 45 minutes to go. The Second Half started with a reminder from the announcer that Spurs came from 4-2 down last year to draw 4-4. After the recent let downs in Holland and at Upton Park, I expected the boys to do exactly what they did. We never let up yesterday. We were not naive about it but we continued looking for more goals. The balance was right.

On 50, Robin did well to smash a ball across the goalmouth. The ball went to an open Diaby. In the end, Bassong did well to block a well struck goal-bound shot. On 53, Eduardo was in with just Gomes to beat. The keeper made a good save to keep the score 2-0. On 54, Crouch and Keane nearly connected from a long ball headed down by the tallest player in the EPL.

Bale entered for Huddlestone on 56. On 58, Bentley peppered Almunia’s hands from a free kick at the edge of our 18. On 60, Essou-Ekotto slammed into Eduardo from behind. Sagna received the errant ball and looked behind for a whistle but referee Mark Clattenberg allowed play to continue. Sagna crossed. Robin got a foot on the ball to beat King and Gomes.

At 3-0, all true Arsenal-loving, Spurs-hating inhabitants of the planet wanted more. The three points are fine but the objective was to remind everyone that Spurs are not Arsenal class.

Fitting that Keane would be subbed on 65. It was a chance for the depth advantage he claimed was in Spurs favor to make a difference. Instead, Eduardo was sprung again by Cesc. His effort went around Gomes but also around the post.

Arsene’s passion showed through on 68 when he slammed his suit jacket down on his seat. Apparently he was frustrated for not being able to communicate with his team. “I could not communicate with my players because of the noise in the stadium. I am not used to that.”


There were few Spurs efforts of note in the remaining 20 minutes. Arsenal chances fell to Eduardo and Diaby. It was good to see that we kept our concentration level high until the end. Arry had no answer for our three-goal lead. He continued with the same tactic of pumping balls up the field to beanpole Crouch. Surely their injured/suspended midgets would have made a difference but that is not our concern. We play what’s in front of us.

Redknapp and Keane talked about being a match for us and strength in depth. I didn’t see that yesterday. I saw Keane subbed by an ineffective Pavlyuchenko and Arry seated with a very unhappy look on his face. The gap between the two sides remains. Some might say it grew wider yesterday. For the record, I hope the midgets are fit next time we play them.

The Taste of Blood

I want to see the SCUM obliterated tomorrow. I want them to be put in their place. I want them murdered on the pitch.

Almost exactly a year ago, we all witnessed one of the most sickening matches in recent history. While we can still rightfully claimed that they had not beaten us in ten years, it sure felt something like it. Certainly a loss would have been even worse, but that was bad enough.

That game singlehandedly stunted Gael Clichy and our Premier League season. We went into a vicious tail spin that made people wonder if Aston Villa was going to finish above us.

And one year on, a lot has changed.

Tottenham were on the verge of crumbling, but that draw saw their fortunes take an upturn and Harry Redknapp be proclaimed a savior. Now, they are seen as candidates to overtake us for one of the top four places in the Premier League.

Things have changed for us as well. We steadied the ship. Players like Alex Song have established themselves. We bought Arshavin and Thomas Vermaelen.

But the last two weeks were subtle reminders of the match from a year ago, and that kind of stuff must be stamped out of our team.

Three days ago, our Reserve/Youth team held onto a 2-1 lead against Liverpool and finished them off. What the youngsters know, the senior side must recognize.

Over the past week, I’ve had the misfortune of reading crap quotes from Redknapp and Robbie Keane. The media has gone into overdrive, because they think a sea change may happen. To which, Wenger merely said that once Tottenham achieved the type of consistency we’ve had over the past twelve years, we’ll talk.

Last year, we went into the North London Derby expecting three points and bury Tottenham six feet deep. We did not.

This year, we go into the derby with vivid memories from last year in our heads. This year, we’re in the thick of a title race that looks incredibly open. Arshavin, who has a tendency to drift out of small games, will be up for it tomorrow, knowing that God placed him in our squad instead of theirs. And Thomas Vermaelen is furious that we’ve thrown away points in the past two weeks.

On Halloween, our fangs are out and we seek Scum blood.

Slaughter the Right People

I had no intention of bringing up Emmanuel Adebayor in any way ever again. He’s dead to me. However, when he was let off the hook based on the “extreme provocation” by the Arsenal fans, I feel a duty to defend our cluster of fans who were there that day.

I have been extremely critical of Arsenal fans in the past. I think the fact that the Emirates empties out before matches conclude is utterly disgraceful. I think their treatment of certain players goes beyond what would be construed as constructive criticism. I don’t mean just the fans who attend matches at the Emirates, I mean the armchair managers at pubs also.

But, I have nothing negative to say about our away support. They are die-hard Gooners who understand the difference between slaughtering a player and supporting a player. In fact, I’m dead certain that they are the ones who have backed Adebayor and Eboue during their low ebbs with our club.

These fans have been pointed to as the mitigating factor for the favorable decision going Manchester City’s way. There have been reports that these fans have chanted racist songs at Adebayor. Some have even suggested that they threw bananas at Adebayor, a claim also falsely channeled by El Hadji Diouf at Everton fans. I wasn’t at the ground obviously, but I’ve read that these things are simply untrue. They gave Adebayor stick, but wouldn’t you be tempted to as well if you had read all the things that Adebayor had said about our club after he left us. Now, there is no way to really condone the things that some fans did when he celebrated in front of us, but that has to be understood within the context.

You have people like Harry Redknapp saying that Adebayor was justified in giving us the stick back. He claims that if we racially abused him, Adebayor was just giving it back. A bit rich from Redknapp considering it was the Scum who originated the Elephant Chant about Adebayor. Redknapp also slates Tevez for not celebrating against West Ham claiming that Tevez has no history with West Ham so what does it matter. Well, for the record, Tevez was voted Player of the Year by the West Ham fans that year and remains a cult hero for helping stave off relegation that year. I guess that’s no history, huh Harry? You’re just bitter because your nephew gets rightly slaughtered every time they play against Chelsea.

Our fans have been targeted as some fierce provocateurs, while the West Ham and Millwall incident goes largely ignored. Our fans are hardly what you would call “hard.” And for that reason, I have to stand up and say that they’re not worthy of such criticism.

Which leads me to Sam Allardyce, the classless walrus who masquerades as a mastermind.

All sorts of people gave Arsene Wenger praise yesterday. Ranging from promising managers like Roberto Martinez and old war veterans like Neil Warnock, the endorsements came flooding in.

Cue Sam Allardyce talking about how it is some sort of an achievement considering that Wenger has stayed manager for 13 years. It was hardly a ringing endorsement, although the English media said Allardyce was praising Wenger. That was mixed with comments about how he knows how to get at our team and that mutual respect was as far as it went with our manager. Even Allardyce’s mentor, Sir Alex Ferguson, now admits what a visionary our manager is. In fact, I wonder if Allardyce would even know what ProZone was without Wenger’s presence in the Premier League.

To all this, I’ll just point out the following:

– Allardyce seems to think that his teams can get results against our team. Well, look deeper and apart from a couple of draws and a defeat, it’s largely untrue. Largely helped by a gifted player in Nicolas Anelka, he’s just taking the piss if he thinks he knows how to stop our team from scoring.

– Since he left for Newcastle, his reputation has largely diminished. He’s a failure, plain and simple. There are those that suggest he should have garnered the England job over Steve McClaren. He failed too, but look what he’s doing now opposed to what Allardyce is trying to replicate at Blackburn.

– This Blackburn team is far different from his earlier Bolton sides. He lacks the ideal target man for his primitive offensive schemes, and he lacks the hard men in midfield to keep things tidy. He thinks he’s unearthed the next Patrick Vieira in N’Zonzi, but to that, most would ask, “WHO?”

I hate Sam Allardyce. He’s a petty, worthless man who has brought nothing to the English game.

On Arsene’s 13th anniversary, I would love to see Allardyce reduced to a footnote in Wenger’s illustrious history with our beloved Arsenal.


After winning the FA Cup, Harry Redknapp left Portsmouth in the middle of the season. They promoted Tony Adams as the gaffer, but he didn’t have much of a chance after selling key players. Adams was soon sacked, and Paul Hart barely kept them in the Premier League.

This year, it doesn’t seem like they have much of a chance. Relegation seems likely, and Harry Redknapp has proceeded to buy back every player that he acquired for Portsmouth. I suppose that’s natural, but he’s singlehandedly helping to relegate Portsmouth. A nice reward considering that he abandoned them just a few years ago, before coming back on a white horse as the savior.

Last year, we started the season against West Brom. We won 1-0 with a debut goal from Samir Nasri (get well soon!). The following game we lost 1-0 to Fulham courtesy of a solo goal from a set piece by Hangeland.

In other words, this should be the main motivational tool that our players need to use in order to pump them up. I don’t think they need to resort to tactics like this though, since they seem both more mature and motivated enough.

But then again, Portsmouth are no Fulham.

Just like Harry Redknapp is no Arsene Wenger.

Harry Redknapp was born a Gooner and turned into a scum. Arsene Wenger was born a Frenchman and became an Arsenal legend.