Are you familiar with the feeling, upon waking, of considering one state of affairs to be the case, and then remembering that indeed things are much better than was first considered? For those of you who toil, I would imagine that this sensation would be encapsulated by rousing oneself for
Watching Arsenal in the Champions League is a maddening, almost hallucinogenic experience. When you wrench your knuckles free from your teeth and remove the caps lock, it’s almost amusing. If you support any team other than Arsenal, there is surely no ‘almost’ about it. That a group of demonstratively capable
While Theo Walcott and Olivier Giroud continue to battle for the centre-forward spot, it was Alexis Sanchez who stole the show. His hat-trick in the 5-2 win over Leicester City was book-ended by goals from Arsenal’s two other striking options – Walcott sliding the ball home to equalise early on
Back in the 40s, we decided here at Gentleman Towers to undertake some minor home improvements. When I say ‘we’ I mean Mrs. Gent decided to undertake some improvements; my only involvement was to sign the cheque. And when I say ‘minor’, I mean we built a new wing. The
I began attending live football in 1992, at the outset of football’s gradual chrysalis into gentrification. I only visited Highbury once before it became an all seater stadium and that brief sojourn was spent safely cocooned in the family enclosure. (A 1-1 draw with Leeds United in March 1992 since
I bid you good day from a grey and drizzly London. As I stare across my library, ignoring the prostate bodies of debutantes and bright young things, the broken glasses, the spent opium pipes, the slumbering dancing girls, the bishops, the Lords and the prize stallion currently under the Regency
Arsenal’s striker situation has generated many column inches over recent weeks. The failure to find that centre forward dog in the window, multiplied by the Gunners’ early season struggles in front of goal have kept keyboards clacking with conjecture. Arsenal’s swift quiescence to Theo Walcott’s wage demands was a neon signpost
In the not too distant past, Arsene Wenger spoke about a striker he signed in his second season in charge at AS Monaco, the Argentine Ramon Diaz. In training, he would say Diaz was so focused on his finishing that “every time he missed a chance, he went absolutely mad.
Think upon the efforts of perhaps the greatest climber that has ever lived, Mr. Reinhold Messner. This chap was the first to conquer all 14 of our peaks of 26,000 feet or more – Everest, K2, Kangchenjunga, Lhotse, Makalu, Cho Oyu, Dhaulagiri I, Manaslu, Nanga Parbat, Annapurna I, Gasherbrum I,
‘Good’ afternoon. There have been many puzzling weeks in the history of Arsenal. There was the week that the first team were all given amphetamines before a match against West Ham. There was any week with Henry Norris, which involved dealings that today would no doubt be referred to as
As a contest – and perhaps as a spectacle even – Arsenal’s 1-0 win over Newcastle United ended when Aleksandar Mitrovic was sent-off on 16 minutes. It was an ugly challenge; an accident maybe, but lazy and entirely in keeping with the negligent tactics deployed by Newcastle on the day.
Well what a harum scarum 90 minutes that was against Mr. Rodgers’ Anfield Comedians, was it not? With both Lord Peregrine Meatlocker and Larry Costerley both out for the first time in three years it was up to young, eager but awful Indian Kanvar Kumar and our very own naked