Ridiculously early start this morning so this blog is very much wham, bam, thank you ma’am, but without the wham, bam or the polite thank yous.
Ahead of Chelsea we’ll be without Freddie Ljungberg and Tomas Rosicky, who seems to always get injured the minute he picks up a bit of form, is rated at 50-50. We have to hope he has a much fitter season next time around. Also, the Cesc article that Gunnerblog posted snippets from the other day is doing the rounds but then you’ve already seen it.
Arsene Wenger was fined Â£2500 and ‘severely censured’ for saying an official in the Carling Cup final lied. They keep fining him and censuring him, don’t they?
Patrick Vieira talks about Cuntley Cunt and says he was sorry to see him leave Arsenal. This is the same Patrick Vieira who allegedly texted Cole telling him not to accept anything less than Â£80,000 a week.
Ian Wright adds to a ridiculous story by Myles about Arsenal being in for Samuel Eto’o. Sure, he’d be a great signing but it is never going to happen. Eat my hat blah blah blah.
Nicky Hammond, Reading’s director of football, is an unlikely candidate for the Arsenal position. More from the Guardian here.
According to the Polish press we’re on the verge of signing goalkeeper Lukasz Fabianski from Legia Warsaw (thanks to Mac from that info).
Ok, Arsecast time.
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This week we welcome back the legend that is Perry Groves to the show, the Man in the Bar has a player history, we talk about the Chelsea game, Arsene Wenger Hawkins is there and there is absolutely no common theme to the thing at all. None. There’s also a bet of the week from Bluesq.com which involves William Gallas and Ashley Cole.
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And that’s that. Must dash. Catch you later.