Good morning. A very quick Sunday blog for you. The continued absence of any Arsenal news means it’s gonna be a short one.
There was Premier League action yesterday, and the evening game confirmed my belief that Newcastle are the most annoying football club on the planet. If they’re not out there committing, and getting away with, random acts of GBH, they’re being useless twats. 2-2 against Man City with the game in injury time, and of course they let in a late winner. Nice feet from Oscar Bobb, but still.
I think the most annoying thing was the 2-2 goal. Look, City are an excellent team, as we all know, and they are even better when Kevin de Bruyne is available, but the Newcastle goalkeeper should be made wear the cone of shame all week for his dismal effort at keeping that shot out. Then again, when your defence allows City 27 shots in a game, and you have just 27% possession at home, chances are you’re going to concede.
I suspect the clock is ticking for Eddie Howe. Sure, they have some injuries, but that hardly makes them unique. It’s now 6 defeats from their last 7 games, which is obviously something to enjoy … but City winning in the way they did is also irritating. The goodness of Newcastle’s sadness is offset by Pep being so, so happy. So happy you cannot believe how happy. There’s an inevitability about them which is kind of deflating. Their special vegetables kick in in the second half of the season too, so there’s probably more of this to come.
I suppose the good thing about the fake choirboy getting canned, if it happens, is that his gobby henchman will get the boot too. Jose Mourinho to Newcastle feels almost nailed on. It’d be like Satan setting up a nightclub and hiring Vlad the Impaler to run it. Perfect working symmetry.
“Tonight is 70s and 80s Italo Disco night … with DJ Sven the Stabber, and in the Blood Room we’ve got MC Lance to run you through with a giant pointy stick.”
Later on, there’s the potential for even more irritation when Man Utd host Sp*rs. This is a classic of the ‘I hope it ends 4-4 with 3 red cards, VAR controversy, a spate of hamstring and calf strains, and someone going off on a stretcher’ genre. Ideally it’d be one of the managers, but United are so bad this season I suspect the bad result will happen. We could also do with Everton not being garbage against Aston Villa, but with ol’ T-Rex arms in goal for them, I don’t hold out much hope of that.
I’m already getting vexed by it all, so I’m going to make a sausage sandwich. Enjoy your Sunday either way folks.
