february 4th
As the second half began I said to my missus ‘I bet Reyes scores’. And by God I was right. Unfortunately his perfectly placed toe-poke was at the wrong end and wrapped up the tie for Boro. Oh well. These things happen and I’m sure nobody is going to make him feel bad about it. It was probably not exactly the full debut he’d have dreamed of, but he’s got plenty of time to show us what he can do. According to Arsene Wenger he was ill all night before the game it was only a last minute decision to play him.
Postives from the game – Ashley Cole, Patrick Vieira who was back to his imperious best, Edu was fantastic again (what more does he have to do to win a place in the first first team ahead of Gilberto?), another very promising performance from Graham Stack that must surely leave Stuart Taylor’s position as first choice number 2 up for grabs, and Quincy clattering the walking, lumpy headed, spleen faced cunt that is Danny Mills. The other big positive is that we don’t have to play Boro again until next season. They may have beaten us in the Carling Cup, but hammering the fuckers three times in the competitions that matter is far more important. I’m glad to see back of them. Familiarity breeds more contempt, as they say.
I suppose the most saddest part of the evening was Martin Keown’s sending off (about which the boss had no complaints). It really does look as if his time is up now. He was all over the place really and although the contact with pastaman was pretty minimal, the ref had no choice but to show him the red card. It’s such a shame when players who have served us so well over the years reach the end of their Arsenal careers, but I think the only way we’re going to see any more of him this season is in the event of injury and/or suspension to Kolo, Sol and Cygan (who had one of those games, but hopefully that’s out of his system now). Also, Dermot Gallagher is to refereeing what Phil Collins is to music. Bald and fucking shit.
So that leaves a Bolton v Boro final. I hope they both lose, somehow.
Is it any wonder Liverpool are in the shit they’re in when Swiss goalkeeper Stephane Henchoz makes statements like this?
John Lydon, I salute you. Whether he was referring to the general public or Caahnt ‘n’ Dick is not important. It’s the thought that counts.
A week ago my mother arrived in Spain with a suitcase full of contraband sausages, black and white pudding, brown bread and bacon. Today she goes back to Ireland with a suitcase full of red wine, olives, artichoke hearts and other Spanish goodies. Bye mum.
