Another week, another day closer to the end of this interminable Interlull.
With Everton coming up at the weekend we may find ourselves short at the back (What, even shorter than we are already? Haha – ed).
We know Capi Golightly is out of the French squad with a thigh strain and now there are injury worries over Johann Djourou who seems unlikely to play for Switzerland in midweek. This will leave us with just Toure and Sylvester for the centre-half position, although Alex Song can play there too. Still, a change is as good as a rest, or something, but Djourou, even at his tender age, does appear to be a bit injury prone, doesn’t he?
As well as that it seems Bacary Sagna is out of France’s game this week (thanks, Ollie). No idea how serious the problem is but it’d be just typical if it was discovered one of his legs was about to fall off.
Robin van Persie’s hamstring strain must have been quite mild indeed as he’s being considered for Holland’s game against Norway.
And Theo Walcott has called for England fans to be patient after his spectactular failure against Kazakhstan. After scoring a hat-trick against Croatia he managed a paltry no goals against Borat FC. Talk about a flash in the pan. Seriously, we should sell him. To Colchester. That’s how low his stock has fallen.
At least he’s not Ashley Cole though. Which is good. I remember meeting a man who was a Sp*rs fan who loved Phil Collins and every day he chewed chewing gum with his mouth open and his breath stank of garlic and Juicy Fruit and he was arrested for raping puppies and he was one of those people who would sit on a bus and play music from his mobile phone without using any headphones so all you got was this tinny racket and he always had crusted snot around his nose and he thought Tom Hanks was a great actor and Jeffrey Archer was a great writer and every time he’d talk bits of his garlic Juicy Fruit spit would come out and hit you in the eye and I remember thinking ‘Well, at least he’s not Ashley Cole’.
And that’s really about all there is in terms of Arsenal news. Not much I know. But I am merely the chef, if the ingredients aren’t up to scratch there’s not a lot I can do about it. Today’s ingredients have been soggy lettuce, a gone off strip of quick-fry beef and a potato with blight (which could cause me to emigrate at any moment). Speaking of moving I had a mad dream last night that I had moved back into my old apartment in Barcelona. Unfortunately I hadn’t told the landlord and was worried that after moving all the stuff in he wouldn’t rent the place to me.
Fortunately one of the moving men turned out to be a woman who was part of the Barcelona royal family (beats me – apparently she was working as a removal man just to prove to them she could make her way in the world) who took kindly to my offer of beer and promised to have her father, the king, sort things out with the landlord. Then I was riding down some steps on a quad bike and I nearly ran over a kid. Weird.
For those of you who have issues with this week’s Arsecast on iTunes please make sure you’re using the new and correct iTunes URL which is this one. There’s also a bit of an issue with the RSS file which I’ll try and get sorted later today, but in the meantime you can just download directly from Friday’s post.
Right, hopefully there’ll be more to talk about tomorrow. In the meantime you can amuse yourself in the warm brownosity of today’s Arses
