It’s a late blog because I have what can only reasonably be described as a TV hangover, after I decided the best thing I could do with my day yesterday was to watch twelve episodes of the West Wing in a row. Eventually I dreamt that I was assassinated, but it was ok because I could just reset myself. Most peculiar.
Wigan today. Can’t really lose. I mean I’ve said that before, and it’s not worked, but we really can’t lose this one. If the players can somehow Derren Brown themselves into trying even half as hard as they did against Chelsea then we’ll dominate. If, if, if…
In squad news it looks as though Djourou will start, which is good. I do like a bit of Djourou. Despite his own goal thing, he makes me feel unspeakably relaxed in a way that Silvestre never shall. I haven’t had the same feeling of security since we parted (perhaps only temporarily) with our World Class Centre Half Phil Senderos, for whom I retain a peculiarly large soft spot.
In keeping with my spirit of optimism, I’m backing us to win easily today. Consequently my attentions turn to other issues, such as:
People I would like to score today:
1) Cesc. Wouldn’t it be nice?
2) RvP. Because he can continue his rich vein of form.
3) Carlos Vela. Because it will permit the ‘Vela-ela-ela’ song to develop apace.
4) Almunia. Sure.
Anyway, we shall see. Come on the boys.
P.S. I have decided to extend the Sagna competition until the entries heat up. I’ve been very disappointed so far with the imaginative qualities of the responses.
Tags: Arsenal, Arsene Wenger, johann djourou, wigan
December 6th, 2008 at 3:18 pm
My songs, to the tune of my old man’s a dustman.
Ashley Cole’s a wanker,
he fucked off to Chelsea,
But we don’t really care
‘Cos we’ve got Gael Clichy.
And
Cheryl is a slapper,
She takes it in the ass,
And when she’s shagging Ashley,
She thinks of Fabregas.