Happy Monday to you all. Yesterday was Sunday, which for me was significant in that I didn’t actually see the sunlight at all. I went to bed at six thirty and woke up at five, feeling really rather peculiar.
Most of the Arsenal coverage this morning lurches, predictably, back to the ‘doom and gloom’ setting after a brief interlude to spread joy and light after the united victory. Suffice it to say most of it’s beyond rubbish. Whatever people might say, our season is very far from ‘over’. Aside from the Champions League and domestic cups, in which we’ve so far looked pretty convincing, in no sense have we lost the league. And Arsenal fans with even very slight memories might remember a few seasons in which we’ve come back from weak starts, and a few more where we’ve started very strongly only to throw it away at the end…
Goonerholic has a piece about how Cesc should go home for a holiday. This intrigued me. Whilst he has looked a bit off the boil, so far I’ve thought this was as much to do with despair at the ineptitude of his teammates, and his lack of compatibility with Denison (at least compared to the Flamster). But perhaps he is just tired. I have now conjured in my head an image of Cesc trudging home to Barcelona, perhaps with his belongings wrapped in a handkerchief attached to a stick, before collapsing into the bosom of his mother and eating some jamon Serrano and drinking sangria. There’s then a montage of him doing Barcelona-like things like visiting the church and lifting logs in the snow, before returning refreshed and in time for the big game.
My imagination then continues to the big game, in which he repeatedly passes to Bendtner, who controls the ball with a typically grandiose first touch and then does a step over, falls over and watches the ball roll out for a goal kick. Cesc then starts pouring gasoline over himself like the guy in Airplane!
Hmmm. It’s very difficult to know what to say today. The lessons are essentially the same as they were before, and after, the united game. If I were the boss I’d certainly be tempted to mix it up a bit – perhaps give Ramzoid a start, or Carl, or change something at the back.
Dropping LeGal might put a rocket up a few arses but not, I fear, his own. He sometimes gives the impression of being too thick to even realise things like that – he’d probably think that being dropped was some sort of special prize. It’s also unclear who would be stronger. Toure and Silvestre? Djourou in there somewhere? Who knows. Should be an interesting week, anyway.
For anyone feeling a bit sad about Arsenal, this should cheer you up a bit. I honestly believe my family could have died in an impending nuclear holocaust and it would still make me chuckle. That is supposing, of course, that YouTube was still working right up to the last minute.
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