My, don’t I feel rough today? After I had between twenty-five and a million beers I got home and felt nostalgic for my childhood, so prepared myself a soft boiled egg and dipping soldiers, then ate it quietly on my own as I thought fondly of my youth.
Anyway, this now means that I can’t have that for breakfast, much as I’d like to, because I ate my last egg. Which is a pity, because right now I’d love to eat it quietly on my own and think fondly of the Arsenal of my youth.
But speaking of the youth of Arsenal, it has buggered itself, in the form of L’il Theo Walcott dislocating his shoulder and being out for three months. Three months! I’m sure that I’ve seen people in documentaries like Rambo dislocating their shoulders, popping them back in and then heading back to snog a girl and fight a war. The least Theo could do is pop it back in and head back in time to beat teams like Hull City.
Honestly. Theo? Why Theo? Why not Gallas, or Eh?boohim? Or Bendtner? Eh?boohim could be out for a thousand years and I wouldn’t worry, except that he might get bored with his Buckaroo and finally reveal What Arsene Did Last Summer. Not that I wouldn’t like to know What Arsene Did Last Summer, but I fear it might make for an awkward mid-season.
Anyway, in practical terms what Theo’s injury does is give us a bit of a headache in midfield. Without him on the right the boss has a few questions to answer, particularly since his width has been one of the best things about the team this season. One option would be to put Nasri on the right, though with Sammy playing so well on the left it seems a bit unlikely. In that scenario you could put Carl on the left, and give him a chance to start darting inside like Rob Pires. I wonder about his defensive qualities, though, especially with Gael not quite at the top of his game either. I expect Wenger will play it cautiously, and that we’ll see a lot of out of position Diaby, perhaps broken intermittently by inappropriate outbursts of Song.
Ach. I’m beginning to depress myself. If anyone’s got non-depressing ideas I’d love to hear them, particularly if they involve Young Jack Wilshere or the Ramzoid.
Aside from his headache, Arsene’s likely to be furious, as he never likes the timing of international matches like these anyway, and least of all when people leave the comforting bubblewrap of Arsenal and go and injure themselves horribly with their national teams. I mean what do they put in the water? Maybe someone was jealous of his trainers and barged into him before stealing his lunch money.
Le Grove has a depressing piece about the possible financial and ownership implications of another season without silverware, though I have to say I disagree with it. I think the fans are more patient than that, and also the small-stake shareholders he’s talking about, who might want to sell, were probably never in it for profit anyway but instead have shares to express their love for the club, however frustrating it might be sometimes… worth thinking about, still.
I don’t want to end on a depressing note, so here’s this from a couple of years ago… Still very funny, though it has a certain horrible hubris now. Much as it did in the original, I suppose.
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