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You can run but you can't hide in La-la land
 ARSENAL fans. Raise both hands. Cup them. Place over ears. And sing after me: "La la la la la la. Not listening. I can't hear you. La la la la."
It's the only way to deal with it. I had a great joke lined up about how Spurs fans were squinting their eyes on Thursday, imagining they were playing Inter Milan - when they were actually beating the blue and black stripes of Club  Brugge in a competition nobody cares about.
But it's futile. Even the bestest-ever Grimsby joke couldn't gloss over the fact that Arsenal got it wrong on Sunday. If you are going to row with West Ham, don't shove Alan Pardew over - go for Teddy. Get Teddy. He's the one we all want to see hit the deck. (For legal reasons, please note this is a light-hearted comment, not an actual call for anybody to biff him).
And if Tottenham have to win. Then let it be against Chelsea. And let it leave Ashley Cole on his bum. But let that be the end of it. La la la la la.
 I HEAR Richard Osley has been praying for Spurs to do a Grimsby in the Carling Cup; well he had to hang on to something after his team made numpties out of every Gooner in the land on Sunday.
 I can't decide what I loved more, my Spurs telling Jose to park his overpriced team bus in the space marked Losersâ or that circus at Upton Park.
Ooh, Arsene Winger flapping his handbag at Pards, Jens spilling his sippy cup over Teddy, the poor physio, bonkers goalie and lost-it manager romping on the turf like Celebrity Love Island rejects - and we thought Thierry moaning at his own fans for moaning was as daft as Arsenal could get.
But as funny as Gunners: Bad Losers Part 28 was, I preferred watching my Spurs show barely-selling author Ashley up for the duffer he is, the sub-so-bad-he-got-subbed bunging his blouse at the Not-so Special One and John Terry proved he isn't fit to skipper a dinghy, let alone a sinking ship like Chelski.
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