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There’s not much of a defence to explain… not much of a defence
“LISTEN Chuckles, do you know who I am?”, I coolly told the bouncer down the Rollerink Ritzy in Gants Hill on Saturday night, thinking an out-of-date picture byline in north London’s finest newspaper was as good as a queue-jump pass straight into the VIP area. “Yeah, you are the guy who writes all that rubbish about Arsenal being great then disappears from the back page when they get thumped by Man United,” grunted the doorman. “Now fudge off”. Don’t worry, Ledley, it doesn’t work for me either – but just see how things change when the Daily Mirror finally hires me as a 3AM Girl. Any day now...
Sharp-eyed readers noticed I had no words to explain Arsenal’s humbling Champions League exit to Man United. I haven’t got much of a defence to the similarly heavy league defeat to Chelsea on Sunday either.
I could rant on about how Chelsea have unsportingly bought their whole team with mega-millions, throw tantrums in which they swear at little kids watching on TV and have suddenly amassed a fan base that nobody remembers in their wilderness years. But you read all that in the last 40 columns...
It was fun mocking those awful bad losers Didier Drogba and Michael Ballack and Ashley Cole – who still hasn’t won anything major since leaving the team he supported as a child – until their team ran riot at the Emirates. Roll on next season.
Arsenal are struggling.
The wheels are coming off as fast as Nicklas Bendtner’s belt. Another defeat against United on Saturday and their trousers will be round their ankles in tribute to the king of the squander’s boozed-up strip show for the paparazzi last week.
On Sunday, as the Gooners crumbled at home to Chelsea, Abou Diaby was subjected to more vitriol than all but Ashley Cole, and Didier Drogba was playing. It’s true that he had a shocker, attempting to recreate Philippe Senderos’s masterful brand of slow-motion football a bit higher up the pitch, but clearly another fruitless season is sapping the fans’ patience. Public opinion suggests that the Mad Professor Wenger has gone too far and a massive, expensive overhaul is in order, much like every season at a wonderful club up the road.
Unfortunately, this wonderful club made the papers this week for the wrong reasons as well, with Ledley King managing to destroy his reputation of professionalism almost as fast as his knee swells up.
After yet another good performance against Everton, King decided to flood his Ferrari of a body with diesel, to use Redknapp’s analogy. The punishment of a season of sobriety for the whole squad has no doubt made King even more of an outcast than his constant insistence on swimming rather than training. Straighten out Ledley and get that Ferrari in the pool. |
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