What a day. I’ve taken myself off Twitter. Since I’ve left, ALL the news has happened. I feel so disconnected. Naked almost. No one has called me a piss bucket for 3 days. Cold sweats. Must. Resist. The hell.
Firstly, Sam Allardyce was well and truly busted by a Fake Sheikh when sharing his views on how to game the transfer system. I can tell you for real, the Fake Sheikh involved was a concerned England fan who questioned whether the exBolton manager had the tactical and personal acumen to lead England to glory.
Good news to start the day, Francis Coquelin is going to be back in the game in three weeks time. Spectacular turnaround. I think the injury curse generally only happens with the British players. I mean, if Danny Welbeck was out for three weeks, you’d suggest Wenger go out and buy a new Striker in January. Not that it matters, we have plenty of options in the centre of the park.
I mean, if you’re honest, we’ll need injuries to keep players happy this season. Wenger isn’t exactly master of rotation at the best of times, what the hell he’s going to do when he has Aaron Ramsey back in the fold is beyond my blog pay grade.
Oh my, can you feel it? Yeah, it’s the feeling of #BigGameJoy. We don’t get it often, and it feels wild. The stench of smugness meant it was an elevator for one this morning. I really am enjoying the joy.