Mustafi pleased to celebrate with Alexis (via @Arsenal insta)
This time last year, we were tearfully licking our wounds after being spanked by Palace in the same fixture. This year, we’re not licking any, instead, we are banging our chests at the rebirth of an Arsenal side that on their day can easily, most certainly, sometimes, win games. Confidence inspiring, right?
I have to say, the starting line up didn’t fill me with excitement. We had Chambers in the back three, Kolasinac and Bellerin as wingbacks, and we’d stuck with Xhaka and Jack in the middle with the standard offering up top. I was wrong to worry. Some of the football in the opening 45 was sublime. The interplay between Xhaka, Jack, Ozil, Lacazette and Sanchez was an absolute joy to watch.
via @Arsenal Instagram
Bloody hell, you know Arsene is hurt when he starts with his amateur assessments of the ills of society, not so subtly disguised as giant flying kippers to the faces of anyone who has dared have an opinion on his expertise. This December, he’s trying to draw parallels to Michael Gove’s embarrassing attack on ‘experts’ and his own rapid decline in popularity amongst fans.
“What has changed, is the society.”
I had. The best Indian. Of all time. Last night. Honestly, there’s nothing finer than standard UK Indian. Leave off with your fancy bacon naan’s and your Chef’s Table attempts at lifting the standards. Just get me down the local, any one of them, and serve me up exactly what I’ve been ordering for 20 years. 2 poppadoms, a non-descript meat madras, onion bhajis, saag paneer and f*cking massive Cobra.
Doesn’t take long to slip back into full-on Ray Parlour mode.