Good day to you.
A great, not unexpected, win yesterday.
The Arsenal Football Machine (luxury version) rolls on. As you may know, I was not able to watch the game as was holed up in a little place in WC2 eating fish. Happy text updates from Uncle Jay, delivered directly to my ageing mobile, cheered the already joyous occasion, although it can be tricky to read a text message through splatterings of mariniere sauce, with a split screen. A new phone is needed.
I have now watched the match. Slightly one-sided, don't you think?. If it hadn't been for Ali Al Ali Ali-Habsi in goal for Wigan this would have been a cricket score. We simply tore them apart. Fabregas had an outstanding game, no, scratch that, brilliant. Walcott is getting better every time I see him, although his decision making still perplexes me. Nasri was, as you expect, as good as ever and let's not forget about Song and Wilshere. On it's day, it is a stunning midfield, full of effort, skill, and the sheer sublime.
The centre halves, it has to be said, are not really worth mentioning here, they had little to do.Clichy did well enough and Sagna carried on his rich vein of form and looks back to his best. Welcome back, chipolata head.
To Mr Van Persie. Three goals, hits the post, misses a penalty - although I suspect if it had been on target Al Habsi would have caught it with his arse. The first, a lovely left foot finish from a fine through ball from Song. His second, a left foot volley from a world class pinged ball from Fabregas and his third a sweeping finish with his right (yes) after good hold up play from Theo. Take the match ball home with you, sit down and enjoy a Heineken. Just the one, mind.
Wrap this man in cotton wool, Monsieur. Please God, let's keep him fit. He's now bang on form after so many injuries and setbacks, and that's why we've been so patient with him, because at his best, he's brilliant. Sheer class.
Momentum - Impetus of a physical object in motion...
Leeds - beaten. Wigan - stuffed. Ipswich? Huddersfield? After that we have Everton (h), Newcastle (a) and Wolves at home. On this form they should all be swept aside. Let's not let up. Put them to the sword. Smash them. Smash them all. Into tiny little footbally bits. Keep winning, keep the momentum going, because next up it's Barcelona, and one the back of five wins in a row (why not?) we can beat them.
Onwards, my Arsenal chums. Onwards.
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