An easy win over Huddersfield Town, that's what I thought. So, sit down and enjoy a full English. Piece of piss. Hmm. Not so.
Now, I'm not one to site here and type out a match report - I'm sure you all saw it, and if you didn't see it, you'll have read about it, and if you haven't read about it, then don't be looking here beacuse you won't find it. What you'll get is something a little like this -
The FA Cup hey? What could have been an embarassing draw was saved, once again, by the Captain's boot from a penalty five minutes from the end of a decent game. A deflected Bendtner strike after twenty minutes gave us just reward for our domination, although it must be said that Arshavin and young Nik could have, and should have had a couple each, as should Huddersfield.
Squillaci getting sent off? It was blatant and cynical. No argument there. Didn't really help, though, did it? Coupled with an unfortunate hamstring injury to Nasri, things weren't looking quite as bright as they should have been. Huddersfield duly equalized in the second half (didn't see that one coming) after a period of sustained pressure. Cue Fabregas to change the game. Cue Bendtner being taken out in the box by last man McCombe. Penalty? Yes. Red card? No. Unbelievable. Oh a yellow. Right. Inconsistent, yes, but that's how they are - unless you're Gary Neville, of course. It's happened. Get on with it.
And then a horrible thing happened. Cesc started going a little mental at the referee. Brandishing an imaginary card. I hate that. It's one of the many things in the game today that fucking riles me, and here's our Captain doing it. We know the fella should have gone, but he's booked him and it's done.You sent our boy off, now send him off, he's saying. No Cesc, just no. Stop it.
Cristiano Ronaldo does that. And as we all know, he is a cunt.
He bangs it in, it's two one, and that was that, really.
Nasri being out for four weeks or so is a massive blow. Player of the season so far by a mile. Wenger says he may bring some of the loan players back in as cover (JET and Lansbury), especially as Arshavin (who I thought had a better game yesterday - not least his Winterburn-esque challenge and always showing up for the ball) is still low on confidence and form. Denislon still never fails to unimpress me, that's not his fault, he's just not a great player. Eboue's still a lunatic who writhes around too much and gives the ball away, Diaby needs more games and Rosicky just looks ill. Like a little sickly boy.
Anyone else notice Joey Gudjonsson's barnet? I don't know what type of 'product' he puts on it, but it looks like either treacle, golden syrup or 'Wet Hair'. Whatever it is, it looks stupid, and he should get down the barbers as soon as, and get it sorted. Yuk.
Anyway, we won, we were in the hat for the fifth (unlike Tottneham who got thrashed at Fulham, yeah, I know, Fulham - year ends in one, my hole) and we pulled out Leyton Orient away. I'll take that thank you very much, indeed.
More after the Everton game. Come on you Reds. Oh, and Andy Carroll's worth thirty odd million quid is he? Really? Fuck me. It's madness.
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