Leeds 1-3 Arsenal. Your Dad is a wanker.

During the journey to the game I learnt the difference between a midget and a dwarf. After parking, we walked through a naughty boozer looking for a man that wouldn't answer his phone due to the fact he'd left it in his taxi. Things, indeed, were looking up.

I'll say one thing for Elland Road and its festering inhabitants. They make some noise. A lot of noise. Start strongly, Arsenal, and shut them up. And so it came to pass.

Five minutes in, and Samir Man of the Match Nasri danced through two defenders and coolly slotted home. Here is a young man playing with supreme confidence, Captain on the night, always ready to receive the ball, and seemingly always doing something useful with it.

I thought for the next half hour or so we completely dominated and controlled the game.  We fizzed a couple of dangerous balls across the box only for Arshavin and Bendtner to miss them both a la Paul G******e v Germany Euro '96. Another goal looked inevitable and it came from the unlikeliest of sources. Bacary Sagna with his beautiful hair fashioned of sausages pounced on a loose clearance and rifled in a shot that almost took Kasper Schmeichel's arm off (his Dad was a keeper too - more of that later).

Then, as is our want, we began to switch off a little. What seemed to me a blatant pull of the shirt in front of the assistant referee (linesman in old money) on Arshavin was kindly rewarded when the ball made its way to Bradley Johnson who cracked one in from ooh, thirty yards into the far right hand corner. Typical FA cup goal. Cue noise. Cue half time.

A cup of coffee and a meat and potato pie later,  Leeds set out to press us back into our own half. We struggled to get the ball out of our own half at times, and as a nod to Leeds' efforts, Van Persie and Fabregas were bought on for Arshavin and Chamakh to shake things up a little.

A Cesc free kick went close, and then a lovely cross from Bendtner (playing out of position - thought he did alright) was met with Van Persie's bonce to effectively end the game. Three thousand Gooners jumped up and down and rattled their rattles whilst throwing their caps in the air. Good old Arsenal. Huzzah!

I would write more about how Leeds performed, how they're a big team still, how they should make the play-offs etc, but frankly I can't be fucked. Like I said, I hate Leeds. So their own bloggers can do that.

The spirit and determination that was sadly lacking at Portman Road was evident here, and it had to be. Hopefully, this win will give us a little more momentum for the home games against Wigan, Ipswich and now Huddersfield. Onwards, boys, onwards.


Kasper Schmeichel must merit another mention for two things. His stunning save from Chamakh's downward header and his Dad being a wanker. You must have heard it...

A special mention must also go to Andrei Arshavin who managed to clear the stand with a shot from fifteen yards out. This tiny man needs a goal. The ball can be found somewhere here -