Now I’m excited about football again. Now its getting a bit more ‘real’ out there. In the trenches. At the front line. Now the season’s well past its ‘start’, which lasts for at least 3 months, though I can’t work out why, then suddenly, WE’RE IN THE MIDDLE OF THE SEASON!!!! So now the points you get don’t go so far. No more 1 win, six places up the table. No sir. No longer. Now its gritty. And in the battle of grit… there’s nothing… errrr… grittier, than… (wish I hadn’t bothered with this annoying metaphor)… than something really gritty. Like Spurs! (Terrible). Or John Wayne.

Not particularly keen to take a day trip to Wolverhampton in the pouring rain yesterday, there was no way to watch the match live as Sky opted for other matches, BT don’t do Sundays (and I don’t do BT anyway) and Amazon Prime couldn’t deliver it. Therefore I’m going to have to make it all up. Which is better anyway because by all accounts we were quite lucky to survive a Wolves onslaught which lasted from our first goal in the 8th minute, to our second and winning one in the 91st. And that is grittier than the M1 in a snow storm. (I hate grit, wish I’d never mentioned it now).

But best of all is this. We are now just 3 points off Chelsea who currently sit in the most cherished, most desirable, most ‘sell your granny for a place there’ 4th place. When Morinho (jury’s still out, probably will be long after we’ve lifted both the league and the Champions League trophies) arrived we were in 14th place and shit. Now we’re in 5th and getting the job done. In touch with our inner grit-spreader. And we play Chelsea next week. Holy shit. The battle for 4th place. Which is significant even this early in the season.

And its possibly a good time to play Chelsea, as they struggle to find any form or consistency and lost yet another home game on Saturday to Bournemouth. Or possibly a bad time to play Chelsea because they’ll ‘bounce’ back. We’ll only know afterwards. Because then we have three ‘easy’ games. You know, easy games. The ones we generally lose or draw and the disappointment crushes us and sends us back to therapy until the FA Cup final. Easy. By which time we could be entrenched into 4th place.

I read that this morning. Hence the ‘chicken counting’ title today. Since when does potential have anything to do with outcome in football?

Arsenal meanwhile are a club in crisis. As were Spurs just a few short weeks ago. The difference being that our chairman cares and acted swiftly and decisively to rectify the problem, and there’s is a dithering deliberator who doesn’t seem to give a shit.

If you say the words M*zut Oz*l to Alexa, she sets fire to your kitchen. Bitch.

Happy Gritty Monday

A xxxx