Its a funny ole game. Thus spake Jimmy Greaves. Football! Phah!!

And what about pressure? That’s a funny ole thing too. And we went to West Ham with lofty aspirations and dreams of untold wonderness and we fucking blew it. Having beaten a host of teams that no-one expected us to, we played a game we should have won and failed to even turn up in any significant way.

That normally would have made me want to hit someone. As many someones as I could find. Which would have been Mel really as we were at home nursing her cold when the tragic news arrived. I could have gone out and hit someone else. Murdered a cat. Punched a brick wall.

But I didn’t. I resisted. I controlled myself. I was calm.

And I’d love to say its because of a new-found maturity, or spirituality, some yoga maybe, getting in touch with my yin and yang and moderating my psyche. But I’d be lying. The only reason I was ok was that Arsenal lost too. God bless Swansea. Especially that player who wrestled Mezut Ozil to the ground with two hands round his neck and a knife in his back, which was not given as a foul by the ref and the Swans subsequently scored as the Arsenal players stood around waiting for a free kick. Arsene Wenger’s training session today should start with the words: PLAY TO THE FUCKING WHISTLE!!!!

They didn’t. And Wenger of course blamed the referee for the team’s loss. Boring boring Arsene. Plus ca change. As they say in Upton Park.

A massed, collective sigh, emanating from the greater Leicester area could be heard a hundred miles away as it crept down the M1 to my house.

So now we await Saturday and see which teams turn up.

Adam Johnson’s going darn. Prison time for the sex offender. What a tosser of immense proportions.

And Julie Vangenberg is understandably pissed off at being constantly referred to as a ‘WAG’, as being Nicklas Bendtner’s girlfriend. She’s an actress. She has her own career. Doesn’t need to be associated with the self-proclaimed ‘best striker in the world’ even though when he proclaimed that, my late mother had scored more goals than he had. Instead, Bendtner should be referred to as the boyfriend of a lesbian vampire (her latest role). I love a worthless Dane.

Happy sodding Thursday

A xxxx