of a 1-all draw.

Here’s my thoughts on yesterday’s game at the Arse, in no particular order (pretty much how all my thoughts go, as my wife would say).

1. Before the game I’d have bitten your arm off for a draw.

2. I gave us the same odds of victory as I’d give the Dagenham Girls Choir in a battle against ISIS.

3. Its generally upsetting to draw after taking the lead but in the circumstances, that didn’t count as ‘general’.

4. 3 of their best players limped off injured, though no fault of Spurs, I hasten to add, just the innate fragility of every player Arsenal ever sign. I say ‘good’, or even ‘damage limitation’ as far as we were concerned. If half their players last up to Xmas before being ‘out for the season’ Wenger thinks he’s doing well. Then spends the rest of the season bemoaning his lack of options. Having refused to buy anyone when the opportunity was there.

5. Its all very well having 98% of possession (or thereabouts) but if it doesn’t translate into goals then its a repeat of the usual Arsenal malaise of ‘chronic overplaying’. Or ‘on-field masturbation’ as more befits a buch of wankers.

6. Every Spurs fan felt the draw was a ‘win’. Every Arsenal fan felt it a tragic loss. Which, bearing in mind recent form, home advantage and the price of property in Walthamstow, was pretty much right.

7. Arsenal have for many years, since the departure of Keown, Adams et al, been a bit fluffy, a touch delicate, lacking muscle. They’d be great at London fashion week, but in football? As exemplified by Mertersacker (6 foot 6) being flattened by Aaron Lennon (5 foot 6).

8. Only Arsenal players, fans and management are fit to decide what ‘time wasting’ is. If they do it, and ALL teams do it, its part of the game, then its fine. If anyone else does it, its disgraceful, cheating and has Wenger hurling Evian bottles around the place.

So 1-1 at the Emirates was sufficient to have Rachie and me running round the tv high-fiving by the final whistle.

One more Tory has defected to UKIP where in all likelihood he will end his political career. He’s Reckless. No, that’s not a misprint that’s his name, Mark Reckless. Big upset for the Conservatives on the eve of their conference, big coup for Farage’s neo-nazis. Yet even that takes back stage to Brooks Newmark. Obviously an American with a name like that, he was Minister for Charities until his resignation yesterday. He got involved with a ‘blond gorgeous, GSOH, non-smoker, babe’ on the internet, who was in fact a male news reporter, and as their ‘relationship’ grew in stature and promise, Brooks did what all good, Christian, happily married fathers of 5 kids would do, and sent ‘her’ a nob-selfie. That’s what results from a rush of blood to somewhere other than your head and you decide to make it public. Though his original intention wasn’t perhaps to make it quite as public as ended up being the case.

The above picture is of another Conservative penis.

Happy Sunday.

A xxxx