Nice...

It's really been a nice weekend, hasn't it?

Nice hiding given to Bolton, nice little "exciting" game over at Goodison Park, great results for Spurs and Manciti, and even yesterday, we saw exactly how Pool are going to be real contenders for a Top 16 place this season. To be outplayed by Birmingham, and to be thankful for one point...that's gotta be a nice feeling for them Liverpudlians.

AND!

A bit further afield, the scoreline of the season so far has to be Barcelona 0 - Hercules 2.

I mean, shit. You can be Barca, you may have your Messis, and your Xavis, and your Iniestas. But f around with Hercules, and you're gonna get whipped and pummeled right up your own alley. Just sweet. Can't wait for the day Hercules comes playing in the Champions League. It's gonna make some nice print. Didn't know that Trezeguet's doing his bit for Hercules, but good for him.

There's a new name in town, and there's a new team I like: HERCULES!!

You know, I actually spent more than a few minutes watching Liverpool get largely humiliated at Birmingham. They're a sad bunch, yeah, but I'm glad I watched it. A lingering cinematic mystery's been solved as far as I'm concerned.

We've all watched Psycho right? Anthony Perkins/Norman Bates? Well, we all knew it was always Bates wearing his mother's wig, stabbing them lovely ladies in the shower right? Well. It wasn't. It never was. You know who it was?



It was that damn Glen Johnson. The hair. No doubt.

He's taken so long, he's still not gotten used to that damn ugly, dead animal on his head; he still fiddles with it every time the camera goes anywhere near him.

Pool fans, you know you're in shit when a cross-dressing Norman Bates is one of your better players.

While spending a few nice hours staring at the current league table, sniggering at the places where some people (like Liverpool) find themselves, I could not but help realise that there is after all, still one team above us. Chelski, yeah. Of course.

I know, there are many out there who are talking about how they're unstoppable, Championship material, etc. But heck. Have a look at their opening four fixtures: West Brom, Wigan, Stoke and West Ham.

Think about it: that's 16th, 17th, 19th and 20th in the table. How the hell did they get an opening draw like that? Yeah, I know Romano Bloodybitch works his magic in all the FA Cup draws, and Champions League draws, but that opening four games, real magic I tell you.

Next they have Blackpool - before Manciti and then us.

So.

I was reading this the other day too, and suddenly, Flamini's departure seems now to make perfect sense. It was never really about us, about how we treated him, about how we never started real negotiations on a new contract and wages - but about how bloody sneaky the dude was/is.

Kinda smart, and you kinda wonder why more people don't do it, i.e. play out your entire contract, leave on a free, and negotiate a bumper wage hike with your new employers who wouldn't have had to pay a dime in transfer fees, buy-out clauses, etc.

Brilliant.

Asshole.

Just imagine - not really regular starting 11 material in a piddling AC Milan, but the wages...

Final bits for today then: I was sitting down to watch Everton-Man U on Saturday, right, and being real Arsenal supporters now, my two junior representatives are going on about how bad Rooney is, etc etc etc. Then my little girl asks, "is he playing today, dad?"

"Er, no."

Pause.

Pause some more.

At last... "OK, that's good."

Phew. No "why, dad???"

There was no way I could've answered a "why" without lying...

Instead, my little boy says, "yeah, he's not very good these days anyway."

Exactly.

To all my Man U fans out there - my sympathies for having to explain to your little ones why Rooney was left out on Saturday.

If Rooney's your no. 1 player - then no sympathies, I'm afraid.

Fun-nee.

Cheerio. Till tomorrow, au revoir.

P.S. Allow me to share a moment of immense parental pride. For some weird reason, Mrs Arsewiper asked about Tony Adams (she asked if he was the alcoholic one, and if she had his name right) at the dinner table a couple of nights ago. Before I could say anything, my little girl says: "Yeah, he's a legend."

Indeed. The process is complete. The household is now 100% Arsenal.