Well, I ain't going to be reporting what exactly Fat arse Sam Allardyce and now Owen Coyle have been talking about. In sum, who the hell cares. They're Blackburn and Bolton. If they're pissed with Wenger, talking with their sphincter muscles, fine. We must be doing something right. I'd be seriously worried if Wenger was suddenly best friends with either one of them. Just go cry somewhere else.
You wanna know what's wrong with English football? Start looking at your managers. Classless buffoons.
Even the best British managers ain't English, come to think of it. David Moyes, Sir Alex, and I'd even include Alex McLeish. Hey, even Mark Hughes is Welsh. Thank god for Roy Hodgson eh? If not for him, you'd probably those two buffoons sitting on the top of the list of English managers in their own Premier League. (Is it not symptomatic and utterly poetic that Fat Sam is being talked about as a future England manager? Just brilliant).
Elsewhere, I hear that Sir Alex is thinking that Antonio Valencia could be back as early as February. Wow. That's quite something eh? Let's just see. That's like what? 5 months? It's taken Bent Nick probably six months, and his damn groin is still acting up. The boy has a break and it's only five months? Either (a) it's more like May, then February, or (b) he's made of something else, and our players are not. 50-50 likelihood of either, I'd say.
Well well well. It being a rather slow news day, methinks this is it. There's enough out there about what Wenger has said about Almunia (expected) and Cesc about mistakes (expected), so the only thing left for me to do is look forward to Saturday.
Bring 'em on!
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