Learning

You know, there is one word which I think I have grown to really really detest.

And that is "learn". We should learn, lessons to be learnt, must learn, etc etc etc. Latest is Sagna. Yes, learn from mistakes, learn from defeats. But screw it. Learning is vastly over-rated. It's code for we didn't cut it. You're in 3rd grade. You can't ever learn fast enough to get to 6th. You are, or you aren't. Screw this learning nonsense. The time for learning is over, the time for doing is now.

Which...was actually what we've been saying for the last 2-3 seasons. (In different ways, maybe).

Oh well.

Maybe we should come up with a new term. New to football anyway, but rather established in educational settings: learning difficulties. Do we suffer from a particular learning difficulty? Just a bit slow? What?

Or do we just have a teacher stuck with outdated teaching techniques? One that allows us to express ourselves, do great work when it doesn't really matter, but always flunking the major exams? How do you "learn" not to do that?

Maybe what Sagna means is to have ourselves keep repeating: "I shall not flunk, I shall not flunk, I shall not flunk", and write it on the board as well. Maybe that's learning.

So. Enough of this learning crap.

A rather irate Arsewiping reader has been in touch, and he's asked why I did not make reference to a text conversation we had after the Chelski game.

I said I'd apologise. He asked if I'd be writing an obituary for the year.

So I've been thinking. Would it be an obituary? Maybe not quite yet. There's still the Carling Cup. Hooray! A few games in the Champions League. Hooray! The matter of a less irrelevant FA Cup. Hooray! And finishing above Manciti (and Spurs). Hooray!

Yes, we may have to consider an obituary for our league chances. But that's kinda moot, I fear. The table now already makes for scary reading. Level with West Brom, and another loss away from hanging round the likes of Wigan. Yikes.

Elsewhere, there news of Bobby Pires keeping fit at London Colney. Much like Sol. It's nice innit? Why not give the man a couple thousand quid a week, have him sit on the bench, and have a run out at a few Carling Cup, FA Cup and even Champions League games? Hey, anything that raises our spirits, man!