£60 million available to spend, Monday morning blues and the Spurs comparison.

Morning, gorgeous. Yesterday I delved into the assortment of blogs out there to gauge reaction. Where there is often furiously divided opinion, instead, I saw an almost unanimous agreement with one thing; Arsene Wenger is treading on some seriously thin ice. Curiously, a great number of folks seem happily resigned…

Stephane, Per, Gervinho, Thomas and Monday morning blues.

Dear diary, Is it wrong of my to covet the advances of an older man? Le-Yu Wong may be an 83-year-old retired general in the Vietnamese army, his family may fear I wish only to exploit him for his vast fortune accrued smuggling heroin into America, but I believe our…

Kieran, Thomas, Per, Alex, Laurent, Thierry, Robin, Bendtner’s ego and Sunderland.

Saturday morning greetings to you, dedicated and enlightened reader. The fixtures are about to start coming thick and fast. January’s faltering and poor set of results showed that there are still glaring weaknesses in the squad that are easily exploited, but the resurgence of recent weeks has given me a…

Interminable f**king Redknapp dross, a bit of blathering and not a great deal else.

Good morning to you, beloved souls. Welcome to today’s post – and the now-regular time of 9am everyday. I put a naughty word in the title; I hope the news aggregators don’t tell me off. They can be strict and acerbic, them folks. I sometimes wonder how my posts are…

Eden Hazard, “Ox Mania” and dancing in the streets of Britain.

Morning salutations to you, wondrously loyal reader. I always find that without any midweek football of note involving Arsenal, I struggle with Thursdays when I’m writing. Sunderland and Middlesborough will, in all likelihood, play out a poorly-attended snore-fest tonight for the right to host Arsenal in the next round of…

I believe 4th place is achievable, McCarthy speaks out and Arsene’s misleading £15-20m quotes.

I extend to you the fairest of morning greetings, splendid peruser of my bloggedy blog. Yesterday, there was a barrage of news. Today, that information overload has been replaced by a steady, slightly dreary, dribble; a dribble of nothing in-particular; much like the career of Alex Hleb. After Frimpong’s sad…

Frimpong, Rosicky, Park, Wenger, Bould and Henry. News, news and more news…

Good morning to you, my dearest faithful. There has been quite the bonanza of news in the past 24 hours. Ordinarily, I’d find myself scouring the interweb in search of something vaguely interesting and pertinent to waffle about. Today the stories haven’t stopped coming. The dreaded ‘Arsenal injury curse’ has…

Robin off to Barca (yawn)? and the Gervinho selection dilemma.

Morning, crazy cats. As I type (I’m writing this the night before) the Superbowl is playing in the background. Someone’s winning 9-0, there’s an obscene amount of razzmatazz and spectacle and I’ve utterly no fucking idea what’s going on. Instances such as this make me glad I follow proper football;…