5 things my weekend brought with it: Flamini love and the Welsh Christ.

Morning, folks. The one saving grace of this time of year is football. Were it not for the romance of floodlit stadiums, chilly breath and warm cups of Bovril (I can’t stand Bovril…), emigration is something I would have considered a long time ago. I hate the cold. I don’t…

Arteta appeals, bigger tests to come and areas of mild concern.

Morning, delicious readers. It’s a lovely Monday. Here is Bristol we’ve had storms and other such crazy weather conditions. As I type, it sounds as if two teenage tornados are having sex on my roof, and both are particularly enthusiastic participants. At any moment, I fully expect either a whole…

Odds, sods, Bendtner, Viviano and Gooner pods.

Morning, you wonderful little so-and-sos. I could have given this post a naughty title. Nothing licentious, mind you – I refer to those hit-grabbing monstrosities that plauge the average news feed. Why would I consider such a thing? Well, the first edition of the Goonerspehre podcast is out and I’d…