Fulham (a) – Profligate Attack, Fatigue & Refereeing Shambles
Gervinho is a player who I like a lot, he doesn't hide and he always puts us on the front foot. Quick, nibble and athletic but his lack of belief and conviction in the final third is hurting us. There never seems to be certainty in his final ball and especially his finishing. He finds himself in great positions in almost every game but his conversion rate is poor if he alone
Gotze & Hazard Stats & Killing Youngsters
Your Vision – Wading in the Arse Water
Liverpool came and went, then the Udinese return. Yet still I was in the midst of this out-of-body experience. Even the Man Utd game, which should have left me feeling like I'd spent a night dressed as a sow in the woods of Deliverance, couldn't raise me. It was a waking slumber from which I could not awake, no matter how many street parties they had on the streets of Guildford
Jack’s absence could put Wenger’s plans on hold & International recovery
The feel-good (feel-better?) factor restored
3 (T-H-R-E-E) Important Reasons Why Our Squad Needs Signings
Your Vision – Is Wenger holding the club back?
It winds me right up that after two and a half months, Arsenal still haven't achieved anything in improving their weaknesses and there's an obvious solution staring them in the face at Blackburn. I'm not saying that Samba will be a guarenteed success and that Arsenal will be invincible if they sign him but, in my opinion, he would improve Arsenal. And now Tottenham have supposedly made a bid for him. If they are to over-take us in the near future it will be because of things like this. Wenger sitting with his thumb up his arse while Arsenal's rivals buy players and, as a result, get better than them
Mata the Matador Shops at Matalan OR The Benefit of Losing Cesc
Some fans are excited about the prospect of Fabregas and Mata playing together but I have to agree with those who believe that the two are, in basic terms, mutually exclusive. It is unlikely we will spend £20m on Mata without selling Fabregas first which is a crying, wailing, please-stop-screaming-because-it’s-four-in-the-morning-and-I-need-some-sleep-before-work shame. Not only because they would have made a tasty Spanish omelette of a pair on the pitch together but also because I can’t help feeling