The Mad Parson

A few footballing thoughts to get you through (what is in the American South) a rainy Friday and on toward a beautiful Sunday three pointer:

Andrei Arshavin, almost (choke, cough, gag) a Sp*r, is now a media darling.

Mark Lawrence thinks we beat the Hammers 2-0. Has he not seen our goalie? Has he not seen our attack? The scoreline will be 4-1, says me. Here’s the match up.

It’s only October, and already we’re being linked with players. I thought we were misers? When did that change?

Stan Kroenke comes closer to takeover; says nothing. Smash the Uzbeki pinko, Stan! A new Cold War with a different Arsenal. Heh.

And, last but not colloquially least, our boss thinks he’ll be around for another decade. Well, I hope he is. Because he said he wants trophies. And so do I.