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| Sport of toffs beckons, after
Spurs’ weekend weakness |
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was fleeting, but on Saturday, smug Chelski fans replaced gormless
Gooners as the people I wouldn’t spend a penny trying to help
if they were on fire.
All that “it’s show easeee, it’s show easeee, at
the Lane,” nonsense. Well, glory hunters, it’s bound to
be easy when the referee sends off the one player in the Premiership
capable of wiping the smirk off trainee hairdresser’s model
John Terry’s mush.
 Bitter?
Well yes, because a moment of madness turned what was a spectacle
into the kind of encounter those non-firing Gunners are more used
to dishing up against the money bags.
According to Sasha Distel as my gran calls Jose since his captain
put him off going to the hairdressers completely, “we didn’t
want to beat them 4-0”. More like Michael Dawson didn’t
turn to jelly every time comedy goal merchant Didier Drogba drew
breath.
Still, at least Philippe might get a third crack of the whip now
Arsenal’s exciting foray into the transfer market is over.
Because while Jens is probably wetting himself at the arrival of
Mart Poom, and Mathieu is sweating over Hleb, Senderos only has
his mentor Pascal to unseat. And even Dean Richards could have managed
that.
 I
WAS wrong. A few weeks ago I told you all to forget about the cricket
and kick off the football season.
I would’ve stuck by those comments if Arsenal had been playing
at the weekend and we had been able to enjoy more of the polished
football that destroyed Fulham last week.
But this week all we got was Spurs playing Chelsea – enough
to turn anyone on to the toff’s sport.
 I
didn’t go to public school but, be honest, what would you rather
watch?
Tottenham Hotspur making up excuses for losing to Chelsea in a match
they would have lost with 10 men, eleven men or even fifteen men.
Or England skittling out the cocky, smug-faced backpacking-barmen
of Australia.
England’s cricketers have kept a steady, consistent team throughout
the Ashes.
Martin Jol should take note.
A bit like a kid who has left all his GCSE coursework to the last
minute, he was rushing around on Wednesday – the transfer deadline
– in a blind panic trying to sign anyone he could fool into
joining Spurs.
In the end, he had to crawl through the
Arsenal reject bin and sign Jermaine Jenas.
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