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Sunday, 20 March 2011

Premier League Review (Wk 30)

"Lucky old United" was the text my Arsenal mad mate, Sean, sent me yesterday at noon. Having just spent the previous 90 odd minutes jumping up and down, fucking and damning at the tv, I had to concur. Only a classic poacheresque goal from Berba saved our blushes. Truth is, United have had one of their less impressive seasons, however, if that little bit of luck holds out the title's in the bag.

"Boring, boring Arsenal" is what we used to shout at our Gunner mates when I was a lad; now this couldn't be farther from the truth - you just don't know what you're going to get from them. Against WBA: two down, two all, and could have nicked it all 3 points at the end. I've got a lot of respect for Mr Wenger's talent spotting and shrewd business sense in the transfer market, but even the most loyal of fans have got to be asking where the next bit of silverware's coming from. Old Mother Hubbard's dog would have had a right old mug on him if he'd had to wait 6 years.

Chelsea getting back into their stride after beating City, 2-0 (whilst putting a bit more pressure on 'blue & white scarf' Mancini). Still, they haven't looked the same side since Butch Wilkins was shown the door. And what about Torres? I thought 50m sovs was a bit over the top for the lad, but you would've expected some return by now - perhaps there's a bit of Scouse voodoo at work?

Rather predictably, a lot of the other results were quite unpredictable - my predos for this weekend were, if anything, even more fucking embarrassing than last time out.

Spurs couldn't bag max points against the Hammers, even though they had 26 attempts on/off target. McCarthy's men pulled off a super win at Villa, and I wasn't expecting Stoke to put 4 past the Toon. Throw in the rest of the results, and the bottom half of the table is separated by an astonishing 6 points - tight as a gnat's chuff.

Finally. Whilst reading the BBC text commentary for the Sunderland v Pool game, one comment stated that Steve Bruce's face had turned puce after the controversial penalty decision. I had an idea that it must be some shade of red (you gotta get up early in the morning to fucking catch me out!) so I looked it up in the dictionary:

Puce - a colour varying from deep red to dark purplish-brown

Haven't seen the incident yet, but it must have been a bad 'un.

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