For those concerned of my recent whereabouts don't worry, I'm back. There was nothing mysterious about my disappearance. I wasn't kidnapped or tortured although you could say being on holiday with the missus for a fortnight is like being kidnapped or tortured!
Anyway I'm fresh, revitalised and peeling more than a ripe banana. Am I glad to back? Hell no! I love Lanzarote and having been there more times than I can remember I can honestly say I hardly remember any Arsenal defeats in my time spent there. Ever.
Maybe the Sex on the Beach (cocktail, for the filthy minded!) has helped blot out any defeats but I have to say how good have Arsenal been so far this campaign? Fucking excellent in my book. Written off by everyone, slammed by everyone, we are going a long way to shutting those dimbalo's up.
Of course I'm not getting carried away. This is a marathon not a sprint but I'm just happy we have started with a sprint and not the "Oh, we'll just catch up later in the season, oh it's too late" attitude of last season. We have started well and the players seem more up for this campaign than any I've seen in recent seasons.
A big holler has to go to William Gallas and Thomas Vermaelen. Readers of this blog will know that I love big Will like a brother. He has started this season like a man possessed more than that eerie little girl from the film Exorcist. I spoke of being fresh and revitalised I reckon Gallas went to Lanzarote too. His partnership with Vermaelen, who has fitted in as good as Sagna did, is blossoming into a beautiful defensive flower.
Obviously being in Lanzarote I watched the Arsenal-Celtic games there. I have to say the massive hoo-haa over Eduardo is fast becoming a vicious son of a bitch. I admit, he went down easier than Jordan aka Katie Price but the way some Celtic fans are acting you would thought that the penalty was the only difference between the sides.
They seem to forget that they were outplayed and outclassed over 180 minutes. I have to say I was disgusted by some of the Celtic fans sitting near me. I know that football is an emotional game and it can leave you as high as a kite or as low as Flo-Rida but the shouts that followed Arsenal's opener sickened me slightly.
"Break that cheating cunts legs again" was a mild put-down that Eduardo received when he appeared on the big screen. I couldn't stomach it really. Despite the fact there were children around it didn't stop them. We were in a family bar too. I decided to point out that their very own favourite son, Henrik Larsson, suffered a similar injury in the past. Did the trick for about 5 minutes.
They left because I told them that Arshavin hadn't even warmed up yet but still scored after about 90 seconds of coming on. They mumbled something about what Manchester United, a proper team, would do to Arsenal this Saturday. They sounded like bitter Spuds!
I've never met such bad losers! Honestly they embarrassed themselves. I always thought that Celtic fans conducted themselves better. I can understand why they were angry, I would be too but to act in such a manner? They were so bad one of their mates who stayed behind when they left actually apologised for them and bought me a beer. He happened to be a top bloke. I don't want to tar all Celtic fans like these idiots, and I know all clubs have them, but it pissed me off.
Keep it Goonerish..............