Hello! Me again. It’s currently four minutes to six in the morning, I’m jet-lagged to hell, and that, dear and constant reader, means I’m finally going to update this site with some Arsenal-related mots justes. It’s okay, you don’t have to say anything. But let’s not pretend you haven’t missed me either.
So, the last time I deigned to put finger to keyboard was after the Wigan game, a game which I remember with all the fondness of a complicated and painful but ultimately successful medical procedure. Actually, that’s not quite true. I remember the day itself fondly, because it was the first time I’d met Elliot/Yankeegunner, the third prong of our podcast trident, IRL. We didn’t kiss, but I’m pretty sure he wanted to. His wife’s feelings on the matter weren’t clear, but I got the sense she’d heard the “here’s why Giroud isn’t good enough…” story even mores times than I have. Which barely seems possible.