Who’s Your Dominatrix, Beeeyotch?
Okay, if losing to Fulham means bouncing back and dominating Spurs, I’ll take the Fulham lose.
Today was a good old fashioned ass whopping, as the Gunners proved that they can win big games without Thierry Henry, thumping Tottenham 3-0.
In addition, today I also learned this about Arsenal.
- Jens Lehman really needs to shave his head as his receding hair is begging for a spray on treatment. Hey, if it worked for Kevin Spacey…
- Ljungberg took more chops at his feet than an old growth Douglas Fir in a Weyerhaeuser forest. No wonder his feet are in such brutal shape.
- I have a love/hate relationship with Adebayor that is killing me. Hard to hate a guy who scores a goal against Spurs and was the most visible Gunner on the pitch. Hard to love a guy who pouts and whines more than a 3 year old and can only control the ball 1 out of 7 times he’s set up. It was a nice gesture on Ade’s part that, after coolly slotting his goal home, the first person he ran over to celebrate with was the sidelined Henry.
Bring on Porto!
[...] Finally, a note to Emannuel Adebayor (since I know you are a regular reader of the Fool, mostly for my spot on analysis and in depth knowledge of the finer, tactical points of the game), I’m sorry for all those lousy things I have said about you in the past. My conversion is complete. You worked your butt off on the pitch. And it was a bloody cheeky move to bring the ball back to van der Sar to try to prevent him from running down the clock. [...]