Never has a team exhibited such luck as Arsenal have to lead the table with, in their most recent encounter, a perfectly good goal by the opposition ruled offside that should have left them with one point, not three.

A series of lucky calls within their first eight games glosses over a side with a defence only slightly less laughable than the one from White Hart Lane. A team lost without Cesc Fabregas running the show and a squad containing depth more usually associated with a kiddies' paddling pool. Not the only kiddie association at Arsenal.

Their old enemy, Spurs, are over-hyped, over-priced and over here playing rubbish football on my TV with a board so desperate to cash in they tried to instal a name brand at the head of the team in place of their most successful manager since the 1960s. Champions League money for a non-Champions League side was sniffed and the money-grubbing morons screwed the pooch for what, with a little luck, may have become their first shot at a playing in the real European competition.

'What pain, what suffering the man from Portugal has endured. No wonder he couldn’t get his team to perform this year with such a squad of nobodies'


The hype, hope and never-ending drivel of the salaried press couldn’t have been better demonstrated by their mourning of Jose Mourinho’s exit from Chelsea. Gone are the easy headlines. No more omelettes, no more unspecial football, no more chances to show sympathy for a man shown the indignity of having Andriy Shevchenko, one of the best strikers in the world, foisted on him by his uncaring, expressionless chairman.

What pain, what suffering the man from Portugal has endured. No wonder he couldn’t get his team to perform this year with such a squad of nobodies. Best that Chelsea put a nobody in charge, then. Oh, wait . . . they have!

With no squad depth at Arsenal, nobody at Chelsea, and no integrity at Tottenham It seems the only dignity in London football might be found at West Ham, quietly performing quite well and making no stupid publicity waves doing it. A group of mostly middle-of-the-road players performing slightly above themselves which is an appalling mixed metaphor uttered with the disdain London football currently deserves.

There are no title contenders here. All we have is one smooth publicity machine, one bottomless pocket attached to no body and one bald, four-eyed idiot with a “greed is good” bumper sticker on his car. Oh, and West Ham - the John Major of football.

Final day of the season: Arsenal 3rd, Chelsea 4th, Tottenham 5th.

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