Arsenal 4 - 4 Them Trust me, I really do not want to talk about this. I really don't. So writing this entry is not a smart move, even though technically I would be writing about it rather than talking about it. It's taken me around two days to finally do it so far. Long story short, we handed Them a draw instead of sealing a win for ourselves and taking all 3 points. A lot of reaction following that shower of shite, was about how we should have kept the ball and shut the end of the game down at the end. 4-2 up in 89th minute and then to coin a well thumbed phrase… the arse fell right out of it. Now. For me - a thing I have seen happen over the years, probably starting around 7 years back is that we would ALWAYS try and defend a one nil lead and nearly always to detrimental effect. It became a painfull thing to watch. There is a very good philosophy of always defend a two nil or 3 nil lead. Never a one nil. Why ? Because, while defending / holding on to the ball, you will more often than not spend a great deal of time in the centre of the pitch or in your own half. Should something happen (let's say, towards the end of a match for example…) and the opposition manage to score - then not only have the equalised from a losing position, their tails are now up and are then bouyed up to go and snatch a winner whilst you are arguing amongst yourselves at who was to blame for the goal, mpoments of disarray, disorganisation, confusion… yeah its possible they could just nip a winner in the final moments. So, that’s why I was glad to see that the Arse had finally developed the attitude of not turning off towards the end of a match. Always forward. With the intention of putting the opposition to the sword (not that we have ever executed that skill that well). So, on Wednesday night it was good to see that we smelt blood and constantly pushed forward. Let's be clear about this, the last two goals were not about us committing to much up front. They came from our defensive errors. At that point both Walcott and RVP had been substituted so eased off applying the pressure on Them. A single striker up front, with no feeds. Diaby on for RVP to shure up the midfield where we had been fairly ineffective for large periods of the match. We invited Them to come at us. And they did. For the mathematicians among us, it can be explained thus : Errors + slips x bad marking + (un soupçon of fuckwittedness x a lack of understanding of what the North London Derby is all about) = 2 goals in 5 mins = 4-4 draw = very fucking unhappy campers. Ahead of the Stoke match tomorrow, we hear that (strangely enough) Gallas is injured. Errrrmmmmm. I think Bollocks, is the word I was searching for there. UK newspaper air traffic control reported that there was a spot of turbulance in the Emirates home dressing room after that match and Gallas didn't fasten his seat belt when he was asked very nicely, several times to sit down and shut the fuck up by the otherwise meek and humble stewardess Miss Adebayor. Personally I would suggest that Gallas has stated injury to avoid being publically left out (i.e. dropped). He certainly didn't look like he had a hamstring injury to me as left the pitch mumbling something quite unsavoury in French about someones mother to his other schitzophrenic cranial neighbour "Good Gallas". Some would say that the injury would be a cover story for him being dropped, but considering that Arsene makes a Friday press conference before Saturdays games and does not unveil the team sheet until the morning of the match; this cannot be the case. Even in his most unpleasent of plastic cup bouncing induced moments, I don't see him being cajouled into finger pointing and announcing "Oi, yoo ya fucka's - yoor dropped, yoor dropped an yoor dropped n'all ya faahkin cunts". But then again, 4-4 against Them on our manor does rather smart a bit.