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Today was a must win for Arsenal. Not just to reverse the perception of a club descending into a familiar and vicious cycle of self inflicted wounds and low self esteem. But to resurrect the career of a manager under fire.

A defeat would have tipped the scales between the two camps, the AKB and the ASG (Arsene Should Go) resting at a precarious 50-50 irrevocably in favour of the latter.

Being a Gooner these days is becoming a very frustrating time.
It seems to me that Arsenal fans are torn more than a Michael Owen hamstring.
The Arsenal faithful appear to be at each others throats and it is a sight more disturbing than watching Harry Redknapp perform a lap dance.

England overcame World War II buoyed by the bulldog spirit of Winston Churchill, the perfect choice for a war time leader. Yet, it was Clement Atlee who was voted to rebuild an England recovering from the war's aftermath and the decline of empire. 50 years later these two men rank in the list of greatest leaders.

I call you a plankton who only sings when we are winning, and cries like a 3 year old girl when things go against us.

One thing has always set apart proper genuine football fans, from all teams around the world, that I have personally come across in all the many years I have been a fan of the game is a spirit, a belief.

Note: If you don't know what all the hullaballoo is about, click here.

de·stroy

–verb (used with object)

to reduce (an object) to useless fragments, a useless form, or remains, as by rending, burning, or dissolving; injure beyond repair or renewal; demolish; ruin; annihilate.

Yes after an extended break, the Hawke is back in the blogosphere.

Where to start? Well firstly, there has never been and there never will be a footballer at Arsenal who is even 0.1% of the size of the club itself.

Anybody who has believed for even one second that Cesc was not going to leave this Summer needs shooting, the club told Cesc this time last year to give us one more season and then if Barca stump up we won't stand in the way.

With the last game out of the way and a football-free summer upon us (unless you get turned on by the Under 21s), I thought it might be a good idea to examine our season through the prism of the headlines that have accompanied the daily post here on Arsenal Arsenal.

With a new post every day and a long season, I'm breaking it up into sections, starting today with August, September and October.

Now that would scupper the entire tactical structure of the cavemen who visit the Home of Football tonight.

On a serious note, tonight is bloody huge, massive... a monsterous game of football... FAR MORE IMPORTANT THAN THE CUP FINAL.

For me, and many Gooners, the ultimate prize is to be the Champions of your country, to the rule the roost in your homeland.

Does a match of such magnitude end any better?

I will admit at around the 75 minute mark, I had given up on any chance of a win... a draw was a maybe... however it seemed we had blown our early chances, including a cracking chance for Robin in the opening minutes, after a delightful chipped through pass from Cesc.

Tonight's game has never been too far away in every gooner's minds eye since the draw was made last December in Nyon, Switzerland.

There is no point in making far reaching rally calls..... my take is to sit back and hopefully enjoy a festival of Total Football, played out by the two purest footballing sides on earth.

Tonight's game has never been too far away in every gooner's minds eye since the draw was made last December in Nyon, Switzerland.

There is no point in making far reaching rally calls..... my take is to sit back and hopefully enjoy a festival of Total Football, played out by the two purest footballing sides on earth.

Roman Abramovich may have done the biggest favour to all connected with Arsenal Football Club this January transfer window.

By spending £50M on Fernando Torres, a player who was woeful at the World Cup and unwanted by Barca or Real, the Russian oligarch has priced Cesc out of the reach of Barcelona for at least a couple of seasons.

I was going to write a piece having a pop at the little fat nazi fucking heart attack patient in waiting, who was dressed up as a referee at St James' Park yesterday... but then I thought otherwise. Nothing new happened, nothing surprised me... come on Gooners, comrades... brothers and sisters in arms.

A pearler missed from Wenger's presser yesterday afternoon.

"Arshavin will come back after a breather for a few games and be sharper"

Having played both cup games in the last 7 days, and played very much below-par, our little Russian wide man appears to be getting the bench for a week or so.