Take at look at this link here.
You gotta feel for the poor bastard aint ya?
I've heard a rumour this fellow is on his way to Arsenal in January.
A big talking point is who will be between the sticks against Chelsea this Sunday.
I can't see Arsene Wenger throwing Wojciech Szczesny in goal despite the young Polski claiming he
is the best goalie in the history of the universe.
Eight days after Forest fans realised they were getting nothing to improve their hopes for the new
season, the club finally issued a response to the criticism they have, rightfully in my opinion,
received. But rather than Mark Arthur apologising for his public naming of targets and making the
club's Acquisitions Panel look like the amateurs that they are, he prefers to treat the fans with
contempt and an air of arrogance [.
Is Jose Mourinho really 'Harry Potter'?
Regardless as to the Special One's reference to the young wizard, Paul Gardner writes of the lack
of magic that Mourinho has up his sleeve.
Sooner or later, Jose Mourinho -- a man much given to speaking his mind -- was bound to say
something interesting, something that wasn't merely yet another way of telling the world that he is
"the special one.
What goes on behind the scenes of the beautiful game is rarely beautiful. Often, the experience
of watching a beautfiul goal or combination on the pitch requires forgetting the transfer-gossip
nonsense and arglebargles that allowed it to happen, or at least thinking that they are
substantively less important to our experience of a match than they may actually be.
Today's performance was piss-poor and painful to watch. In fact I'd rather have the raging hangover
I had this morning again than watch that pile of shite. And that hangover was bad.
But I must say this, while we were worse than my Sunday morning football team, West Brom thoroughly
deserved the win.
London's analysis
It seems as though the players' midweek celebrations went on a bit longer than we might have
thought. The only thing that surprises me is that one or two didn't take to the field carrying half
empty Champagne bottles and wearing sun glasses to shield their eyes from the painful effects of
the sun after a late night.
