By Chris Wright

Yes, I know most of you are pig-sick of her by now, but here's USWNT 'keeper Hope Solo posing completely 'billy bollocks' on the cover of ESPN magazine's annual 'Body Issue'...err...issue...

For reasons unknown, ESPN also had Hope engage in a spot of nudey-rudey gardening for good measure.

Yes I thought the same as you lot for a split second and thought to myself SHIT!!!. Then, I came back down to earth and realised that this report is total rubbish in my opinion.
The Guardian is reporting that Roman Abramovich will revamp the squad in a complete overhaul this coming summer.

There hasn't been many peeps out from the Camp Nou regarding Cesc Fabregas lately but I'm sure there will be over the summer.
I have heard and seen little snippets. Apparently after the Champions League final Carles Puyol said: "I'm convinced Cesc will play with us soon."
It does make me wonder though.

Is it this?

Certainly up there. Assault on the ref has to be admired, Di Canio, take a bow. But is that better than assault on a paramedic? Andre Bikey everyone:

I'd argue both pale into comparison with assault on a fan. Look how collected Cantona seems before he launches himself into Matthew Simmonds.

Aura and Grrrr

Written by mickydidit89

I think we, The Arsenal, need a new Aura.

Now, we are not Chavs, so we will not simply pop out to Harrods and buy the most expensive one available. No, because remember we have Class, and while that is something quite tricky to define, we all know that we have the stuff in abundance.

I've never seen Arsene Wenger look as frustrated as I did on Sunday during the defeat against Aston Villa.
He looked like a man who was told he could spend the night with Nicole Scherzinger but, unfortunately for him, he suffers from impotence.
His demeanour and the angry looks tell me a thousand words.

This morning I was looking back through the archives to see if I could do an 'On this day', kind of feature. I think I picked a bad day.

My choices were: the day after Thierry Henry left (2007), us being linked very heavily with Alexander Hleb (2005), Jens Lehmann talking about how we should sign Miroslav Klose (2006), Barcelona talking about wanting to sign Thierry (2003), vaguely hoping Igors Stepanovs might cripple Ruud van Nistelrooy in the Euros (2004) and a quote from Chris Waddle talking on 5Live about the Swedish back four at the 2002 World Cup:

The Swedish back four is amongst the tallest in the world cup.

Before the game I was a bit apprehensive about our away form, the lack of match practice, the pressure and atmosphere that Redknapp and Jordan had been talking up and the injury crisis in our midfield. All of those worries, much like Hearts, were exposed as utter bollocks within the first 5 minutes.

If there is one image that defines the revival that Arsenal are about to embark on, it's this one:

There were many positives to take from our dispatching of Bolton Wanderers on Saturday but, for me, this was the one that really counted.

Robin van Persie, mobbed by a herd of Bolton spongiforms, didn't give an inch.

So 2010 is over. The first league game of the year saw Rosicky score a late equaliser against Everton, the final game saw Squillaci score a late equaliser against Wigan. Oh, hang on, for Wigan. Whoops.

After the fantastic display against Chelsea, it was always going to be a letdown that we failed to take three points from an easier game two days later.

Image: Google.hr.

We gotta hand it to the 6'4, silky jet-black haired Croatian man candy: Tottenham's Vedran Ćorluka finally kicked the drunk-off-her-arse-in-public bird to the kerb.

Ćorluka's ex-girlfriend, Iva Buzov, moved out of their London flat and high-tailed it back to Zagreb two months ago.

Arseblogger sensationally escaped death this morning despite waking up with what appears to be the beginning of a cold.

The Arsenal blogger (39) was at the centre of a life and death incident when he found himself to be a bit sneezy and needed to blow his nose a couple of times.

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.

Referees seem to have gone card crazy in the SLeague this season. A whopping 12 yellows and one red were issued at Gombak United a couple of nights ago while last night there were nine yellow and one red. One guy even got a yellow for trying to take a corner outside the white lines; something that I've been seeing more and more frequently over the last couple of years.

I'm expecting most, if not all of the blogs and websites relating to Spurs to be fairly depressing today. The majority will be negative about Saturday's dismal performance and the poor results in the previous three games. I should warn you now, this will be no different so if you think all is rosy at White Hart Lane and you're happy with a 5/6th place finish and a quarter final of the champions league then I'd advice you to close the browser window and read no further because it's unlikely you'll agree with anything I'm about to say.

We're bang in the middle of the repulsive transfer window, and it's been like an Anu Malik song so far. There are some beats cascading on your eardrums, it's not like there's no sound; but most of the sound is a gigantic pile of bollocks. So it has been with Arsenal, linked with all and sundry, but the welcome gates at the Emirates are rusting from lack of use.

December sees the South Asian Football Federation Cup, like the ASEAN Cup but different region of course, and Pakistan are looking to South East Asia to help with their warm ups. Nepal are of course all ready back packing round the region, playing the odd game here and there.
Pakistan are already planning a week in Thailand, now Football Pakistan is reporting they are hoping to have a week in Indonesia.

What ho Arsenal fans? After two weeks of wandering in the interlull desert, with only the horse flies that feast upon our vapid flesh for company, a light twinkles on the horizon. Norwich be thy name! I can almost feel that 9am train beer (is there a better kind of beer?) slinking seductively down my gullet and slaking the thirst.