By Chris Wright

He may well have dived like...well, like a swan to procure the penalty that led to Scott Sinclair cancelling out Robin van Persie's opener from the spot, but Nathan Dyer's third goal in as many games went part-way toward Swansea 'beating Arsenal at their own game' (© every single national newspaper) at the Liberty yesterday and it appears that the tiny 6-stone halfling wasn't shy in rubbing it in.

It's safe to say Alex has not enjoyed the new year thus far. After Andre Villas-Boas kicked the bold, bald Brazilian to the Cobham curb earlier in the winter, he was left to fend for himself on just £50k per week. Just really, really terrible.

Thankfully for Alex, the nightmare looks to be coming to an end.

"I am ... the Swede, bro." -- My friend Jared.How does slang involve from basically an inside joke among friends to part of the cultural lexicon ... or at least to an entry on Urban Dictionary.com?Without delving too deep into that query -- you probably need somebody like the kids are listening to like that Little Wayne guy to say .

If anyone wants to complain about this team's tenacity, heart, or passion, I'll be right here to kick you in the balls. More, after the jump:

The Tipping Point

I won't let anyone hang their heads after that second half. Sure, the first was fucked eight-ways to Tuesday before any rhythm could be established, and yeah, we had a lot to do with the cards handed out.

Hope Solo und ihre US-Nationalmannschaftskollegin Alex Morgan sind seit dem Ende der Frauen-Weltmeisterschaft 2011 in Deutschland gefragte Damen. Aber nicht nur Männerherzen lassen die beiden Schönheiten höher schlagen, sie verzücken ganz Amerika, vom American Football bis zum kleinen Manager im Großraumbüro.

By Alan Duffy

Following on from Man City bigwig Gary Cook's distasteful email cock-up comes the bizarre news that another cancer-related story seems to have been a total hoax.

It had been widely reported in the media that former Fulham and Sunderland midfielder Steed Malbranque had recently decided to quit football altogether in order to care for his son, who had been diagnosed with cancer.

You ever wonder what goes on in the tunnel in the run up to gametime? I'll tell you: it's nothing but champagne & Gatorade spritzers and all-you-can-eat crabcakes. Can you believe that sh*t? No? Good because I'm lying.
The tunnel is a place where 20 year-old keepers give pounds to white-haired security guards, cleats make an exceptionally loud sound and bro hugs are often doled out at a backstage-at-the-Source-Awards frequency.

A Drogba joined a Malouda today at Dijon, just not the ones we're familiar with.

Not these two

Dijon, who will compete in France's top flight for the first time in the club's history this season, announced the signing of Freddy Drogba on Wednesday. Freddy is, of course, the younger brother of The Mighty One.

Are they the most delusional of the all soccer fans? The most risk-taking of all sports fans? Or just the most confident?
Because if they win the FA Cup, then of course he'll come out looking like the most most alpha of alpha-bro's, and as one who intelligently predicted the appropriate outcome.