Down The Tube

Well, that was depressing. Once again, my beloved Arsenal have shown they are most spectacularly capable of snatching defeat from the jaws of victory.

And against Spurs, no less. Herbert Chapman would have had kittens.

It seems that Arsenal's time at the Emirates has been a curse (if you live in North London, and know of a former worker at the Ashburton Grove industrial park with a Tottenham shirt and working knowledge of voodoo, please let me know). Time was, at Highbury, you'd get off the tube at Finsbury Park station - despite the fact that Arsenal tube station was opposite the North Bank - and join 30,000 others descending upon Gillespie Road or Avenell Road, bringing the whole of N5 into a red and white standstill.

Nowadays, of course, where you get off the tube depends largely on where you're sitting, thanks to the fact that Arsenal have built the new ground smack dab at the halfway point between Arsenal and Holloway Road stations. They even had the foresight to build it right next to Drayton Park (which, according to the 1970's era London Game, I long to discover) - and, of course, Drayton Park is now closed on matchdays.

If it wasn't so damned stupid, it'd be hilarious. Much like Fabianski's goalkeeping...speaking of which, I have a suggestion for Ol' Flappy-Hands. Take the Picadilly Line. Keep going until you reach Heathrow. Get plane. Don't come back.

Oh well, there's always next week...