Having a good Saturday?

well, as good as you can have it without The Arsenal, although these days with all the flipping Thursday night football we endure it’s not normally a game day anyway, so I wonder if i’ll get the usual withdrawal symptoms that I get when there is an Interlull.

I’ll tell you what I don’t do: I don’t try to compensate by watching international football. So I certainly felt smug that I didn’t have to sit through over an hour and a half of England drawing 0-0 with Germany. Phew.

First I saw of it was when Fiona Bruce gave me a heads up on BBC1’s News at Ten and quite frankly, i was happy enough to keep it that way.

I don’t even know what Arsenal players did or didn’t play, except Ollie G who bagged another goal and must surely be wondering what he has to do to get a start in the Prem. He’s certainly got the match fitness and when he’s playing with better players what do you know, he looks better himself. Perhaps it’s because I like a bit of old skool, but I’d love to see wenger say “off it” and go to a 4-4-2 with Ollie and Lacazette doing a little and large combo. They are both players whose future wouldn’t be up in the air because of contract wrangling, plus it would certainly surprise a few to see us go back to a couple of banks and those two up top. You could have Monreal on the left and Kolasinac in front of him nd give him licence to roam, whilst on the right you could try Ozil (probably wouldn’t work), or Alexis, or even Iwobi.

I know, I know, it’s fashionable to fire out a few xG stats, about talking about things like counter-press, about thirds of the pitch and about the styles of specific players to fit a system, but I’m pretty sure in the 90s nobody talked about this kind of stuff. That’s probably why the football was a bit pants but whatever.

And who knows? The reversion back to an old system might be such a surprise that it throws opponents into a confused state of bewilderment, rendering them unable to deal with our vintage tactical masterclass.

Just a thought. And when you have the boredom of an international weekend then you start having these kind of irrational thoughts. Or you think too much. Or you don’t think at all. Which I quite like sometimes. It’s amazing how sometimes the coming around of an international break can be a good thing and if we weren’t seeing the Totts on the horizon i’d probably be glad of the little interlude in the Premier League we’d have. But as it is I find myself in a limbo of disappointment from a folding at the Etihad, to a fear of what lies ahead at the Emirates next Saturday.

This is why I drink, by the way, because it does give you a warmer, numbing feeling.

So yeah, Ollie scored, other Arsenal players probably played, but I’m not interested enough to care and i’m probably going to even have to resort to Rugger watching this afternoon, which is unpalatable at the best of times. But I need some sort of sports fix, so I guess that’ll have to be it.

At least I have plenty of Red Leg and cola to keep me company.

Just need some lime.

And that’s pretty much the sum of my blogging parts today folks. There is little going on, all’s quiet on the Western front, and I have a day of dentist, haircut and beverages in the afternoon. Only one of those three things will fill me with any joy, I can assure you.

So I shall say my goodbyes and hope that you have a splendid one today. It’s raining here. Boo.