The Grant Gurnhill football and mayhem blog.

Wahaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay!!! Welcome back again peeps!
I’m back tonight wi’ me roundup o’ the rest o’ the results in this weekend’s round o’ fixtures.
Sunday Sunday saw Arse-nil host Steak City at their home that for so long was the reason for tight purse-strings in Arsey Whinger’s war-chest. No such excuses now Arsey. All that money spent during the summer, but was it in the right areas? With Steak becoming the pantomime villains in Gunner folklore now, it was set up to be a feisty affair. Unfortunately, as usual, things didn’t work out the way they were billed. An unusually static Mark Huge sat in his seat for 90 minutes watching his team huff and puff to no avail. Arsey’s straw cottage remained intact, and his classy finishers slotted a trio past the hapless Steak keeper who was less than impressed with his defence. The problem is though, that though Arse-nil put Steak to the sword here, no-one knows what to expect in the next game. Inconsistency could be Arsey’s middle name; his team are up and down more than Jordan’s knickers when she’s got the runs. Why he’s never spent big on a world class keeper, I’ll never know. And despite all the cash splashed nowadays at the Emiroids, where are the titans in defence we grew used to in their success years? The years of the Invincibles? Only Arsey knows his strategy in the transfer market, but I’m not alone in the punditry world in wondering if even he knows what his strategy is. It certainly ain’t defence first…
Later in the afternoon we saw a similar dilemma at Old Shitford, where Man Reunited and their Dutch manager, Lois Van Hire, hosted Louthampton and their Dutch manager, Ronald McDonaldmans. 3rd vs 4th in the Prem pecking order set up a juicy tie. Unfortunately it was overcooked and left us with a dry feast devoid of flavour and taste. Tadpolic grabbed the single goal and the points for the Louts. And, just as at Arse-nil earlier in the day, I could just rewrite my comments on their team, defensively. With the exception of the exceptional De Gear, where the hell has £200 million gone? Not on defending, that’s for sure. I’ve spanked this monkey since day one, and yet, despite having one of the most consistently successful managers of the last 20 years and a treasure chest similar to their rivals, Jones, Smalling and all the king’s soldiers are just not good enough. They may all be internationals, but then so are 11 guys who live in the Faroe Isles. They are defensively inept, and read the game like Stevie Wonder reads the collected works of Shakespeare. De Gear must be worth 10 points a season to them - but even that won’t be enough to get them where they and their fans expect them to be. Come on Van Hire, stand up and explain why you’ve joined Arsey Whinger in the defensively-blind league.
At the end of the season, when the confetti falls on the Blues, these 2 will lick their wounds and rue their transfer policies, mark my words.
And that’s me ace blog for tonight peeps! I’m off to watch the extra-time in the awesome FA cup games tonight, so tara for now!
Telly on and bed warmed up; I’m coming Barbie!
Tara peeps!