Boys To Men!

Oh my thumping head, my churning stomach. Last night it hurt with laughter, this morning the distillers finest is definitely extracting full revenge for the way I glugged back the Glenmorangie, rather than savouring it.

Yesterday I thought we might be good enough to get a draw at the Lane, and after a shaky start I thought we played some tremendous football. Fair play to the hosts, who played their part in a ding-dong first-half, which developed into a jumpers for goalposts, end to end feast.

After the break we took over, so much so that when Eboue was added to the mix it looked as though we would not only claw back the two goal deficit, but overhaul it.

The plaudits, understandably, are being hogged by ‘the Beast’, but there were other heroes. Fabregas and his sorcerer’s apprentice, Denilson, put a stranglehold on the midfield. Young Traore survived a torrid opening that would have destroyed a lesser character and grew into the game, and for an hour we were treated to the sight of Diaby back in the fold. This guy is going to be some player.

Martin Jol admitted they could do nothing to stop us taking control of the second-half, and Wenger had a glint in his eye as he spoke of sticking with the kids for next weeks second leg. The momentum may be with the Gunners, but now next Wednesday’s clash is an out-and-out cup tie, winner takes all. Where’s my ticket?