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I'm not one for getting on my high horse as you know, but this is my blog and what it's for if not for high horsing once in a while? This Aaron Ramsey tackle; I may have said it before, but I'm going to say it again - I'm getting sick of hearing managers defend their players when injuries like this occur to our players, with the standard, "he's a lovely lad, he'll be devastated about this," speech.

I don't doubt that Shawcross is a lovely bloke who probably spends his spare time driving old ladies to the shops and the same for Martin Taylor and the Sunderland player Dan Smith who broke Diaby's leg (although as I understand it, he was a proper cunt).

And I don't doubt that Shawcross was distraught and crying when his Mam drove him home. In fact, I think its the very fact that these players don't have a reputation for making leg breaking tackles that proves that Arsenal are given special treatment by teams.

I think over the past few years a culture - began by the Mantra of Fat Sam Allardyce - has built up from speech after speech by managers and pundits constantly preaching the same message, that the way to beat Arsenal is to rough them up.

Consequently, these gentle giant pacifists, who wouldn't usually feel comfortable shouting at a puppy, are consciously or subconsciously playing differently against Arsenal. They tackle harder, later and higher than they usually do as it's been drilled into them that they must play this way against Arsenal. It's not a coincidence that players with no previous form for thuggish tackling have all been guilty of this against Arsenal.

If Abou Diaby, Eduardo and Aaron Ramsey all had their legs broken by Steven Gerrard, Stephen Hunt or Lee Bowyer you might be able to dismiss it as simply bad luck that it's been only Arsenal players that have come off so badly from all the potential leg-breaking tackles these trio of cunts have thrown themselves into in their careers, but it's harder to dismiss it as bad luck or mere coincidence when it's supposedly fair minded honest to goodness professionals committing them.

Bullshit to how nice they are, and bullshit to them just being 50-50 committed challenges gone wrong. If you weigh 13 stone and charge about with your studs six inches off the ground what are you expecting to happen?

I said this after Eduardo's injury; however decent you are, however fair you play, however much you love your mother, you're either incredibly naive to tackle like this and assume you'll get away with it, therefore shouldn't be playing, or you're a dirty bastard and definitely shouldn't be playing.


Also Stoke, just fuck off having a pitch that's only about 50 yards wide while having another 60 yards of running track available that could be converted into grass just so Rory Delap can throw the ball into the box every time you get a throw-in.

Is that football? Best league in the world my arse, where all people are concerned about is weather a couple of twats will shake hands and a leg breaking cunt gets rewarded with an England cap. So fucking glad I'm Mexican.

Labels: Football, Nonsense