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The lad is on a roll

I didn't play on Sunday since Rosicky was injured and I wanted to wait by the phone in case Arsene Wenger called and needed to draft me into the squad. It's a long shot I know but you've got to have dreams and I'm sure he's an avid reader of this blog so is fully aware of my prowess on the field. Anytime Arsene mate, I'm ready to go. Seriously, give me a call.

Given my absence Martin was supposed to file a report of the match and although I got the verbal report nothing in writing has been forthcoming which naturally casts doubt on the validity of what he told me.

Supposedly we won 3 - 1, supposedly he scored and supposedly, and this is sheer brilliance on his part since it supplies the needed credibility to the report, he missed an absolute sitter from about three yards out. What puzzles me, as I'm sure it does you, is the consistency of his scoring when I'm not around. We've got two more games this season plus a pickup game this weekend and I'm behind 3 - 1 in the scoring charts. He's not around this weekend so I'm predicting I'll get a hat-trick and edge ahead 4 - 3. In fact I might start working on the blog for this Sundays game right now.

Anyway the credibility of his report is strained to breaking point because he reckons he scored his goal from outside the area. As mentioned earlier he did throw in the three yard miss so let's credit the lad with scoring a screamer - which on reflection needs to be added to the footballing must do list.

This result puts the team on something like a 7 or 8 game unbeaten run which started after the defeat to Phil, James and Paul's team. Something like form is temporary but class is permanent is probably a fitting comment.

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