SATURDAY NIGHT LIVE: Welcome to London

It was just the other day on these pages, The Manchester Derby , when I admitted that hell would first freeze over before I wished any kind of good luck to Sir Alex Ferguson’s orphans. 

 

 

Well, hell must have hit absolute zero and come tomorrow, instead of dancing with the stars on the Bridge, I will be making a death Tango with the Devil. 

  (Stay with me earthlings. I deal with intelligent beings and I know you know that we are only talking football here. Yes?)...

 London hosts two important matches tomorrow and I will share my two cents on both of them below in no particular order of importance. The matches start within 10 minutes of each other from around 15:20 GMT.

Suffice to say, I’m a Gunner, born and bred, and my heart bleeds for Arsenal...

CHELSEA VS MAN-U: A Tango with the Devil

I had hoped this day would never come. A day when we would be required to keep our guns safely in the holsters for the Devils’ sake. You see, we Gooners never walk alone but when it comes to looking for partners to walk with, the Devils don’t even come close. But come this Saturday, we shall be sitting tight hoping that their recent form will manifest at the Bridge.

Allow me to crunch the numbers a bit...

 The next 6 points stand between Chelsea and the League Trophy. And the gods of football found it within their humour licence to line up two sworn enemies to stand between The Blues and the trophy.  We must now make a pact with the Devils to see if the league can be thrown back into a three horse race. 

 

 

(Poor Pellegrini; the way Liverpool are sniffing at their tail, even a Wenger finish is not a guarantee anymore).

We shall be pulling a Betrayal in the City tomorrow at the Bridge. You see, The Blues are our London cousins and they used to look up to us a few years back before petro-dollars found their way into the EPL and made them arrogant. Way before the Special One was fished in by the Russian tycoon, shown the door then fished back again as the Happy One, Chelsea were always our younger cousins.

Why must we dine with the Devil tomorrow? The Tyranny of Numbers come to play. If Manchester United walk away with the 3 points and Arsenal does the same the next weekend, then Chelsea’s lead will be slashed significantly. Their morale will dip significantly giving the remaining smaller teams they will be facing a real chance of dismantling them too. Arsenal in the meantime will continue with their stellar performance and have the coveted EPL trophy within grasp... 

Do you have any idea what this means for Professor Wenger?

 Every grand scheme has a caveat and here is ours. The gods must ensure the trophy comes to London. Where in London is the only headache we are seeking the Devils’ indulgence to solve but to London it must come. It’s Our Time to Eat

It is not the season for the Red Devils to start dusting their trophy cabinet yet. We just hope and pray that they can amass all the fire power from hell and burn the Bridge down for us tomorrow.

THE FA SEMI-FINAL: The Royals Must Die

Even as we count on our enemies to inflict pain and damage at the Bridge, Saturday night will also see us work to defend our territory. There is a way we play in the FA as if our very lives depend on it and for good reasons. It is the trophy that brought the almost decade-long drought to an end and stopped the ridicule of our empty trophy cabinet...

 It is the cup that will also put us in the orbit to History once again with a win. We are currently tied at the Top of FA Cup Success at 11 wins with...(yep you guessed it right)...the Red Devils. A full FA set will definitely shush our enemies who tend to think that our players are only good at making money while theirs make history...

First things first though...

 We have to get past Reading tomorrow and we are hoping Wembley will be another walk in the park. Forget the 12 goals thriller in the Capital One Cup in October 2012 when we lured the boys to the slaughter house with a 4-0 head start in less than 40 minutes then came back and showed them ‘who’s their daddy’ with a 5-7 at Madejski. We hope to dismiss them quickly back to their Madeski wakasomee huko this time round... 

 

 (So their ancestors in all wisdom thought of naming their team READING and their Stadium MADEJSKI? Who does that?!)... 

 Well I guess their first Reading lesson tomorrow will be “No sooner had professor Wenger shouted fire, than we were gunned down.”

Look at the prof. at the top over there.

He sure does look good at the top don't you agree?

It should have been me Up there?..Touche, cry me a river

 Tomorrow We Ride