While West Ham were succumbing to the usual valiant defeat at Arsenal, I was at the pictures. Time was, I used to go to away games like this. Time was, I went to enough away games to have priority points to go to away games like this. Time was, I wanted to go. Even when the Arse could chant 'We've got Dennis Bergkamp' we could reply with 'We've got Iain Dowie'. And we were the last away team to win at Highbury when Bobby Z finished Sol Campbell's Arsenal career, as well as the first team to win at the Emirates with the usual outstanding performance from Rob Green. But, well, usually they beat us. Home and away. When they're not accompanied in that by the likes of Wolves or Newcastle, it's easy to think it's one the ulamented Curbs's bonus games - the ones we don't ever expect to get anything from. That was certainly Zola's thinking last year, saving the main striker for the following week, while we couldn't even compete against ten men and missed a penalty. The following week we were even worse at home against Wolves and that's when I was (wrongly) convinced we were going down, but I can't believe there were three worse teams than us.
And now we're 3 points and a worse goal difference behind everybody else at the bottom of the league after ten games at the beginning of November.
So I won't comment on the game, because I can't. After the pictures I avoided any TV 'highlights' of the game, and the fact that we didn't concede until three minutes from time doesn't make it feel any better. But the film was really good. 'The Kids are All Right' (even if West Ham aren't).
Still, there was always the joy of the fizzy-pop cup draw against Man Utd to look forward to.
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