I suspect I've just woken up to the cold realities of blogging. After the excitement of writing my first ever blog and the thrill of hitting the publish button, and then...and then... a grand total of zero comments. Oh well, keep your head down, keep ploughing away - James Purefoy didn't build Rome in a day, etc, etc.
Incidentally, a big thank you to Mr. Arseblogger for his encouragement and kind wishes for my site. His Arseblog is the one that inspired me to start my own, and it really is "fuckin excellent." He has hundreds of comments a day which must be very gratifying (even though a lot of them seem to be of the bored-at-work-getting-a-coffee variety). I really should investigate what all these rss trackback thingies do.
Apparently there aren't that many female Arsenal bloggers around so there's a chance to corner a niche market. But actually, I don't think I'm aiming for any kind of niche, never mind a female one. Don't expect tips on the right amount of makeup to wear to a Champions League match, or anything like that. For better or worse, this will be about me and the football.
Anyway, the fact that nobody seems to be reading these musings at all has alleviated another one of my sudden panics. It occurred to me after I posted yesterday that it might be a touch embarrassing if various unsuitable persons (aka my Dad) were to read some of the not-strictly-football-related stuff in yesterday's post. Now, my Dad has probably never read a blog in his life but it never does to underestimate your relations' web savvy - nor indeed their propensity to sniff out any potentially embarrassing information about you from anywhere at all. But it's a moot point if nobody is reading this anyway, so I can be as free and as unadulterated as I like.
But enough existentialism for one day, time for some more random football thoughts. Oh, by the way, don't expect lots of links to the latest interviews/gossip/transfer rumours on non-match days. There are other sites for that. I'll just be concentrating on my own random witterings. Speaking of which...
Bacary Sagna's hair (yes, I know I said I wouldn't make girly comments, but bear with me).
I get more worried the more I think about it. It's been gnawing at me all day. Dreadlocks is a very difficult look to pull off for anyone, especially if you go for the multicoloured accessorised version. But when I first saw him I kind of thought he pulled it off and now that he's chopped it all off, I definitely think so. But the clincher is that now he actually looks like Justin Hoyte, he started playing like him as well. Which is definitely not an improvement.
Maybe it was just the hair equivalent of ManU's hilarious grey shirts a few seasons ago. But if he really has been Delilah'd, we're buggered for the whole season.
I've been wondering about Theoooo too.
I think the considered verdict from most Gooners I know is that they desperately want to encourage him but the two words always mentioned are "confidence" and "lightweight".
Looking carefully at both Cescalicious and Theoooo on Sunday, I didn't really think there was too much difference between them in terms of size. They're about the same height, and maybe Cescalicious is a couple of pounds heavier. But he seems to be much much stronger than Theoooo on the pitch, and I'm wondering if it's a mental thing. Cescalicious famously hates losing (ask Alex "quattro formaggi" Ferguson) and his competitiveness enables him to impose his physique on those around him.
This is a Good Thing and is maybe something that Theoooo can learn from. We've been privileged to witness some of the very greatest players ever to play for Arsenal in Bergkamp and Henry, but you couldn't say that either of them possesssed that burning desire, that absolute hatred of losing in proportion to their natural talent.
Cescalicious, on the other hand, has it all and I hope it's only a matter of time before he eclipses them both.