I often despair at the thought of what other footie fans must make of us Gooners.

The only good thing about my increasingly decrepit memory is that I was thoroughly oblivious to the fact that, until Saturday, the Gunners had lost our last four finals playing in yellow. 

I was still feeling so devastated following our midweek debacle against Monaco that I was left struggling to muster sufficient enthusiasm to wander around to our encounter with Everton.

ARSENAL: New year brings back our old failings

A big thank you to the Irons since dropping two points at the Hawthorns didn’t seem quite so disappointing as it might have done if Spurs drubbed West Ham.

THE more morbid amongst us might already be donning sackcloth and ashes, if any of them are gullible enough to accept as gospel, the incessant reams of “red top” media claptrap.

I WAS almost feeling envious of all those fans of the five clubs going into the final game of the season, balancing on the perilous precipice of Premiership relegation.

SUNDAY’S triumphant victory over Man United was tinged with the bittersweet regret about what might have been.

OKAY, hands up. Never mind the never-ending saga of Manny Eboué’s infuriating naivety, I take full responsibility for the injury-time fiasco at the Emirates on Sunday.

THE oldest knockout tournament on the planet continues to retain magic aplenty.

ISRAEL is often described as a country where “the one who shouts loudest gets served first” and it amazes me that of all the brazen Red Sea pedestrians on the planet, the Hammers ended up with such an incredibly mild-mannered and dignified descendant of Moses at the helm.

AWEEKEND without footie is like Sunday lunch without the spuds. Naturally I lapped up the meagre morsel of mashed swede mash from the Stadium of Light and & Ewood Park on Saturday.

IT suddenly occurred to me at the weekend that I might’ve missed England v Montenegro, only to discover this game wasn’t until Tuesday night.

IN the absence of the spine of Arsene Wenger’s side (Van Persie, Fabregas, Vermaelen, Walcott etc), the Gunners gave a creditable account of themselves on Sunday.

HAVING seen Andy Gray’s unbiased analysis on the box of the traumatic 95th minute equaliser at Sunderland, I had some sympathy with Wenger’s uncontrollable urge to vent his anger at the fourth official.

WITH a late kick-off at Blackburn on a Bank Holiday Monday, I assumed there wouldn’t be a train back to London that night.

IF there’s one thing that never fails to amaze me, it’s football fans’ eternal propensity to rebound from the very depths of heart-rending disillusionment.

THERE was me thinking a tortuous, four-hour trek home in midweek, following a dire goalless game against Villa was going to be my lowlight... little did I know!

IT’S hard not to harbour hope of straddling the Premier League ship summit, subsequent to this evening’s encore with Owen Coyle’s side.