Burgers bite back as Gallas lifts the gloom

AFTER our dominant performance at Old Trafford the previous weekend, I arrived on Saturday optimistically hoping to see the Arsenal nip any new home hoodoo in the bud.

Although Sheffield United had the ball in the back of the net, Hulse’s ungainly efforts to extract a couple of Djourou’s gnashers with a flying foot ensured that, unlike Boro, at least the visitors didn’t end up taking a lead with their only significant attack of the half.

In fact it says much that the most anxious moment of the afternoon occurred as I stood in the food queue, watching the stock of burgers dwindle.