Saturday’s shambles an accident in waiting

HANDING Harry Redknapp’s mob the odd crumb of comfort in 17 years isn’t really grounds for the renting of Gooner clothes and the donning of sackcloth and ashes. Nevertheless there were enough angry fans calling for the baby to be thrown out with the bathwater, when the final whistle blew on Saturday’s fiasco.

Such frustration was perfectly understandable, as Spurs didn’t win this game; the Gunners presented it to them on a plate, as a gift-wrapped premature Christmas present.

It wasn’t until walking the dog later that evening when I finally managed to put the day’s dumbfounding events into some perspective — note to Arsène Wenger: whilst also managing to hold onto the lead for the duration!