Morning. So there’s the Interlull done. No more international fixtures … until next month. And then, in the middle of November, a round of friendlies. That’ll be fun. Last night saw Oxlade-Chamberlain play 90 minutes for England; Santi Cazorla do 69 for Spain; while Joel Campbell got an assist for

Morning all. This Interlull seems especially ‘Lully’, not to be confused with the InterLOL which is when people chortle at Roberto Mancini for spending actual money on Felipe Melo. Go home Roberto, you’re drunk etc and so on. If we’re hoping that England goals for Theo Walcott might re-light his

Here’s this week’s Arsecast Extra with myself and James from @Gunnerblog. On this week’s show embrace the Interlull by discussing some international performances and whether or not they’ll do us any good when real football starts again. There’s also chat about celebrations, Mathieu Debuchy’s comments and Danny Welbeck’s injury, as

Happy Monday to you all. There was European action this weekend and while Aaron Ramsey and Wales have to wait for another day, Iceland have qualified for a major tournament for the very first time. They’re currently top of a group which also includes the Czech Republic, Netherlands, and Turkey,

Good morning, a very short one for you today because there’s so little of anything going on. There is some good news in that a couple of our forwards have found their shooting boots. This is a positive, of course, because there were genuine fears that none of them would

Morning all, is there anything more tedious than the Saturday of an Interlull? The answer to that is yes, yes there is. It’s Phil Collins taking the lead role in a 7 hour on-stage adaptation of The English Patient – the world’s most boring film – performed to a soundtrack

‘Good’ afternoon. There have been many puzzling weeks in the history of Arsenal. There was the week that the first team were all given amphetamines before a match against West Ham. There was any week with Henry Norris, which involved dealings that today would no doubt be referred to as

Oh Arsenal. You big Arsenal-y Arsenal. Only you could drive everybody mad with the not buying anyone and the not spending money on a striker and then, a day or so after the window closed, announce that one of the forwards we did have – and on whom there was

I wish we had a football match this weekend because it’s the only thing that will shift the story from transfers to what actually matters. And yes, I know transfers have an impact on what happens in the football matches but there’d be nothing quite like a good performance and

So deadline day came and went, Arsenal signed a grand total of no players, and there was an outpouring of anger, frustration and dismay – but is anybody really surprised? There was nothing to suggest that there’d be a last minute deal. Things were quiet elsewhere, the knock-on effects of

So, here we are again – Purple Dildo Day, I mean Transfer Deadline Day. Jim White’s Christmas, Birthday, and anniversary of his first French kiss all rolled into one (it was with a farmer’s daughter named Myrtle who didn’t kiss another boy for 2 years because of Jim’s hairy tongue).

As a contest – and perhaps as a spectacle even – Arsenal’s 1-0 win over Newcastle United ended when Aleksandar Mitrovic was sent-off on 16 minutes. It was an ugly challenge; an accident maybe, but lazy and entirely in keeping with the negligent tactics deployed by Newcastle on the day.