Enough. Enough. Enough. ENOUGH!!

Sunday ended up as a good chance to progress in the FA Cup, a clean sheet (just about) and our eighth game unbeaten but it witnessed a new low in the continuing fiasco that is Emmanuel Eboue. I know we’ve got an injury list as long as the M1 but why do we have to pay money to watch that useless cheat?

Many average players have turned out for Arsenal over the years – I can think of Chapman, Hawley, Helder and McGoldrick without even troubling my memory banks, but when they were turning out it only cost a couple of quid for a ticket. Thankfully during the early Wenger years, average players were confined to fleeting appearances before being taken out into the car park and shot – Jeffers, Stepanovs, Pennant were despatched with little sentiment or fuss.

But what on earth is Arsène doing? How does Eboue keep on getting into the first eleven of one of Europe’s top clubs? His appearances are now beyond a joke as he lacks any of the attributes needed by a top level footballer; his first touch is about as subtle as a fart in a lift, his positional play is possibly the worst I have ever seen in the Premier League, he gives little or no cover to Sagna and he creates absolutely nothing.

During the last few matches I’ve concentrated on Eboue for a few minutes and it is painful to see just how out of his depth he is – how can Arsène not see it? We might as well play with 10 men each week.

And to top it all, the stupid chump was once again caught cheating in front of 20,000 fans and a live TV audience, for which he received an embarrassing yellow card. Being an ex-footballer myself, I have always hated cheats – whether it’s diving, the idiot waving an imaginary yellow card at the ref or rolling over five times after a slight tap on the ankle. It’s all cheating and I hate the thought that a cheat is turning out every week for my Club. We all despise the antics of Ronaldo, Rivaldo or Van Nistelrooy, but to my mind Eboue is worse than them because he contributes absolutely nothing.

I hope the next time Eboue dives, he lands in Michael Barrymore’s swimming pool!!

Whatever the bid is from Atletico Madrid – pleeeeeeeeease take it Arsène. I’ll even drive him to the airport - via Barrymore’s house of course!