I suffered double vision yesterday. We had not one but two Number 14s returning; both got huge ovations. King Henry's glorious reign is over, at least for now. Less than ten minutes into his season, Theo became our 15th goalscorer this term. There were also two Thomases playing superbly - did you ever doubt either?

This Sunday lunchtime roasting of the porcine-looking Big Fat Sam was a crackling affair. Three seasons ago we trailed to an early penalty won by a then promising young Englishman now plying his trade for Tottenham Reserves before winning, flatteringly, 6-2. Yesterday's offerings were no sloppy seconds, far exceeding the original which, lest we forget, we almost let slip at 3-2 deep into the second half. This time it could have been double figures, and that's no exaggeration. This was North London's version of Bloody Sunday: shoot on site - bullets supplied by our new Number 4 (the 'old' one was at Stamford Bridge, for what reason I know not).

Two seasons ago we could and should have won the league despite only scoring 4 or more goals four times in 58 matches. In 12 games this term we've already equalled that. Subscribers to the ludicrous mantras 'everyone knows how to defend against Arsenal' and 'to stop Arsenal you must get in their faces' are living in their own little world of clichés rather than Clichys. The story so far: 6 straight wins, 10 victories from 12 and two undeserved away defeats to Manchester's various billionaires that, as Arsene correctly notes, should strengthen our confidence and resolve. Only Notts County (W6, D3, L2) have a better goal difference in England.

There are 720 ways to arrange 6 objects (6x5x4x3x2x1). Ranking yesterday's six of the best is impossible and, like any beauty contest, depends partly on taste. I cannot even decide which Verminator strike - his second against Wigan or yesterday's - was the better. Come May, perhaps we'll all be seeing double (again).

Keep the faith.