Fozzy 
It was a bit like watching a throwback to past Arsenal players on Wednesday evening. Eight of our players were just about able to withstand the first-half German onslaught, roared on by their magnificent away support, who were there in fine numbers and exceptional voice. I passed most of them in the Blackstock Road refuelling on pre-match ale and kebabs. Our two players who hadn’t got a clue were Gervinho, who displayed the complete lack of panache and skill of The Beast, and also Walnutt, who, yet again, performed a very passable impression of Glenn Helder at his worst. Both were completely useless, and Fatty Santos was just a shade better. I lost count how many times he was caught out of position in a style that had more recently been made famous on the other side of the pitch by a certain Ebouseless.
After 45 minutes, we had done well to have scored nil. The break seemed to go on a bit because the so-called first-half highlights were over in a flash. The crazy no-beer rule didn’t help matters in the slightest.
The second half started in similar fashion, with the Germans looking likely to score first. This situation remained until One Song took the game by the scruff of the neck with a sprinkle of Henry-esque moments of magic, beating players at will before teeing up an exquisite cross for the opening goal. I am sure that the former best player in the world must have been impressed, especially as he was watching close to the action up in the bling layer. Where I stand (and occasionally sit), One Song has been dubbed Pele (sadly, never a Gooner), and the memory of him creating the top-drawer opening goal will live long in my memory. Suddenly, Aaron and Wiggy Arteta joined in the fun, and we had a midfield which was able and willing to run the show. It got even better when The Beast and Helder were hauled off.
And then we did something very rare. We scored from a corner, and it was all very reminiscent of the old Steve Bould and Tony Adams routine, only this time it was the imperious Verminator who provided the goods.
This leaves just one name to add to this assortment, and a hush descended all around The Grove when he went down in the second half clutching his ankle. Fortunately, he got up again and carried on. Robin van Persie cannot be likened to any other player because this man is truly unique. In a long line of Wright, Bergkamp, Henry and Cesc, we are so lucky to witness such an amazing talent.
