I gave up on the hype and bullsh*t of the transfer window at about 11 o’clock on Monday evening after I gave into my gut feeling that once again (like that famous cartoon cover from The Gooner of gorgeous George saying ‘that all the quality presents had gone’) disappointment was imminent. We wouldn’t be signing the ‘massive’ central midfielder as promised or even a trademark surprise leftfield deal for an 18 year old former goat herder from Patagonia United that nobody has ever heard of (except Arsene).

After the dust had settled I started thinking about the deals that have gone through.... Berbatov doing a Teddy Mingerash on our sad deluded marsh dwelling neighbours... and Robinho doing a mercenary on the Chavski Globetrotters and joining Chav Citeeeeeh instead for loads more filthy lucre (now isn’t that ironic plastic Chavski fans?).

And was I really that upset? And are we really in such a terrible position as a lot of our moaning supporters think? Just ask yourself if you’re in this for the long haul of supporting a real live breathing club or following a fad like the Chavs or ManUre and all the bandwagon hopping scousers (aged 30-50) who latched onto the Liverpool Stealers?? Because I wouldn’t swap places with the finances of any other club in the Premier League (just remember our monies for the stadium are owed for legitimate reasons under a business plan)

And I certainly wouldn’t want an egotistical sugar daddy surrounded with sycophants running my club as his toy and I’m absolutely 100% certain I wouldn’t want any other manager than Arsene Wenger in charge. I’m definitely not going to be envious when the next club sells its soul and goes on an unethical spending spree but I do reserve the right to p*ss myself laughing when Michael Platini gets his way and all the clubs built on shifting sands collapse.

Ok we didn’t buy the player we all think we need... but the most important person at the club disagreed with us all... And I for one am happy to have jam tomorrow.