Looking back on the last week with three potentially tricky away games Arsene Wenger’s got to be feeling pretty happy. Two games in the northern sh*tpits produced seven goals and six points while a trip east garnered a late equalizer and a point. All in all a good week at the office.

Much has been made of Arsenal’s lack of metal oop north but I really thought that old marshmallow had been put to bed especially after last season’s come back at the lump ‘em Wanderers. How much have I forgotten about the delightful people who write the columns and provide ‘insight’ on TV? Any cliché is better than no cliché and don’t let the facts come between the truth and the chance to regurgitate some old cliché.

Adebayor’s hat trick at Blackburn has got the masses bellowing his name with gusto, conveniently forgetting he is only with the club because nobody shared his inflated view of himself. For many people he won’t be fully rehabilitated until he single handedly wins the Premiership, the Champions League and possibly the Boat Race so he has a long way to go. Still the replica jerseys tell their own story.

One thing that hasn’t gone away is a defence that doesn’t inspire confidence. Ok we’re not conceding much but look at the opposition. Gallas maybe one of the leading scorers in the Champions League but at the back - you know, what he gets paid for - he still is prone to making the wrong decision with possibly fatal results.

Bolton away was nice. Three points at the home of non-football is always nice but perhaps now we’re seeing the maturing of Eboue which is a worry. We’ll have to find someone else to whinge and moan about if he finally comes good. The problem with Eboue is while on the pitch he comes across as a whinger and a diver, yet off it he never says boo to a mouse. He’s not spouting sh*te about how he deserves so much more money, he’s not asking for a transfer. This of course may change if the fans start chanting his name.

The last weekend couldn’t have panned out any better. Stoke going to Liverpool and getting a draw had Rafa whinging in fine old Spanish style and allowed us to slip into top spot. Chelsea decided they didn’t want to be top so allowed United a point while Wigan left White Hart Lane with a point and left our dear neighbours rooted at the bum end of the table.

It may not last but who cares. I’ve printed a copy of the league table and stuck it above my desk. We may win something this season, we may not but 21st September was the weekend that saw us top and them bottom and nothing can ever change that!

Jakarta Casual writes a blog on Premier League matters. It can be read here