So Arsenal are cleared of any wrongdoing with the Beveren thing â€“ and the story can now go away. I saw the programme in question and was impressed with David Mellor, one of the panellists, who seemed to see through it straight away. Anyway, suffice to say weâ€™re not now going to get relegated, ejected from the Champions League and flagellated in public.
And I tell you what, despite the England quarter-final tomorrow, Iâ€™ve already started to get just a touch excited by the new domestic season, primarily of course as a result of the new stadium. All the interweb photos make it look even better than I thought it would be, and then yesterday, plop kerplunk, there was my new season ticket on the mat. Cue: dreamy excitement, the kind of which a man my age should not be experiencing.
And as we all knew it would be, itâ€™s completely different â€“ gone are the red books with raffle-style tickets and stubs, and in comes the credit-card season ticket, supplied with a red faux-leather wallet. With it comes a DVD telling you the best way to get to your seat, and Iâ€™m particularly delighted that my matchday experience will change little. Out the Arsenal tube, turn right rather than left, and, well, thatâ€™s about it.
Only thing is, Iâ€™ll be in the north end of the ground. Still lower, but not east. Sort of north-east lower.
The nameâ€™s redundant.