Morning all.

We’ve seen a few of first team our players head off to Manchester City, well now it’s the turn of the ladies as defenderΒ Steph Houghton will make the switch at the end of this month. The England International moved to Arsenal from Leeds three years ago and she’ll be missed.

In other news but to no great surprise, Arsenal FC announced yesterday that JoshΒ Kroenke has been appointed as a non-executive director.

He’s thrilled to be joining Daddy:

It is an honour to join the board of Arsenal. This reaffirms our family’s long-term commitment to the Club.

Arsenal is in a strong position on and off the pitch. We are enjoying a period of growth for Arsenal and the Premier League. We look forward to an exciting future that includes winning trophies, increasing our already impressive support around the globe and extending our commercial opportunities.

We strongly feel our experience in sports management, marketing and broadcast will be an asset to an already impressive board.

You keep working on the ‘winning trophies’ part Josh!

There are stories going around this morning

Onto today’s post from Allevkev.

During the summer of 1978, myself and a group of pals decided to form a football team. None of us were, how can delicately put it, very technically gifted, but we were enthusiastic, keen and loved our football. A bit like Perry Groves…

As we’d formed up quite late we had a job finding a league but eventually ‘got the gig’ in, if I remember correctly, the East London Sunday League.

Unfortunately the only spare place was in a Division about 5 divisions higher than we should have been in. Don’t ask me how ‘they’ worked that out as I still don’t know but it meant that every Sunday was a combination of The Alamo, Little Big Horn and Cannae. In other words a massacre, but we were all Footie fans so we played or were thrashed, for the love of the game.

Just imagine Man City playing Spurs every week? Well actually that’s quite a nice thought….

Our season began very encouragingly though and after a few weeks ‘training’ we had our one and only pre-season game, against one of the teams in our division. It was also a trial game for a goalkeeper, a long, tall guy with long flowing hair (a bit like Lee) whose name escapes me, so let’s call him Stevo…

As a contest the game was a bit of a foretaste of what was to come. We lined up 4 4 2 (or something like that) but quickly switched, a la Mourinho, to a pragmatic 9 0 1, that is we were forced to ‘park the bus’…

I remember playing right-back and spending the entire game on the edge of our box defending wave after wave of attacks…
We’d left our winger up front as he couldn’t tackle a custard tart but there was always a chance that we’d get lucky. He was also a lazy goal-hanger…

Our Back Nine battled bravely but occasionally, well for most of the game actually, our opponents pierced our dogged defence, firing in a barrage of shots and headers on goal.Β The opposition totally dominated, peppering our goal but in between those white sticks stood our saviour, Stevo…

Whenever the ball arrowed towards our goal looking destined for the back of the net, there he was, leaping from side to side, pushing the ball over the bar, tipping it around the post and diving at a forwards feet like Bob Wilson. Free kicks, corners, you name it, he saved it.

We should have lost 8-0, instead we won, yes we won, won 1-0. With our solitary breakaway, there he was, our custard tart winger, who sprung the off-side trap, rounded the keeper and stuck it in the onion bag…

Our opponents threw the kitchen sink at us after that, but with Gordon ‘Stevo’ Banks in goals, we triumphed. Of course at the end we all crowded around and congratulated our hero Stevo as our opponents shook their heads in disbelief…

After that game the league season began in earnest and Stevo morphed from Gordon Banks into Tyra Banks!

The wonderful show-stopping performance of pre-season became a distant memory. Stevo flapped and fumbled his way up to the Christmas break as one goalkeeping gaff followed another, before departing.

I’m not sure where he went, probably into the RNIB Sunday League!Β As for Fields FC, as we were known, all coming from the London Fields neighbourhood, we didn’t survive into a second season.

For myself, I decided to become Mr Popular by taking a referee’s course and then spoiling everyone’s weekend thereafter.

And the moral of this tale?

Well Gooners, just be grateful that we have Wojciech Szczesny in goal, and not Stevo!

Written by Allezkev