Morning all,

I was going through the blogs the other day and came across a comment that made me take heed, a simple little comment that can shed a little bit of light on to our youngsters inability to defend tackle and show a little bottle. I sat there and read this piece two or three times and thought to myself I must tell you guys.

You may have come across this as well but as no one else had mentioned it I thought I would but before I do, I would like to tell you a little story about my school days and this may also have a bearing on what I had read, this also may have happened to you or maybe it’s happening to your kids.

Anyway, here it is.

Bullying at my school – I was a bit of a tear away I’ll admit but one kid was a bully and he hounded me from infant school to secondary, he bullied me right up to when I left school. I would try and fight back but never did I get the upper hand. I suffered nose bleeds, ripped shirts and I can even remember my first pair of long trousers being ripped as a result of a tussle with him.

After I left I thought that was it but no I started to get phone calls at the house calling me out so, just he could give me a hiding I used to put the phone down.  I found a job and had to cycle about five miles to work, one morning after a phone call from him and his mates the night before, I saw him at a bus stop, there was a long line of people but something snapped inside of me and I rode over to him, threw my bike down and stared him in the face – finally I had the bottle, ‘well come on then’ I said.

That was it, I steamed in fist feet head butts I threw everything in and after about 30 seconds he said ‘I’ve had enough’.

I turned picked my bike up and proceeded on my journey, all I could hear were the people at the bus stop jeering at me and calling me a bully as I cycled off.

Granted people may have got the wrong end of the stick but they didn’t know what I had to endure over many years and after that incident, the phone calls stopped, the bullying stopped and that was that.

Now I have bored you with that little ditty, back to our boys and where we are lacking.

We don’t show a great deal of bottle and we get pushed and shoved all over the place.  We lack heart and self belief and as the season has worn on and especially after the cup final our will to win has gone.

Now to get back to the comment I read.

Why does an Elephant that has been chained up since it was young, not break the chain that he could so easily do and escape.

A strange one wouldn’t you say?

The answer is – because when he was young and five times smaller, he tried to break the chain and couldn’t. That image has stayed with him through all of his life, so he has never tried again.

A Free Elephant is a Happy Elephant.....

The moral of this story

Well I believe its time Wenger showed those lads how to break that chain and get their bottle back.

Bring some pride back to North London, what do you say?

Written by Steve Palmer the Arsenal bully.

I’m not around until later, so behave……… 😉