Tottenham Hotspur 0 – 0 Arsenal Barclays Premier League, White Hart Lane Sunday, February 08, 2009, 13:30 It was a 0 -0 scoreline yesterday, but not your usual 0-0. We were, of course, down to 10 men for about an hour, thanks totally and wholehearted to one player. One player who in a world of his own, a player who’s mind is not focused. A player who acts like a kid, who disrespects his manager and his team mates. A player whose petulance costs us points after points after points. A player to whom has lost all respect from the fans – to the point where his own fans boo him. A player who I can longer accept in or around our team. The “beautiful” Arsenal has a sore thumb the size of an apple. Thanks Emmanuel Eboue for throwing away two points. You can understand if a player gets sent off because of a bad challenge or a series of bad challenges. You can understand if he’s the last man and the opposition player is through on goal. You can understand these things. But to talk yourself into a yellow card by sheer chatback and then kick out at a player when you’re on the floor is not excusable. When you think you’ve got away with it scott free – to go up to another player and “pat him on the back” is just plain embarrassing. Eboue – you are the worst player I can remember to grace the Emirates and I wish you would just leave. Just leave and take your bags, take your diving, sarcastic clapping and patting on the back with you. Take it all. Please. The Ivorian will now be suspended for the Cardiff game – and with Arshavin illegible, it leaves us dearly short on options. The worst thing of all of this, is that Eboue looked like the most penetrating player on the pitch prior to his dismissal. And again, the other stupid thing is that the little idiot has tried to defend himself. Just admit you were wrong.
“The referee sent me off. For the first yellow card I did not say anything bad. I was in front of the ball and I was talking with Almunia [following a foul]. After that I said [to the referee] you have to whistle before and he said OK. I came back to take my place and then he called me and gave me a yellow card. I don’t really understand why. For the second one, I touched him. I put my leg up because [Modric] had touched me before in front of the referee and he did not say anything. He kicked me when I tried to go forward and I put my leg up. The second