The Mag
·30 septembre 2025
No intention of a train with smug Arsenal fans who hours earlier wanted Mikel Arteta sacked

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·30 septembre 2025
Here we go, Sunday morning and it is off to Kings Cross.
All going to plan with a couple of pre-noon beers and snacks, then we hit Doncaster.
Told to change trains, so we jump on the next train one,, which is Edinburgh bound.
Totally full when it arrives, so we muscle into first class with a load of Arsenal lads.
The Arsenal fans not in colours, probably the same age as me, are friendly enough and as our train trundles towards York, the consensus among these hardcore Arsenal fans is that Mikel Arteta is now on borrowed time. They even say if they don’t win today then he is a goner.
My son’s uncles are big Arsenal fans, as is my mother in law, and they all agree his time is up.
Music to my ears on the delayed Newcastle bound train as I joke with the Arsenal lads that we will win two nil but a draw would probably be an acceptable outcome.
A few more beers before the game then it is down to the main event, the reason for the arduous journey that so many football supporters undertake.
We take our seats in level 7 not far from the Arsenal mob and when Woltemade hits the back of the net, my two nil prediction seems as clear as day.
Chances are wasted to put the game to bed and some odd VAR and referee decisions mean we are not in the driving seat we should have been in.
Substitutions are made to try and kill the game but Arsenal get their tails up and once they equalise we have no attacking force. Harvey Barnes is thrown on but it is too little too late
The Arsenal fans celebrate at the end like they have won a trophy, having had luck on their side.
We once again trudge away from a game we knew we shouldn’t have lost.
Many trains back to London have been cancelled due to earlier disruption and I have no intention of standing on a train for three hours with smug cockneys, who just hours previously would happily have seen Mikel Arteta given the boot.
A couple of drinks in the Centurion before getting the last and Arsenal-free train back to London. Bring on Forest.
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