Preliminary thoughts on Paris and Barcelona

I’VE BEEN THINKING about Highbury and Paris.

After I’ve written some previews of Paris, I’ll write up my Highbury highlights. That is a hard one to figure out and summarise but it has to be done, if only for the sake of “closure”, that appalling term used by Amerikan psychologists.

Uni students lose 10% on all essays handed in late, I know, but late is better than never.

On next Wednesday’s final, I’m not tuned into the event yet, but have had some preliminary thoughts.

Also, in recent days I’ve suffered too many severe blows and feel punch-drunk.

Rooney is out of the World Cup and I’m still devastated by that. Scolari did not get the job and I was gutted about that. Don’t know if he would have been great in England, but I’d have loved to find out. Diaby suffered a sickening injury, having his ankle smashed to bits by a malicious tackle. Keith Richard fell out of a coconut tree in Fiji and needed brain surgery – I’m a Stones fan.

And Sven made a mockery of the World Cup by picking Theo Walcott, a kid who can have no impact whatever in Germany, however skilful and fast he looks when training at London Colney. I wish Walcott well, I really do, but fail to see how he is relevant to the 2006 World Cup.

In a 10-day period, that’s a lot of blows to absorb.And Steve McClaren got the job!!!!Ouch !!!!!

On Paris, my preliminary thoughts are :

1. I really hope Arsene Wenger wins it because he has given so much to football, bringing science and style to London’s biggest club.

2. Arsenal have one genius, Barcelona have several.

3. I wish Senderos was fit.

4. I’m extending my new theory from the quarters and semis into the final. This time you can’t argue : second legs don’t exist. This is one leg and then they hand the biggest trophy in club football to Puyol or Henry.

My advice to Arsenal is : get your noses in front and hang on , as you did against Madrid, Juventus and Villarreal. It will be a tight game, not an end-to-end goal festival.

With the SAS, it’s : he who dares, wins.

With the European Cup Final, it’s : he who scores first, wins.

Today’s a lovely sunny day and I’m taking some time off and at 1.30 we will be in Churchill’s Secret Bunker. It’s only open two days a year and it’s hard to get the free tickets but we got two and we can’t wait.

I love secret London, the bits they don’t let you see.