Psychodrama is always around the corner at Arsenal

Damn, Arsenal. Damn Arsenal, put it as you like, but we hadn’t yet finished spitting on the pupil who surpasses the master, presenting the beauty of Arteta’s game learned and perfected at the school of Pep Guardiola, which Manchester City reminded the Gunners who’s in charge in Premier League. Now the two teams are level on points even though the Londoners are a game away, but as always when it comes to Arsenal for a couple of decades, psychodrama is around the corner. Arteta says the boys are “very motivated” for the title race, but Guardiola knows all too well this is when those who have been ahead for so long and have now been caught up start to get scared of losing. Provided that in the meantime, as in Italy with Juventus, the sporting justice does not decide the entry with a straight leg from behind.

And speaking of coming from behind, let me make one of the last toasts to heterosexuality, as the latest developments have made it more outdated than offside without var. It’s been a week that he’s goofing off for The coming out by Jankto, one that half of you thought had already quit and the other half didn’t even know. On Valentine’s Day, the accounts of most of the most important clubs in the world celebrated gay love with rainbow scarves and banners in the stadiums, there Juventus told the beauty of love between women of its players (best wishes to the team for when the two have – can we say? – the balls turned around for their quarrels at home: “Why don’t you pass it to me? What’s wrong?”, “Nothing”). Now, that’s all fine, but what does all this have to do with football? I’m sorry, but on this side of the pub counter we will never get over the fact that the most beautiful sport in the world should be treated as if it were an editorial in the Guardian, an evening at the Sanremo festival or a sex education lesson in a school in California: football performs its educational task by putting the kids on the field, making them be a team, teaching them that you have to win and that you can lose, not forcing everyone to engage in more or less civilized battles because they are in fashion.

Get ready for the wave of coming out, of reprimands to fans who do not applaud inside sustainable stadiums while drinking non-alcoholic beers and eating vegan burgers. And no, I’m not talking about this, not to mention how Milan sliced ​​up Tottenham and Borussia beat Chelsea (we’ll make up for it in the second leg, of course, just as Manchester United will eliminate the hysterical paymasters of Blaugrana referees from the Barcelona). It seems that we can no longer talk about football without stumbling upon stories of gays, lesbians and transsexuals. The Canada and United States women’s national teams met in the must-see SheBelieves Cup Thursday night, wearing purple gender equality ribbons and a white “Defend Trans Joy” ribbon before the game. Now I understand from their point of view the battle to have salaries adequate to those of men – especially for national teams like those, who don’t win anything and nobody takes a shit – but to defend men who, feeling like women, in a few years will also demand to play in their place seems crazy to me. I, waiting to sink into my blonde, get ready for the weekend to scream in the Premier League. While there is still.