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A Small Minority of Idiots

Five Things We Learned from This Weekend's Football

Tomas Rosicky isn't the solution – he's the problem.

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It Took Bradford City to Derobe Emperor Mourinho
Ever since his tenure at Real Madrid, up there with David Moyes at United and your man from Raiders of the Lost Ark when it comes to rapid ageing, José's lost the swarthy swagger that could make "the Emperor has no clothes" a sexual pun. Even so, it's no less relevant after a team that all and sundry were hyping as the "New Invincibles" got sunk by Bradford City.

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If ever there were proof required that this current side are not of the calibre of Mourinho's previous Chelsea juggernaut, this was it. Losing a game at home was unthinkable for the Cech-Cole-Terry-Lampard-Drogba team, let alone after being 2-0 up against a side from the third division. It's been 50 years since that happened to Chelsea, Mourinho or not. True, unless you're a pundit with former alcohol or gambling issues you probably weren't predicting them for the treble, but this was a most brutal indication of their fallibility.

Chelsea are, as good old Mao would say, a paper tiger. The title's been anyone's since day one, everybody just got fooled by Diego Costa's Amr Zaki period into thinking the chase wasn't worth bothering with. They may well be a great team in the near future, but with this one result, the smart money is suddenly on this side being what it is: a selection of players who Real Madrid and PSG decided not to buy for probably the right reasons.

Manchester City Became a Victim of Cliché
The manner of Chelsea's defeat shielded City from more embarrassment this weekend. But have you seen the first goal? If there's a more "plucky lower-league cloggers doing their best to get up in the grills of the big boys" effort in human history, I've yet to see it. Boro literally tackled the ball into the net.

It was the ultimate fulfillment of the cliche so beloved of everyone who bangs on about "the magic of the Cup": brave lower-league lads twatting pampered Premier League mercenaries. It was even carried out by Middlesbrough, the least glamorous team from the hardest and most deprived region of England.

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Does it mean anything beyond cliche? Only that if City win the league, the idea we're living in a golden age of English football is an utterly embarrassing one.

Louis Van Gaal Might Not Be Any Kind of Genius
After City and Chelsea's failures, a lot of people were saying that the Cambridge 0-0 – achieved via a display of shameful cowardice by a team assembled with hundreds of millions of pounds – actually looked like a pretty good result for Manchester United. These people are, of course, idiots.

If you're a United fan, the worst thing about it was that Van Gaal astonishingly relented to the "4-4-2" chants, and duly sent his side out without eight defenders, and yet the same problems were there.

The main observation from all of this is that Van Gaal's luck is continuing. David Moyes didn't oversee any result like this, nor did he throw away a lead against Leicester City or get tonked by a franchise. The results in the big games have been cited in Van Gaal's defence, but a last-minute scramble after a corner against Chelsea and playing Liverpool when they were at the lowest ebb is all that backs that up. If he doesn't do something soon, people are going to start to talk.

Tomas Rosicky Isn't the Solution, He's the Problem
The Whole Foods Derby didn't fail to disappoint this weekend, although Arsenal managed to scrape the best result out of the big teams in actually managing to secure a victory. Even then they needed a man of the hour, though, someone to stand up when all but he had fled, and that man was Tomas Rosicky. Congratulations if you're reading this Tomas, and enjoy that champagne.

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"If you love football, you love Rosicky," gushed Wenger – look, everybody likes to see a guy come back from injury and be the player he was again, and everybody should aspire to be like a guy who can still pull off "twink" at 34, but this'll earn him a new contract. He'll be starting against Chelsea next September, and Arsenal will wonder why they're still finishing fourth in May. Please god, send a flamboyant Thai billionaire to take over this club and inject some common sense.

Correction Corner
Let it not be said that Five Things is a self-serving column. No, this is here for you, the fans, and when we get it wrong, we hold our hands up and apologise. Recently we claimed that France and Scotland were where it was at – not just in life, but also in football, as they were producing the two best title races of the season. Unfortunately, we now understand that this advice was complete shite.

Much like Scotland in their last game against England, Aberdeen have crumbled under their own pressure and shat the bed as soon as it was suggested they might actually provide credible opposition. Now, we're relying on Inverness. Things are no better in France either, with PSG playing poorly but comfortably putting Saint-Etienne out of the picture last night after Marseille continued to collapse. Lyon are still leading, but they're being carried by a 24-year-old "youngster" who could yet have his career ruined by Liverpool this season – it's not going to last.

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The ultimate lesson here is that glory is temporary, pain is forever. As in war, politics and love, sheer weight of resources always tells in the end, and in time the end is all anyone will ever care or talk about. Cling onto the morsels of fun that fate flings at you – if you don't support a club who are frequently mentioned in the same sentence as "petrodollars" then you're shit out of luck.

@Callum_TH

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