Take Lisbon, London, Liverpool, Manchester, Milan, Turin and now Barcelona. What do these cities have in common? Well I’d tell you. They’ve all experienced the Mourinho effect (Hurricane Mourinho) sweeping through their corridors. Now I can still see the bemused looks on the faces of the Catalonians (fans and players alike) and I wonder why that is? Dumb asses!! Whiles the first 3 or so cities can’t be blamed if they felt like they had been caught on their blind sides, Barcelona certainly has no excuse. I find it extremely hard to understand why they all stood there looking clueless, like not knowing what just hit them. They knew this man and what he had done to them in the past. Yet I heard one fan wailing and asking,” Who’s this man?” I know,losing to a rival is always painful. But rather than acting like babies (or even better like Arsene and the Gunners) Barcelona should have seen this coming. I certainly did call it. The writings were on the wall after their meeting on Saturday. Over 60 minutes and still Casillas had had no save to make. Am afraid Pep has to come up with a new game plan and quickly so, because the Special One has got his number and is dialling it like nobody’s business.

That notwithstanding, a great night of football it was. For a minute, I had fallen in love with soap operas and how I wish this particular one will never end. I don’t know about you but as a neutral's delight I was hoping for a nerve wrecking penalty shoot-outs. Sorry Madrid fans, but that would have made for a befitting conclusion. Whiles Mourinho ensured that El Clasico was no spectacle, that wasn’t the case at White Hart Lane. Anytime you hear of a ding-dong affair, you can’t help but wonder if Arsene and his boys are in town. Well…yes they were! And they didn’t fail to disappoint. Throwing away a healthy 2 goal lead, AGAIN, to hand Chelsea the initiative of hunting down United for the title. Unbelievable that, considering Chelsea’s many many problems. I believe it’s about time Arsenal Football Club officially entered the Oxford Dictionary. Don’t you agree? But since we all know there’s no chance of that happening in the near future, we will create a Couch Dictionary to be used by all couch-loungers. Thus the first word to be proudly “inducted” into our dictionary (applause) is Arsenal (now how convenient, it starts with the letter A)–“a very rare ability to deliberately avoid success even when it is staring at you squarely in the face”. Now I need a definition for Balotelli.

Anyway I was telling you about my friend Yaw Bobbie’s trip to the UK for the Ghana Wembley date and you lot thought I was lying. Well it turns out West Ham’s Carlton Cole had the good fortune of observing events from the same vantage point as my good friend. He wrote on his twitter page “Immigration has surrounded the Wembley premises! I knew it was a trap! The only way to get out safely is to wear an England jersey and paint your face with the St George’s flag!”. This only goes to confirm what Yaw was telling me after the game. Unfortunately for Cole, unlike Yaw, he was fined £20,000 for his thoughts which he intends to donate the money to any charity organization in Ghana. Now don’t be an idiot Carlton. You and I both know that you really meant to say that and it wasn’t a joke. In any case thanks to Anas, we all know what happens to monies donated to charity in Ghana.