I know it’s a bit late for a match report but I’m buzzing about this game. It was my first Arsenal game for about two months so I’m was looking forward to it despite it being the derby. When I got to the station on Saturday morning to head into Finsbury Park the butterflies started kicking in. You know when you don’t know whether you’re nervous or excited or both but you cannot wait for the game, well it was one of those ones.

I loved being back at Arsenal, and the atmosphere was extra special on Saturday. Walking to my gate I caught my first glimpse of the ‘Arsenalization’ and made it into the ground a very keen half hour early. The stadium slowly started building up though and as the teams came out the place erupted.

There was a fantastic noise coming from the crowd all game and it was nice to see. Shame we can’t just do that every game but at least I was there when there was that atmosphere.

As Spurs will protest, the first 40-odd minutes were fairly even. Well is wasn’t particularly but if you ask any Spurs fan it was. They had a great chance right at the end of that period when a ball was put through for Robbie Keane who couldn’t quite get his little legs onto. He knew that was a big chance and we were lucky he was born a pikey midget.

Minutes later we made it 1-0. RVP reacted quicker that King to a ball Sagna put in low and squeezed it between the post and Gomes’ butterfingers. The Spurs ‘keeper had made a fantastic save from Fabregas earlier in half but he really let his team down here.

When the first goal went in the place was mental. I feel sorry for the bloke next to me, I’m pretty sure I broke his foot when I landed on it after a giant leap. We we’re still celebrating the first when the second went in. Sloppy Spurs handed the ball to Fabregas in the centre circle who took on the entire team to go one-on-one within seconds of kick-off. The finish was cool and collected and the celebration was spine-tingling.

The Grove went fucking mental, two goals against Spurs in the space of a minute and that incredible run from Fabregas just got a bit much and I didn’t know how to express how happy I was. Just sort of jumping around, screaming and punching the air like a lunatic.

We didn’t stop singing until half time and when the whistle went for the break there was a huge cheer as if we’d won the game. We hadn’t though. There was still 45 minutes to go and we had only just found ourselves in this two-goal lead. We needed to keep our heads up and not get carried away; this game was nowhere near won yet.

The third goal game on the hour. Just before that Spurs had another chance with a free kick in a decent position but Almunia simply palmed it over the bar. If that had gone in then things might’ve changed… but it didn’t… and we went on to open a three-goal lead.

Eduardo was taken out on the right wing, everyone inside the ground stopped expecting a free kick to be given. The incident happened right in front of where I sit and I was just about to shout at the ref for not allowing the advantage when I noticed he was waving play on… oops. Sagna saw this too, got the ball and carried on down the right. He played it in for van Persie in the middle but Ledly King got ahead of him and Gomes was in a good position to collect it. However both of them fucked it up allowing the ball to squeeze between them both onto the foot of van Persie who made it 3-0 to The Arsenal. Comical defending from the ever-hilarious Tottenham Hotspur.

It was really game over from here. I was never 100% sure it was over after last year but we were way on top. Eduardo had a fantastic chance to make it 4-0 and really put it to bed when he went thorough on goal with acres of space. Gomes came out, he thought about the chip, steadied himself and went to place it in low along the ground. I watched the ball trickle past the left post in disbelief, you’d expect Eduardo of all people to finish a chance like that – he had too much time.

We should’ve made it 4-0 in injury time when Ramsey and Cesc broke on the Tottenham defence. It was hilarious watching Bassong pull his hamstring chasing Ramsey leaving just one defender to pass around; I don’t know what was going through his head but Aaron passed straight to that solitary defender and the attack was over. Oh well.

So 3-0 it finished, a solid win but 4 or 5 nil would’ve been much, much sweeter. We could complain about those two sitters but when you’re three goals up I guess it’s not that important. All that’s important is the win and watching the scum in the corner walk quietly up the stairs with their heads hung low.

Almunia returned but never really had a save to make. Apart from that free kick stop he made some good catches from crosses but that was it.

I was a bit disappointed with Abou Diaby who I found myself shouting at countless times. He was sloppy, a bit lazy and made poor decisions. I really just wanted to see him do something good but he really didn’t have a great game. Everyone else was great though, Clichy looked like his old self I thought, Sagna got two assits, Vermaelen + Gallas were solid, Fabregas bossed the midfield, Song was on top form and van Persie was on fire. Arshavin wasn’t amazing again, I’m not going to say he was bad because he did create some good stuff but he just wasn’t his best. Bendtner went off injured in the first half and afterwards Wenger said it could be bad, maybe about a month out.

Lets not concentrate on that for now. Let’s look at Harry Redknapp twitching in the corner looking at loss with his side. Let’s look at all the shit that was said before the game from their camp and how they didn’t even come near us on the day. Let’s look at Cesc Fabregas taking on that whole bunch of useless twats from the halfway line and scoring like we’d just won the world cup. Actually yeah, lets look at that.

Well enjoy the victory as long as you can, I know I am. Thanks for reading.