‘Arsenal could also be Premier League champions however that does not imply they did not bottle it’
BRENT A GOB: This week, Harry Brent’s having another pop at Arsenal and slamming the fans who think Harry Maguire should have been in England’s World Cup squad
Our man Harry Brent is fuming in his latest column
Now that the Premier League season’s done and dusted, let’s get one thing absolutely straight: Arsenal very much still bottled it.
Yes, they won the title and ended a 22-year drought. Yes, they probably deserved it. But like every Prime Minister we’ve been cursed with in the last decade, they only ended up on top because someone else f*****up.
Look at their results! Of the nine games they played against teams who finished in the top five, Arsenal lost five and won just two. Two! That’s as embarrassing a points tally as the one on Chelsea flop Wesley Fofana’s driving license.
A Slab in the face
I am having absolutely none of this plastic outrage surrounding Harry Maguire being left out of England’s World Cup squad.
Firstly, being shocked at the news of ‘Slabhead’ getting dropped is like being shocked at an Arsenal fan doing something insufferably cringe. I mean, what exactly did you expect?
Secondly, most of those whinging have as much right to complain about a Harry Maguire-related ‘injustice’ as Liam Delap would if Chelsea sold him for 50p this summer.
For years, Maguire has been the Jacob Rees-Mogg of English football: an odd-looking, slow-turning laughing stock who’s been meme’d into oblivion. He’s a national punching bag who’s been handed more grief than Wayne Rooney has P45s.
So bottle the false indignation and dry the crocodile tears. You two-faced mugs give as much of a toss about Maguire as Mo Salah does about dressing room harmony.
You can’t mock him with the same relentless consistency that Chelsea sign terrible goalkeepers, then suddenly moan about England losing a player with a “true connection” to the fanbase. If Maguire has been done dirty by anyone , it’s the fans.
Eur having a laugh
I’d just like to say a massive congratulations to Brighton on winning the 2026/27 Conference League. Oh, and I am absolutely buzzing for the upcoming Europa League final between Bournemouth and Sunderland.
Sarcasm aside, European football is going the same way as Alejandro Garnacho’s career: it’s dying a slow, painful death – and it’s entirely the Premier League’s fault.
It’s nothing against Aston Villa or Crystal Palace – it’s just that English football has become a lot like Todd Boehly. It has more money than sense, an overinflated ego, and absolutely no idea when to stop throwing cash around.
Our relegation-stragglers can now comfortably outbid historic European giants for the world’s best players and elite managers. So every single season will be the same boring garbage.
We’ll have English sides dominating Europe the way Big Sam dominates a Sunday carvery buffet – and the Europa and Conference Leagues will end up being the Carabao Cup with longer flights and worse airports.
Like hiring Jose Mourinho, this is a massive, costly, counterproductive disaster. If we don’t re-balance the scales – Thursday night football will become as predictable and mind-numbing as Lee Dixon’s punditry.
