The morning after Arsenal's home defeat by West Ham I had a twelve inch double pepperoni pizza with extra jalapeño for breakfast. My wife knew I was upset as she tended to our child whilst I moped on the sofa. I am hungover. I am weary, I made the decision to get incredibly intoxicated after Arsenal's opening day defeat. It was the only way I knew how to deal with what had happened, the only way to deal with the abuse from rival fans, the only way to move forward. I'm regretting that decision.

I'm writing this from the comfort of my living room feeling quite lethargic after a weekend spent consuming only beverages of the alcoholic kind and quite a high quantity of them.