Date: 17th December 2007 at 3:44am
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Here at Vital Arsenal, we try to call things as we see them, be honest about the comings and goings of Arsenal Football Club.

This weekend is no different. If I’m being truthful, this article has been on the horizon for quiet sometime, and rather regrettably, the time has come for a few home truths.

Cesc Fabregas is arguably one of the best central midfielders on the planet, the young Spaniard is true class (as opposed to the fake class that Fat Frank portrays), but between genius and insanity there is a fine line, a line which Cesc is threatening to step over.

Since Fabregas’ rise to the top of domestic football, the midfielder has shown us his vision for the game, he has also shown us his vindictive and petulant side.

As the ‘Grand Slam Sunday’ clash drew to it’s close, Cesc Fabregas took out his frustrations on former Gooner, and all round vile human-being, Ashley Cole, and crashed into him from behind, bringing the former best left back in the world to the ground. Ashley Cole (equally as petulant and stupid) launched what could only be described as a ‘girly slap’ into the mush of our Cesc. Let’s be fair about this, Ashley Cole should had walked along with Fabregas, but it was hardly a knockout hay-maker, in fact, I’d wager even Ricky Hatton would have stayed on his feet (Sorry Ricky, we love you really), however the Arsenal man held his face as though he’d caught one from Old Prezza himself.

It’s not really the sort of thing we want to see from our ‘heroes’, indeed, thousands of aspiring young footballers look up to him as a role model and a mentor, and if we truly harbour wishes to rid our game of the cancers that spoil it, then it’s up to the so called super stars to set an example.