Date: 26th October 2007 at 1:41am
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Maybe it’s late, maybe I’ve had a few beers, but tonight I’m feeling exceedingly sorry for departed Spurs manager, Martin Jol.

Here at Vital Arsenal we have poked much fun at our neighbours and their manager, maybe too much at times but the banter is all good in this game of football, but this evening I felt genuine sympathy for Martin Jol.

I won’t pretend I think he was a great manager, infact I feel he was a poor tactician and a very questionable man manager, but he did ok for Spurs.

Since the arrival of Martin Jol, the old rivalry between the two factions of North London has been reignited, the fact that Spurs ran us to the last day of the season two terms ago meant comments between the two sets of supporters flowed freely, and that was all down to Jol.

I’ve stated on many occasions that I’m not only an Arsenal fan, but a football fan and a human being, and the latter thirds of that equation witnessed an incident at tonight’s UEFA cup clash at White Hart Lane that made me sick to the stomach.

Shortly after half time, news began to break that Martin Jol had handed in his resignation (yeah right) and with the match nicely poised at 1-1 the news audibly began to spread around the stadium.

With my Stella bottle empty I ventured into the kitchen in search of a colder, fuller version. As the bottle cap flew off I heard the screams of Peter Drury telling me that Spurs had conceded, and not for the first time this season I allowed myself a chuckle.

I rejoined my empty sofa to enjoy this moment of pure comedy, only to have the smile wiped from my face by the dirty grin of another. As the replay came to an end, footage turned to the directors area of the Lane where we were treated to an image of a Spurs big wig having something whispered in his ear immediately after the ball hit the net. Upon hearing what had been said, what can only be described as a ‘slimey wankerish grin’, slowly appeared on the face of Daniel Levy.

It doesn’t take a genius to work out the kind of thing that had been said and to be laughing as the team you are responsible for have just surrendered a lead in an important European game is unforgivable.

As football fans we are often treated to moments of loathing and disgust that we can barely comprehend, but the image of this smiling arsehole is something else entirely.

So, whilst the demise of the Lily Whites brings me extreme satisfaction, the way Martin Jol has been treated gives me no pleasure at all, infact I feel genuine sorrow for the fella.

He’s probably better off out of there anyway.