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Six Nations 2011: Chris Ashton keeps on smiling, diving and scoring

Less than a year after his England debut the winger has grabbed attention with his tries and his celebrations

  • Michael Aylwin
  • guardian.co.uk, Saturday 19 February 2011 22.00 GMT <li class="history">Article history
    Chris-Ashton-007.jpg
    Chris Ashton just can't help himself when it comes to scoring tries for England. Photograph: Henry Browne/Action Images Anyone would think he had become the first man in history to dive over a tryline, the first to score four tries in a match, the first to enjoy himself on a rugby field.
    To England fans, it probably does feel a bit like that. And so Chris Ashton has become a hero – within a year of his international debut, the most talked-about man in European rugby. Even more impressively, perhaps, he has managed to turn that commonplace flourish of the prolific try-scorer, the swallow dive, into a matter of intense and widespread debate. Should we celebrate it as an expression of his irrepressible joy, or should we frown upon it as an indulgence or a slight upon the opposition? And what if he drops the ball?
    The airwaves have been crackling with these questions, but at the middle of it all we have a young man of 23 who cannot stop smiling and cannot stop scoring. Nine tries from nine Tests, and they comprise some defining scores in some defining wins. Even England's one proper setback in their recent improvement, the defeat by South Africa, maintained the correlation between the progress of England and that of Ashton. He was knocked out in a first-half collision with Victor Matfield and played most of the match stumbling around with concussion.
    Ashton's star has risen perfectly in line with England's. Is it just a coincidence? He is just a finisher, after all. No, says Martin Johnson. "He's more than just a finisher. He's a good lad. He has brought an energy to the team, as have all the young guys. Everything's a little bit new to them, it's all exciting, and they're having fun."
    So, too, is Johnson. Not so long ago a defining image of England was of Johnson smashing a table in frustration at yet another penalty conceded. Now the cameras turn to him during a match and there is a fair chance he will be smiling. He has caught the Ashton bug as much as anyone. "I always have fun," he says, practically laughing. "It's a weakness, isn't it?"
    James Haskell is less measured on the emotional front and leaves us in no doubt about what Ashton's swooping does for him. "All I can say from a player's point of view," he says, "is that when Ashy scored and did it with confidence, my first reaction was: 'That's awesome, I love it.' He's put two fingers up and he's playing with confidence. It put a smile on my face and it just lifted the whole occasion. It wasn't necessarily the diving, it's just the fact that players are playing in this England squad with no inhibitions."
    It is this exuberance that is endearing Ashton to his public. Diving for tries is nothing new. What strikes a chord is that he cannot seem to help himself. Here is what he said before the Italy game, in the wake of his swallow dive against Wales, which prompted warnings from the management not to jeopardise the team's hard-earned tries. "If I'd dropped it, there would have been a whole world of pain. I'll not be doing that again."
    We all know what happened next. There were five seconds between Ashton receiving the ball for his first try against Italy and the scoring of it, plenty of time for us to turn over in our minds the question of how he was going to do it. We might as well have had a stand-off between him and Johnson. Twickenham was like a classroom of 80,000 kids holding their breath as the school miscreant was hauled up in front of the headmaster. And, boom, the place erupted at the sheer cheek of the boy.
    "I didn't think about it until I was close to the line," he said that night. "I was going, eeny, meeny, miny, moe. I got to moe, so I thought I'd better do it." It's as if when it comes to swallow-diving he can't help himself.
    Such antics tell us more about the boy than any number of interviews. Graham Mayor is a family friend of the Ashton's from Wigan. His son, Chris, is a professional rugby player, who played for a few years with Ashton at Northampton, and his daughter, Katie-Beth, was one of Ashton's best friends at primary school. She gave him his first scar, still there on his forehead, when they clashed heads in their rush to get to the playground, succeeding where Matfield failed by sending Ashton to hospital.
    "He was always a cheeky chappie," says Mayor, "but not in an offensive sort of way. He was endearing, because that smile you see now on the telly, he's always had that, and it's got him out of a lot of scrapes."
    Ashton's adventure into professional rugby started in rugby league with Wigan, for whom he made his debut as an 18-year-old in 2005, filling the boots of the legendary Kris Radlinski. True to his subsequent form, he scored twice. "He certainly doesn't let much get to him," says Radlinski. "He doesn't see the seriousness of life – it's just a big party to him. He seems to have matured a lot, listening to him in interviews, but I like his outlook on life. He plays like he's on a field with his mates."
    In his first full season as Wigan's full-back, he was top try-scorer and looked set fair to become Radlinski's heir. "He might have been if he'd been managed better, but it's amazing how things happen. One minute he was frozen out, and his career could have gone either way. Luckily, he knuckled down and it has all paid off."
    The dream of being the next Radlinski turned sour, as Ashton was dropped in his second season and took the huge step of turning to rugby union, when Northampton signed him in 2007. "When he broke into the team he had no money," says Ian Millward, his first coach at Wigan. "But we put him on a full-time contract of maybe twenty-something thousand. By the time union came in I'd left the club, but I reckon it was to his disappointment that Wigan let him go. His agent [Andrew Clarke] told me he was prepared to stay for £75,000. It was his town and his team, and he'd always wanted to be the No1 full-back for Wigan. But they didn't think he was worth that."
    Northampton were offering him £140,000. For a 20-year-old, there was only one decision to make, whatever the heart said.
    His first season at Northampton was a riot. The Saints had been relegated to the First Division. Ashton scored with his first touch and went on to register an extraordinary 41 tries in 28 games. But his inexperience of the intricacies of union caught up with him when Northampton went up to the Premiership, and he went through his second "second season", languishing in the reserves for long stretches, wondering whether union was for him after all.
    For all his carefree irreverence, though, another trait that comes up over and again is his work ethic. Everything about Ashton's game may look effortless, but his gracefulness is belied by relentless industry beneath the surface, on and off the field.
    "In that season in the First Division he was a complete unknown and he was scoring tries for fun," says Jim Mallinder, his director of rugby at Northampton. "What's pleasing about Chris is that he then had to go back and work hard at his game in that first year in the Premiership. But he's now moved it back to where it was, and he's managing to do it not only at Premiership level but at international level."
    Attracting almost as much comment as his dives has been this ground-breaking knack he has for finding himself on the shoulder of the right team-mate at the right time. It looks simple, but it involves a rare instinct for second-guessing the patterns of a game, and it does indeed involve a hell of a lot of work, running countless, often unrewarded supporting lines.
    It also involves sheer speed, which is another thing Ashton has worked on. Northampton have employed Frans Bosch, the Dutch sprint coach who is currently working with Wales.
    "Rugby players have the same deficit when it comes to sprinting," says Bosch, "and if you keep on playing rugby it gets worse. If you are carrying a ball into contact, you have a tendency to crunch over a little bit. Then you switch off your abdominals and the muscles that are important for high-speed running. If you're diligent it can be fixed in about three months, and Chris has really bought into it. You can see a big difference in his running."
    You can see a big difference in the England team, too. They have 10 tries in two games this Six Nations, and Ashton has six of them, equalling the Six Nations record of Will Greenwood and Shane Williams with three rounds to go. He is also in sight of the all-time record, eight tries, set by England's Cyril Lowe and Scotland's Ian Smith in the opening decades of the last century, when it was the Five Nations.
    Everything is coming off for Ashton, and English rugby has not enjoyed someone enjoying himself like this since Greenwood, Ben Cohen et al were scoring every which way at the start of the millennium. He will almost certainly have to endure a third "second season" at some point when international rugby adjusts to the Ashton energy. How he reacts to that will define the nature of his star. It says a lot for him already that press, public and manager all hope against hope that it should never come down to earth with a dislodged ball bobbling harmlessly away.
    People just really like Chris Ashton.
 
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India prove too strong for Bangladesh in World Cup opener

India 370-4 beat Bangladesh 283-9 by 87 runs



  • Vic Marks
  • guardian.co.uk, Saturday 19 February 2011 16.48 GMT <li class="history">Article history
    Virender-Sehwag-007.jpg
    Virender Sehwag hits another six during his stunning innings of 175 against Bangladesh at Mirpur in the Cricket World Cup. Photograph: Daniel Berehulak/Getty Images The most eagerly awaited sporting occasion in Bangladesh's history finally arrived. The streets had been swept like never before; a request that unnecessary journeys should not be made had been taken on board by most of the locals so that the roads in Dhaka were gobsmackingly empty on the way to the stadium.
    Beggars had already been tempted off the streets by being granted $2 per day for a period of three months "to compensate for a loss of earnings".
    Fourteen big screens had been erected around the city so that fans, unable to get tickets, could join together for this historic day. A four-day national holiday had been instigated.
    The pitch was true, the outfield fast and the sun was out, peeking through the smog. Everything was ready for the party, whereupon Virender Sehwag played the party-pooper. India's champion opening batsman, who had promised us before the match that he would bat for longer and show a bit more discretion than usual in this tournament, was true to his word. He hit 175 from 140 balls out of India's total of 370 for four.
    The target was always going to be too great even though the home batsmen later produced a spirited display. In their 50 overs on a featherbed pitch Bangladesh mustered 283 for nine, thereby losing by 87 runs.
    Defeat, but no disgrace.
    An expectant crowd had cheered Shakib al Hasan's team deliriously when they entered the ground. Yet for the next three and a half hours an eerie silence settled on the stadium. There was so little for the locals to cheer.
    The pattern of the game was set by the first ball. It was propelled by Shafiul Islam and it was fractionally short of a length and fractionally wide. Sehwag just popped on to his toes and stroked it to the cover boundary with perfect timing. He does not allow any margin for error.
    So the increasingly hirsute opener from Delhi &#8211; he has had the same sort of treatment as Jacques Kallis, Ricky Ponting et al &#8211; was on his way after one ball: 12 runs came from that first over, 12 more from the second and already any thoughts of a repeat of India's defeat by Bangladesh in a World Cup match four years ago (the accountants remember that loss in the Caribbean even if you do not) began to be banished.
    Sehwag was imperious; Sachin Tendulkar soon suggested that he was in fine fettle as well. At last, in the 11th over, the crowd had something to cheer. The greatest batsman of his era may not be the greatest runner between the wickets in the history of the game. For the 33rd time in his one-day international career he was run out and, while we could never accuse Sehwag of being an enthusiastic runner, Tendulkar was the culpable partner.
    Tendulkar clipped the ball towards Shakib at midwicket and set off for an optimistic single. Sehwag did not. So both of India's openers were at the same end and Tendulkar had to go, a chance to edge closer to 100 international hundreds had been squandered (he needs three more). There was no doubt that this surface had offered him a great chance of his 98th.
    Instead Sehwag capitalised effortlessly. For a while Gautam Gambhir kept him company until the left-hander unaccountably missed an off-break from Mahmudullah. Then Virat Kohli, in his first World Cup match, allied with Sehwag in the critical 203-run partnership.
    Sehwag inevitably caught the eye, scoring rapidly and running slowly but the relative newcomer Kohli hinted at true calibre as well. He scored almost as swiftly as his senior partner and flicked the ball between the fielders with fluid wrists and easy timing. One notable feature of this run riot was the number of reverse sweeps played by the India batsmen, who are acknowledged masters of spin. There were none.
    For a while it looked as if the World Cup record of Gary Kirsten, who was in the India dressing room as their coach, would be surpassed. Kirsten hit 188 against the United Arab Emirates in 1996. After reaching his century Sehwag swung merrily and his energy conservation was advanced by the acquisition of a runner. Finally, a heave against Shakib misfired and he was bowled off the inside edge. There was just time for Kohli to register an impressive century in the final over of the innings.
    For a while Bangladesh's response ignited the crowd. Imrul Kayes, supposedly the blocker, was on strike when Sreesanth's third over yielded 24 runs. The 50 came up in five overs and the roars of approval echoed around Dhaka. Meanwhile, Tamim Iqbal, supposedly the dasher, struggled with his timing. Even though the Bangladesh batsmen reminded us of their quality they could not seriously threaten India's victory. The damage had already been done.
    All of the home batsmen made their contributions, but only Sreesanth of the Indian bowlers really suffered. Respectability was retained. It may be that Bangladesh had half an eye on ensuring that their net run-rate was not too severely damaged.
    The crowd left disappointed, but not dejected. There are five more games to go for Bangladesh in their own country and if they can win three of them they have a very good chance of qualification for the quarter-finals.
    As for India they confirmed their status as favourites in the competition.
    They may have the strongest batting unit; their bowling matches just about any team, but they will never be the best fielding side in the competition even with Sehwag confined to the pavilion, as he was after his exertions at the crease.
 
India prove too strong for Bangladesh in World Cup opener

India 370-4 beat Bangladesh 283-9 by 87 runs



  • Vic Marks
  • guardian.co.uk, Saturday 19 February 2011 16.48 GMT <li class="history">Article history
    Virender-Sehwag-007.jpg
    Virender Sehwag hits another six during his stunning innings of 175 against Bangladesh at Mirpur in the Cricket World Cup. Photograph: Daniel Berehulak/Getty Images The most eagerly awaited sporting occasion in Bangladesh's history finally arrived. The streets had been swept like never before; a request that unnecessary journeys should not be made had been taken on board by most of the locals so that the roads in Dhaka were gobsmackingly empty on the way to the stadium.
    Beggars had already been tempted off the streets by being granted $2 per day for a period of three months "to compensate for a loss of earnings".
    Fourteen big screens had been erected around the city so that fans, unable to get tickets, could join together for this historic day. A four-day national holiday had been instigated.
    The pitch was true, the outfield fast and the sun was out, peeking through the smog. Everything was ready for the party, whereupon Virender Sehwag played the party-pooper. India's champion opening batsman, who had promised us before the match that he would bat for longer and show a bit more discretion than usual in this tournament, was true to his word. He hit 175 from 140 balls out of India's total of 370 for four.
    The target was always going to be too great even though the home batsmen later produced a spirited display. In their 50 overs on a featherbed pitch Bangladesh mustered 283 for nine, thereby losing by 87 runs.
    Defeat, but no disgrace.
    An expectant crowd had cheered Shakib al Hasan's team deliriously when they entered the ground. Yet for the next three and a half hours an eerie silence settled on the stadium. There was so little for the locals to cheer.
    The pattern of the game was set by the first ball. It was propelled by Shafiul Islam and it was fractionally short of a length and fractionally wide. Sehwag just popped on to his toes and stroked it to the cover boundary with perfect timing. He does not allow any margin for error.
    So the increasingly hirsute opener from Delhi – he has had the same sort of treatment as Jacques Kallis, Ricky Ponting et al – was on his way after one ball: 12 runs came from that first over, 12 more from the second and already any thoughts of a repeat of India's defeat by Bangladesh in a World Cup match four years ago (the accountants remember that loss in the Caribbean even if you do not) began to be banished.
    Sehwag was imperious; Sachin Tendulkar soon suggested that he was in fine fettle as well. At last, in the 11th over, the crowd had something to cheer. The greatest batsman of his era may not be the greatest runner between the wickets in the history of the game. For the 33rd time in his one-day international career he was run out and, while we could never accuse Sehwag of being an enthusiastic runner, Tendulkar was the culpable partner.
    Tendulkar clipped the ball towards Shakib at midwicket and set off for an optimistic single. Sehwag did not. So both of India's openers were at the same end and Tendulkar had to go, a chance to edge closer to 100 international hundreds had been squandered (he needs three more). There was no doubt that this surface had offered him a great chance of his 98th.
    Instead Sehwag capitalised effortlessly. For a while Gautam Gambhir kept him company until the left-hander unaccountably missed an off-break from Mahmudullah. Then Virat Kohli, in his first World Cup match, allied with Sehwag in the critical 203-run partnership.
    Sehwag inevitably caught the eye, scoring rapidly and running slowly but the relative newcomer Kohli hinted at true calibre as well. He scored almost as swiftly as his senior partner and flicked the ball between the fielders with fluid wrists and easy timing. One notable feature of this run riot was the number of reverse sweeps played by the India batsmen, who are acknowledged masters of spin. There were none.
    For a while it looked as if the World Cup record of Gary Kirsten, who was in the India dressing room as their coach, would be surpassed. Kirsten hit 188 against the United Arab Emirates in 1996. After reaching his century Sehwag swung merrily and his energy conservation was advanced by the acquisition of a runner. Finally, a heave against Shakib misfired and he was bowled off the inside edge. There was just time for Kohli to register an impressive century in the final over of the innings.
    For a while Bangladesh's response ignited the crowd. Imrul Kayes, supposedly the blocker, was on strike when Sreesanth's third over yielded 24 runs. The 50 came up in five overs and the roars of approval echoed around Dhaka. Meanwhile, Tamim Iqbal, supposedly the dasher, struggled with his timing. Even though the Bangladesh batsmen reminded us of their quality they could not seriously threaten India's victory. The damage had already been done.
    All of the home batsmen made their contributions, but only Sreesanth of the Indian bowlers really suffered. Respectability was retained. It may be that Bangladesh had half an eye on ensuring that their net run-rate was not too severely damaged.
    The crowd left disappointed, but not dejected. There are five more games to go for Bangladesh in their own country and if they can win three of them they have a very good chance of qualification for the quarter-finals.
    As for India they confirmed their status as favourites in the competition.
    They may have the strongest batting unit; their bowling matches just about any team, but they will never be the best fielding side in the competition even with Sehwag confined to the pavilion, as he was after his exertions at the crease.
 
Sir Chris Hoy bounces back to win gold in crash-strewn keirin final

GB's world champion pulled clear in the finish straight to avoid a dramatic pile-up involving four of the six-man field.




  • William Fotheringham in Manchester
  • guardian.co.uk, Saturday 19 February 2011 22.36 GMT <li class="history">Article history
    Sir-Chris-Hoy-007.jpg
    Sir Chris Hoy celebrates his victory in the men's keirin final during day two of the Track Cycling World Cup. Photograph: Bryn Lennon/Getty Images After taking the bronze medal in the match sprint on Friday evening, Sir Chris Hoy bounced back to take a spectacular gold medal in the keirin motorpaced sprint at the World Cup meeting in Manchester , pulling clear in the finish straight to avoid a dramatic pile-up involving four of the six-man field.
    Many yards behind Hoy, only the Australian Jason Niblett finished on his bike, and the applause for the Scot was such that he had no idea what was going on behind him.
    The sell-out crowd rose to their feet, and rightly so, as the triple Olympic champion came from the back of the string as the bell rang for the final lap, surging past his opponents down the back straight. It was impeccable timing in every way. As the other five struggled to find Hoy's wheel, the World Cup leader, Azizulhasni Awang, attempted to come through a gap, bringing down the Spaniard Juan Peralta at approaching 45mph.
    In taking evasive action, the Pole Kamil Kuczynski then collided with the New Zealander Edward Dawkins and the run-out area was a mass of bikes and bodies, with riders running across the line to finish and Peralta falling again as his carbon-fibre shoes went from under him.
    Awang, however, ended up with a vast splinter going right through his substantial calf muscle, winning a slow-motion sprint for third before subsiding on to a stretcher. He was screaming, not unreasonably.
    The risks simply underline how impressive it is that Hoy has made this event his own, particularly when he has also added a new string to his tactical bow. His trademark hitherto was winning from the front, letting a gap open to the motorbike then surging away from the opposition in the final two laps. In all three rides he came from the rear of the string, again hanging back to let a gap open in front of him, but coming over the top in the final lap and a half.
    He likens the manoeuvre to "an underpowered car overtaking a truck: you hang back, speed up and speed up and you get past much quicker; it means you hit them with so much speed that if they try to react, it's too late." Hoy, however, looks anything but underpowered. He said that this event may suit him better than the more tactical match sprint, and this weekend's events bear that out.
    While Hoy had made a premature exit in the semi-final of the match sprint on Friday, the queen of British track racing suffered the same fate at the same stage on Saturday night. Victoria Pendleton has taken five world titles in the last six years as well as Olympic gold in her speciality, the match sprint, but she handed the initiative to her old rival, Anna Meares of Australia, in the semi. Pendleton did not look at the races when it counted yesterday, although she delighted the crowd by taking the bronze medal from Olga Panarina, but she has a chance to make amends in the keirin.
    Becky James, 19, and Jess Varnish, 20, teamed up to finish fourth in the team sprint on Friday and on Saturday afternoon they both made it through to the final eight, but the gap between them and the two top women was exposed as Pendleton got rid of James in two rides and Varnish went the same way against Meares.
    "I will never say never but it will be incredibly hard for them to overtake Vicky before London [2012], because to do that they would have to be the best in the world," said the Great Britain sprint coach, Jan van Eijden. "That's a massive task."
    The World Cup meeting comes to a climax with two of the most spectacular men's events, the 4,000m team pursuit and the team sprint, in which Hoy will have another medal chance, when he teams up with Matt Crampton and Jason Kenny. In the team pursuit, the Olympic gold medallists Bradley Wiggins and Geraint Thomas return to the track &#8211; in Wiggins's case for the first time since Beijing &#8211; and there is speculation that together with Ed Clancy, Steven Burke and Andy Tennant they may come close to the world record they set in Beijing.
 
Sir Chris Hoy bounces back to win gold in crash-strewn keirin final

GB's world champion pulled clear in the finish straight to avoid a dramatic pile-up involving four of the six-man field.



  • William Fotheringham in Manchester
  • guardian.co.uk, Saturday 19 February 2011 22.36 GMT <li class="history">Article history
    Sir-Chris-Hoy-007.jpg
    Sir Chris Hoy celebrates his victory in the men's keirin final during day two of the Track Cycling World Cup. Photograph: Bryn Lennon/Getty Images After taking the bronze medal in the match sprint on Friday evening, Sir Chris Hoy bounced back to take a spectacular gold medal in the keirin motorpaced sprint at the World Cup meeting in Manchester , pulling clear in the finish straight to avoid a dramatic pile-up involving four of the six-man field.
    Many yards behind Hoy, only the Australian Jason Niblett finished on his bike, and the applause for the Scot was such that he had no idea what was going on behind him.
    The sell-out crowd rose to their feet, and rightly so, as the triple Olympic champion came from the back of the string as the bell rang for the final lap, surging past his opponents down the back straight. It was impeccable timing in every way. As the other five struggled to find Hoy's wheel, the World Cup leader, Azizulhasni Awang, attempted to come through a gap, bringing down the Spaniard Juan Peralta at approaching 45mph.
    In taking evasive action, the Pole Kamil Kuczynski then collided with the New Zealander Edward Dawkins and the run-out area was a mass of bikes and bodies, with riders running across the line to finish and Peralta falling again as his carbon-fibre shoes went from under him.
    Awang, however, ended up with a vast splinter going right through his substantial calf muscle, winning a slow-motion sprint for third before subsiding on to a stretcher. He was screaming, not unreasonably.
    The risks simply underline how impressive it is that Hoy has made this event his own, particularly when he has also added a new string to his tactical bow. His trademark hitherto was winning from the front, letting a gap open to the motorbike then surging away from the opposition in the final two laps. In all three rides he came from the rear of the string, again hanging back to let a gap open in front of him, but coming over the top in the final lap and a half.
    He likens the manoeuvre to "an underpowered car overtaking a truck: you hang back, speed up and speed up and you get past much quicker; it means you hit them with so much speed that if they try to react, it's too late." Hoy, however, looks anything but underpowered. He said that this event may suit him better than the more tactical match sprint, and this weekend's events bear that out.
    While Hoy had made a premature exit in the semi-final of the match sprint on Friday, the queen of British track racing suffered the same fate at the same stage on Saturday night. Victoria Pendleton has taken five world titles in the last six years as well as Olympic gold in her speciality, the match sprint, but she handed the initiative to her old rival, Anna Meares of Australia, in the semi. Pendleton did not look at the races when it counted yesterday, although she delighted the crowd by taking the bronze medal from Olga Panarina, but she has a chance to make amends in the keirin.
    Becky James, 19, and Jess Varnish, 20, teamed up to finish fourth in the team sprint on Friday and on Saturday afternoon they both made it through to the final eight, but the gap between them and the two top women was exposed as Pendleton got rid of James in two rides and Varnish went the same way against Meares.
    "I will never say never but it will be incredibly hard for them to overtake Vicky before London [2012], because to do that they would have to be the best in the world," said the Great Britain sprint coach, Jan van Eijden. "That's a massive task."
    The World Cup meeting comes to a climax with two of the most spectacular men's events, the 4,000m team pursuit and the team sprint, in which Hoy will have another medal chance, when he teams up with Matt Crampton and Jason Kenny. In the team pursuit, the Olympic gold medallists Bradley Wiggins and Geraint Thomas return to the track – in Wiggins's case for the first time since Beijing – and there is speculation that together with Ed Clancy, Steven Burke and Andy Tennant they may come close to the world record they set in Beijing.
 
FA Cup Fifth Round

Leyton Orient 0
Arsenal 1
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    Jimmy Smith: Leyton Orient's Leo Messi? Photograph: Tony Marshall/EMPICS Sport
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    GOAL!!!!!! Leyton Orient 1-1 Arsenal (Tehoue 88)
    86 min: Andrey Arshavin rides a challenge from a defender as he battles his way up the left flank, then unleashes a low, diagonal shot towards the bottom left-hand corner, only to see it glance off the foot of the post and go wide.
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    84 min: Russell Slade makes his third substitution, bringing on a Spurs loanee, but not the one recommended by David Pleat. Paul-Jose Mpoku comes on, Alex Revell makes way for him.
    82 min: Orient have a HUGE penalty-shout turned down when Jonathan Tehoue gallops down the right flank once again and sends in another cross for Alex Revell. The Orient striker hits it first time again and the appeals go up when the ball is blocked by Squillaci. Replays show he didn't handle it - it hit him straight in the face and must have hurt like hell.
    80 min: Orient right-back Andrew Whing gets booked for a clumsy challenge on Marouane Chamakh. Free-kick for Arsenal on the left flank. Andrey Arshavin curls a cross in towards the far post, where Jamie Jones gathers.
    79 min: In the ESPN commentary box, David Pleat is recommending that Russell Slade should bring on Spurs loanee Harry Kane. "I don't know if he'd be able to do anything at this level, yet, but he's a very promising young player," he says.
    76 min: "Fire in the mountains run Orient, run! Devil in the house of the Rising Sun! Chickens in the breadpan, picking out dough! Granny does your dog bite? No child, no!"
    74 min: "With Jimmy Smith and Charlie Daniels both playing for East Londons 2nd club, can we expect a jazz organ version of The Devil Went Down to Georgia at any point?" asks somebody glorying in the moniker of chivelegs. To be honest, I can't think of any occasion when a rousing version of that song wouldn't fail to liven up proceedings.
    72 min: Orient fans pay homage to their manager, singing that "Russell Slade has got no hair, but we don't care". The man in question acknowledges the tribute by removing his baseball cap and pointing to his big bald head.
    69 min: Great play from the Orient, who come within a few inches of equalising. The substitute Tehoe beat Alex Song for pace down the right wing, before squaring the ball across the face of the penalty area. Galloping forward in support, Alex Ravell tried to sweep it into the bottom left-hand corner with his first touch, but his effort rolled agonisingly wide of the post.
    68 min: More good play from the impressive Andrey Arshavin, who creeps in along the touchline before cutting the ball back to Tomas Rosicky, who brings a good double-save out of Jamie Jones with a shot, then a follow-up header.
    66 min: Marouane Chamakh's been very poor in this match. He's wasted the handful of chances that have come his way and doesn't look to be trying too hard. A classic case of the fancy dan foreigner who doesn't like it up him on a cold Sunday afternoon at Brisbane Road, or something more sinister?
    65 min: "You can mock draconian Premier League stewarding all you like but its going to seem eminently sensible when the THC in those biscuits kicks in midway through the post match analysis," writes Mike Hanton. "In fairness it might actually improve."
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    60 min: Leyton Orient substitution: Scott McGleish makes his way off to be replaced by French striker Jonathan Téhoué. McGleish doesn't usually last much more than an hour these days - that was his 736th senior appearance.
    59 min: Denilson gets booked for a foul on Stephen Dawson. "Surely there's enough sh*t coming out of Sav without bringing laxatives into the mix?" writes James Roberts, who makes a very good point.
    58 min: There's a lot of love out there for Orient striker Scott McGleish. "I remember when we had Scott at Cambridge United," writes Nick Murray from Tampa. "He became a big fan-favorite while he was there on loan, banged in seven goals in 10 games. Everyone was very disappointed when he headed to Orient with former Cambridge manager Tommy Taylor."
    56 min: Cox and Daniels combine well down the left to get the ball into the Arsenal box, where there are four of their team-mates waiting. Revell is unable to get enough purchase on his header to steer it goalwards and the ball bounces up in the air and into the hands of Manuel Almunia.
    55 min: "Biscuits?" harrumphs Paul Allen. "It was bread pudding, you tool! Biscuits ..." Well, I thought that's what she said, but they looked like biscuits to me. Whatever they were, we can only hope she laced them with powerful laxatives and Robbie Savage eats the lot.
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    GOAL! Leyton Orient 0-1 Arsenal (Rosicky 53) As Arsenal play the ball around the edges of the Leyton Orient penalty area, Nicklas Bendtner manages to dig out a cross from the right. Tomas Rosicky scores his first goal in over a year with a powerful header into the bottom left-hand corner. Good finish.
    51 min: "Good to see flames of the 'sexism in football row' being diffused by ESPNs 'banter' and close ups of the Leyton Orient cheerleading team," writes Bill Chilton. "In other news some one should also tell the broadcaster that someone has nicked the studio."
 
FA Cup Fifth Round

Leyton Orient 1
  • Tehoue 89
Arsenal 1
  • Rosicky 53


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    Jimmy Smith: Leyton Orient's Leo Messi? Photograph: Tony Marshall/EMPICS Sport GOAL!!!!!! Leyton Orient 1-1 Arsenal (Tehoue 88) That is a sensational late goal from Jonathan Tehoue, who picks up the ball just inside the Arsenal penalty area, then bamboozles both Squillaci and Gibbs with a dazzling bit of footwork, takes the ball between them and then rifles the ball between Manuel Almunia's legs.
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    86 min: Andrey Arshavin rides a challenge from a defender as he battles his way up the left flank, then unleashes a low, diagonal shot towards the bottom left-hand corner, only to see it glance off the foot of the post and go wide.
 
FA Cup Fifth Round

Leyton Orient 1
  • Tehoue 89
Arsenal 1
  • Rosicky 53


  • Barry Glendenning
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    Jimmy Smith: Leyton Orient's Leo Messi? Photograph: Tony Marshall/EMPICS Sport 90+1 min: That's just fantastic for Orient - but Arsene Wenger is going to be furious with Squillaci and Miguel. They were made to look like ****** by Tehoue, whose soft-shoe shuffle left one of them on their arses after they'd parted like the Red Sea to let him between them for his shot on goal.
 
FA Cup sixth round

Manchester United to face Arsenal or Orient in FA Cup quarter final

Pick of the ties sees title rivals likely to meet at Old Trafford while Man City or Aston Villa will face Everton or Reading




  • Louise Taylor
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    Wes Brown celebrates scoring Manchester United's winner against Crawley Town. Photograph: Martin Rickett/PA The apparent recent mellowing of the sometimes vexed relationship between Sir Alex Ferguson and Arsène Wenger could well be tested in a potentially intriguing heavyweight FA Cup quarter-final against Arsenal at Old Trafford.
    It all hinges on the outcome of Arsenal's ongoing fifth-round tie with Leyton Orient, with the winner drawn to face United.
    Stoke City will be optimistic about reaching the semi-finals after being handed a home quarter-final against either West Ham or Burnley, who play their fifth-round tie at Upton Park on Monday night.
    Clarke Carlisle suggests Tony Pulis's players should not be planning too far ahead however. Looking forward to meeting West Ham, the Burnley defender issued a reminder that his Championship side are resurgent under the new management of Eddie Howe.
    "We are in good form at the moment, the squad is feeling confident," said Carlisle. "We have enough to cause any team in the land a problem. We're in with a fantastic shout."
    Birmingham, already in the Carling Cup final, will host the winners of the currently ongoing fifth-round tie between Fulham and Bolton.
    Roberto Mancini's trophy hungry Manchester City must overcome Aston Villa in the fifth round before meeting either Everton or Reading in what promises to be a fascinating quarter-final.
    Sixth-round ties are scheduled to be played on the weekend of 12-13 March.
    FA Cup sixth-round draw:
    Stoke City v West Ham or Burnley
    Man City or Aston Villa v Everton or Reading
    Birmingham City v Bolton
    Manchester United v Arsenal or Leyton Orient
    Ties are to be played 12/13 March.
 
Celtic v Rangers - as it happened

Gary Hooper and Kris Commons scored the goals as Celtic piled the hurt on their Glasgow rivals Rangers






Scottish Premier

Celtic 3
  • Hooper 17,
  • Hooper 28,
  • Commons 70
Rangers 0


  • Barry Glendenning
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    Gary Hooper celebrates after scoring one of his two goals for Celtic against Rangers. Photograph: Jeff J Mitchell/Getty Images Good afternoon everybody. The quality of fare served up in the Scottish Premier League comes in for more than its fair share of flak, but the last encounter between these fierce Glasgow rivals, a 2-2 draw in the Scottish Cup, was a bona fide belter, serving up four goals, including a wonder-strike from Rangers tyro Jamie Ness, two sendings-off and two penalties in a suitably bubbling Ibrox cauldron.
    This afternoon the teams convene at Celtic Park for a league clash, with second-place Rangers hoping to close the gap separating them from their hosts, who are five points clear at the top of the table, albeit having played two games more. This is the fourth meeting between the sides this season and honours are even in their two previous league encounters, with Rangers having won at Celtic Park in October, prompting Celtic to exact revenge at Ibrox in January.
    Celtic: Forster, Wilson, Majstorovic, Mulgrew, Izaguirre,
    Brown, Kayal, Ledley, Commons, Samaras, Hooper.
    Subs: Zaluska, Juarez, Stokes, Ki, McCourt, Rogne, Forrest.
    Rangers: McGregor, Whittaker, Weir, Bougherra, Papac, Davis,
    Diouf, Bartley, Edu, Naismith, Jelavic.
    Subs: Alexander, Fleck, Lafferty, Foster, Healy, Weiss, Hutton.
    Referee: Iain Brines (Scotland)
    An interesting selection: Kyle Bartley makes his Old Firm debut in central midfield for Rangers. He's on loan from Arsenal, he's 19 years old and he's fairly experienced despite his tender years, having made around 30 appearances for Sheffield United during a couple of loan spells at Bramall Lane.
    How they'll line up: It looks like Rangers are planning on keeping things tight with five across the middle and Nikica Jelavic ploughing a lone furrow up front. As hosts, Celtic will want to take a high tempo game to Rangers and will set out a 4-4-2-shaped stall, with Georgios Samaras anbd Gary Hooper as their striking duo.
    Click-clack, click-clack, click-clack: Both teams march out of the tunnel, Celtic led by Scott Brown and Rangers by David Weir.
    Hmmm ... Accorsing to Sky's fancy graphic, Celtic will be playing three up front, with Samaras and Kris Commons playing either side of Hooper. We'll see how it pans out.
    1 min: Referee Iain Brines, a policeman officiating his first Old Firm Derby, blows his whistle and Celtic kick-off.
    2 min: Kyle Bartley's been given the job of marking Georgios Samaras and and leaps alongside the the Greek as the pair contest a long kick-out from Celtic goalkeeper Fraser Foster.
    3 min: Kyle Bartley picks up the first yellow card of the match for a late lunge on Scott Brown, halfway inside the Rangers half. That's a nasty, nasty tackle. If it wasn't so early in the match he could well have been sent off for that. Free-kick for Celtic about 40 yards from the Rangers goal.
    4 min: Kris Commons tries his luck despite the distance between ball and goal. His effort is poor, hits the two-man Rangers wall and loops up in the air. Daniel Majstorovic wins the header for Celtic, but Rangers manage to clear their lines.
    5 min: Steven Naismith plays a raking pass in towards Nikica Jelavic on the edge of the six-yard box. With his back to goal, the Croat tries to lay the ball off to Maurice Edu, arriving in support, but miscontrols. Celtic clear.
    8 min: "Great to see Guardian gracing our EuroDisnae league with a minute-by-minute report," writes Ryan Dunne. "A first time referee whose day job is associated with the funny-handshake brigade? I'm glad Celtic aren't prone to paranoia."
    9 min: I've just seen a replay of that Bartley tackle on Brown. He really should have got his marching orders for that. I hope Iain Brines isn't as lenient with the ne'er-do-wells he encounters during the course of his day job.
    10 min: Gary Hooper gallops down the right flank, nutmegging David Weir in the process. Unable to risk tackling him for fear of getting a second yellow card, Kyle Bartley lets him pass and it's left to centre-half Madjid Bougherra to come across and prevent Hooper crossing for his team-mates who are up in support. Good defending.
    13 min: It's been typical Old Firm blood-and-thunder so far, with tackles flying in, lots of huff and puff, with Celtic dominating the possession, but neither side having created anything in the way of goalscoring chances. Yet.
    15 min: The camera cuts to El Hadji Diouf, who has his hair styled in a thin mohican, which he's dyed blue for the day that's in it. He's getting booed whenever the ball comes his way, and has been baiting the crowd, waving to them earlier when he went to take a throw-in.
    17 min: Celtic try to play the ball out from the back but struggle to make their way through a congested midfield ...
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    GOAL! Celtic 1-0 Rangers (Hooper 17) They may have struggled to get through a congested midfield, but Celtic got there in the end and in some style. Attacking down the left flank, Kris Commons squared the ball across the edge of the penalty area, where Gary Hooper latched on to it. With his first touch, he prodded the ball past the hopelessly static David Weir, before shooting low and hard past the hopelessly exposed Allan McGregor.
    19 min: After pinballing around the fringes of the Celtic penalty area, the ball breaks kindly for Jelavic, who finds himself in half a yard of space. He swings his right foot, but his effort flies over the bar. He claims a corner, saying the ball took a nick off Emilio Izaguirre, but none is forthcoming.
    21 min: Jelavic releases Steven Naismith down the inside right flank and he crosses for Steven Davis, the only man wearing a blue shirt in the Celtic penalty area. The low cross is wayward, allowing Majstorovic to intercept and hack clear.
    23 min: El Hadji Diouf tries to bring the ball down the left touchline, only to be dispossessed by his nemesis Scott Brown.
    24 min: From the left touchline, El Hadji Diouf sends a curling cross towards the near post. It looks to be dropping nicely for Jelavic, but Majstorovic does well to get in front of the striker and clear for a throw-in.
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    GOAL! Celtic 2-0 Rangers (Hooper 27) Hooper score his second, finishing a brilliant counter-attacking move by sliding in to get on the end of an Emilio Izaguirre cross from the left and poke the ball into the bottom, right-hand corner.
    Humble apologies ... for the ridiculous delay in that update. My PC crashed, as tends to happen from time to time. Normal, slightly-less-shoddy service should will now resume.
    35 min: A lot of credit has to go to Emilio Izaguirre for that second Celtic goal, for initiating the move and playing the ball through to Georgios Samaras in midfield before galloping 60 yards to pick up the return pass and send in an inch-perfect perfect cross for Hooper to sweep past McGregor from six yards. Celtic are bossing this game completely now, Rangers are creating nothing.
    37 min: Shortly after Celtic's goal, when I was swearing loudly at my computer, El Hadji Diouf was doing much the same thing at - I think - Izaguirre. The pair had a very frank exchange of views, before being separated by the referee, who gave the Senegalese winger a stern ticking-off.
    40 min: Steven Whittaker curls a low, inviting cross into the Celtic penalty area. El Hadji Diouf darts in from the left flank, but is far too slow to get on the end of it and convert.
    41 min: Celtic embark on another counter-attack, with Joe Ledley, playing the ball out to Kris Commons, who picks out Izaguirre on the left flank. Senior citizen David Weir rushes to harry him out of possession.
    43 min: For Celtic, Charlie Mulgrew tries to release Georgios Samaras with a through-ball, but the Celtic striker carelessly mistimes his run and gets flagged for offside.
    44 min: Fraser Forster turns sweeper, rushing out of his penalty area to hoof clear when it looked like Steven Naismith might win the race to the ball. Good goalkeeping.
    44 min: Steven Whittaker gets a ticking-off for a nasty challenge on Emilio Izaguirre, but the ref leaves his yellow card in his pocket. That's astonishingly lenient refereeing - he went right through the back of the Honduran
    Half-time: The teams traipse off with Rangers in all sorts of bother. They're 2-0 down, look completely out of ideas and their lone striker has been completely isolated up front. For better or for worse, he's almost certain to be joined by Kyle Lafferty for the second half. The Northern Ireland international was about to come on for a limping Steven Naismith, but didn't make it before the ref blew for the interval.
    Some match analysis: "Just what skills must one have to play up front?" asks Paul Szabo. "Is it so hard for another player to move up a bit and work as (a second) striker when tactics require that? Why do Rangers have to wait for the interval to make a substantive change like this? And would all teams be in the same boat, or is it just teams without enough talent in some regard or other?" Look, if a player as ineptly bereft of "skills" as Kyle Lafferty can steal a great living passing himself off as a striker, it can't be too hard a job. Mind you, he'll probably come on and score a hat-trick now that I've had a go at him.
    Some more, from Lou Roper, who is fed up: "Does anyone need to go further than noting the presence of the goal-allergic Diouf and Samaras in these teams to grasp the ludicrous character of Scottish football?" he asks. "The Old Firm, backed by global legions yet skint thanks to mismanagement, have to employ such indifferent imports since, apparently, there is no equivalent local available on the same terms (or they have to be sold to a Turkish club). Even so, of course, none of their SPL 'rivals' has the resources even to acquire a Diouf/Samaras and so the farce continues. Surely, Mr Peat, as head of the SFA, will eventually include himself in his habitual finger-pointing over Scotland's footballing travails at all levels?"
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    Second half: With a mountain to climb and Kyle Lafferty weighing down the rucksack, Rangers kick off. Lafferty's on for Naismith, who's succumbed to a hamstring injury.
    46 min: Steven Davis sends a cross into the Celtic penalty area from the left flank, picking out Nikica Jelavic. With Charlie Mulgrew's breath warm on his neck, he wriggles a little and tries to steer a header towards the near post from 12 yards, but his effort is weak and wide.
    48 min: Rangers win a free-kick about 50 yards from the Rangers goal, wide on the right. El Hadji Diouf pumpos the ball towards the far post, where Fraser Forster does well to claim the ball under pressure in a crowd of players. His catch isn't clean, but he clutches the ball to his chest on his second attempt.
    50 min: Allan McGregor misjudges the flight of a Samaras cross from the left and ends up flapping the ball weakly into the ground, from where it bounces up nicely for the unmarked Scott Brown. The Celtic skipper attempts to head the ball into the gaping goal, but the lack of pace on the ball allows Sasa Papac to get back and clear with a goal-line header. Brown thought he'd scored there. He probably should have.
    54 min: David Weir looks a bit groggy after getting caught in the face by a flailing hand while contesting a header with Georgios Samaras. He'll live. For Rangers, Diouf has just gone close after being put through on goal by Kyle Lafferty, only to be foiled by a decent save from Fraser Forster, who was quick off his line.
    55 min: Having upped his game a bit after a very lethargic performance in the first half, Diouf cuts inside from the right touchline and lofts a cross towards the far post. His delivery leaves Charlie Mulgrew stranded, allowing Jelavic a free-header, which he plants downwards and wide of the right upright.
    58 min: In midfield, Baram Kayal shakes off Kyle Bartley with a marvellous dummy, before advancing and slashing an ambitious shot from distance horribly wide of the right post.
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    60 min: Celtic substitution: Israeli midfielder Baram Kayal off with a hamstring injury, South Korean midfielder Ki Sung-Yueng on.
    61 min: Georgios Samaras tries to barge his way through a thicket of defenders just outside the Rangers penalty area, but runs straight into Maurice Edu and falls over.
    62 min: Celtic win a free-kick about 40 yards from the Celtic goal, which Mulgrew floats towards Majstorovic at the far post. The ball is half-cleared, amid shouts for a penalty for hand-ball, then Celtic win a free-kick on the left flank. Ki crosses it into the mixer, but his delivery is too high.
    64 min: The number of overpaid, under-achieving non-scoring "strikers" on the field will remain the same, but there's about to be a change in personnel: David Healy is about to come on for El Hadji Diouf.
    65 min: Madjed Bougherra gets booked for sarcastically applauding the referees decision to award Celtic a free-kick. He tries to claim his claim his applause was genuine, that he really did admire Iain Brines' decision, but the ref's having none of it.
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    68 min: Rangers substitution: David Healy on, El Hadji Diouf off.
    68 min: Corner for Rangers. Steven Davis swings it in to the penalty area, where Jelavic gets a free header but plants it straight at Fraser Forster.
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    GOAL! Celtic 3-0 Rangers (Commons 69) Kris Commons scores his third in five for Celtic, marking his Old Firm debut with a goal. The ball was played across the face of the Rangers penalty area to him on the left flank and he did brilliantly to jink his way past Madjid Bougherra before unleashing a 25-yard swerving shot that fizzes past Allan McGregor, who should have done better.
    72 min: With the ball on its way into the Celtic penalty area, Daniel Majstorovic grabs a handful of Kyle Lafferty's shirt and drags the Rangers striker to the ground. There's a huge penalty shout, but the referee doesn't award one because he didn't see the foul. That's really dopey on the Celtic defender's part - he was lucky to get away with that.
    76 min: "It's down to Thatcher," writes Jon Millard, in response to Lou Roper. "The state of Scottish football perhaps? I know that could be taken as a rather typical response from a Guardian reader, but the footballing decline of the country that produced Dalglish over the last 30 years to become the country that produces Barry Ferguson at best, does seem to coincide with the Royal Shaft that dear lady gave the place economically."
    77 min: Celtic look content to sit back and defend their lead for the remaining 15 minutes or so. Joe Ledly and Ki are sitting just in front of the back four, making no attempt to get forward when their team is in possession.
    79 min: "Kris Commons scored in the last game between the sides a couple of weeks ago, mate," writes Mark Summers, setting me straight. "Hard to keep track I grant you though, and at the moment as a Rangers man, I can't say I'm looking forward to a further three games against Celtic this season." That's one remaining SPL fixture, a Scottish Cup replay and the Scottish League Cup final, in case anyone is wondering.
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    81 min: Celtic substitution: the teenager James Forrest on, Kris Commons off. Scott Brown and Kyle Lafferty get a ticking-off for having a bit of a flare-up. Is getting in other people's faces and annoying them the only thing Lafferty is good for? Don't get me wrong, Brown's excellent at snarling too, but at least he can play a bit.
    83 min: I very much stand corrected. I think this was Kris Commons' home debut, which means he's now scored on his Celtic debut, his Old Firm debut and his Celtic Park debut. Bully for him.
    85 min: Having got away with a nasty challenge on Scott Brown, Kyle Lafferty gets booked for going in on Mark Wilson with his studs up.
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    87 min: Celtic substitution that took place a couple of minutes ago: Anthony Stokes on, two-goal hero Gary Hooper off. Stokes is no Leo Messi, but he is Celtic's top scorer and started on the bench today, which just goes to show how much strength in depth they have in their squad compared to threadbare, broke Rangers, who have looked very tired today. For example, it's ridiculous that David Weir, who is 40, is a first-team ever-present who has played every minute of both Rangers' games in the past few days. He's visibly struggled today.
    90 min: Weir's afternoon goes from bad to worse when he picks up a booking for ending a jinking Georgios Samaras run with a foul.
    90+2 min: "That Scott Brown can play a bit is by no means a settled matter," writes Gerry Scott. "Most Celtic fans have only come round to that way of thinking in the last couple of months or so." That's put me back in my box.
    90+3 min: After a loping Bambi-on-ice type skitter down the right flank, Georgios Samaras pulls the ball back from the byline, but Steven Whittaker gets across the six-yard box to clear.
    Peep! Peep! Peeeeeeeeeeeep! It's all over, Celtic have won at their leisure, although Rangers did look a lot more threatening in the second half than in the first, when they were awful. This win puts Celtic eight points and 14 goals clear of Rangers at the summit of the SPL, having played two games more. For financially straitened Rangers, the short and long-term future looks increasingly bleak.
 
Arsenal must end wait for silver after golden night against Barcelona

Arsène Wenger's men blow away any excuse for not ending the club's six-year spell without a trophy



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    Arsenal's Nicklas Bendtner, Robin van Persie and Cesc Fábregas celebrate after beating Barcelona 2-1 at the Emirates. Photograph: John Sibley/Action Images Arsène Wenger's moniker set out his route in life: Arsenal Wenger, born to manage the Gunners. But what a twisting path it has been since he last he won a trophy &#8211; the 2005 FA Cup, which was so long ago it happened in Wales.
    How to measure a side who are 4-0 up against Newcastle and draw 4-4, then trail Barcelona 11 days later but win? No modern team have shown up the dangers of sweeping judgments quite like Wenger's men. On the trains back from Newcastle two weeks ago the talk was all of mental fragility, of a lack leadership. Arsenal, the consensus ran, were amnesiacs in the art of winning.
    The last Highbury and Islington starting XI to hold silver was: Lehmann, Lauren, Touré, Senderos, Cole, Fábregas, Vieira, Silva, Pires, Bergkamp, Reyes. Van Persie, Edu and Ljungberg also played a role, as subs. The heirs to the 2003-04 Invincibles beat Manchester United 5-4 in a penalty shoot-out at Cardiff's Millennium Stadium. Wenger's team returned across the river Severn to aridity: a near six-year wait for a trophy, that surely now has reached its end.
    Advancing on four fronts, Arsenal would need to have been lying to us against Barcelona on Wednesday night not to go home with a pot this summer. On Sunday in the FA Cup fifth round Leyton Orient, who were stomped on by West Ham United in the race to occupy the Olympic Stadium, endeavour to exploit any weariness from the triumph over Barça. Next Sunday Arsenal face Birmingham City in the Carling Cup final at Wembley. In the Premier League the astounding 4-4 draw at St James' Park has not ruined the pursuit of Manchester Utd. And 8 March brings the resumption of artistic jousting with Barcelona, who were beaten by brilliant counterattacking and by steeliness of nerve.
    A persistent reservation about Wenger's faith in the current generation is his insistence that all they ever needed was time. Not winning prizes for half a dozen years hardly seems conducive to the cultivation of a winning mentality, now does it? There was always a point at which Arsenal would be too far away from 2005 for us to believe they could return to metallurgical success. With each barren year, surely, there would be an extra set of excuses for not winning, which the players could hide behind. As long as they were part of something pretty the actual business of securing trophies could be left to vulgarians or those who failed to understand beauty.
    The development of the Arsenal skill-set is indisputable. Johan Djourou is a better centre-half than he was 12 months ago, Samir Nasri has scored 14 times this term and is no longer a firefly. Theo Walcott's productive spells last longer before muddled thinking sets in. Jack Wilshere is a revelation. Wojciech Szczesny may yet be the answer in goal. Laurent Koscielny improves. Of the outfield players, only Tomas Rosicky, Denílson and Andrey Arshavin have stagnated or regressed.
    But psychological strength is so much harder to gauge. At Newcastle no Arsenal player stepped up to quell the mounting crisis of goals going in at the wrong end. Against Barcelona virtually the whole side held their resolve in the face of an onslaught and found a way to win. Here Wenger must take credit. At half-time he praised their counterattacking and encouraged them to believe this was not 2010 all over again.
    Cesc Fábregas called it "the best game I've ever experienced on the pitch, in terms of quality and in terms of intensity. They had the ball and they went for it. We had the ball and we went for it." Eleven months ago Arsenal endured a superior Barcelona performance to draw 2-2. This time they asserted their own identity much more forcibly and won. It was progress by any measure.
    Last season in the league Wenger's soft-shoe shufflers lost home and away to Manchester United and Chelsea, which seemed to indicate terminal frailty against mentally and physically stronger opposition. The portents this year are not much better: three points from nine against those two goliaths (a 3-1 home win over Chelsea), with a 3-2 home defeat by Spurs raising further doubt, though Manchester City were beaten 3-0 away. On current projections the home game against United on 30 April and the trip to White Hart Lane (yet to be rearranged) will determine their seven-year quest to regain the English championship.
    Each Arsenal follower has a personal deadline for success. For many six years is already too long. Others count their blessings from watching so much sumptuous football and say they can keep waiting. A few even accept fruitlessness as an acceptable price for good housekeeping. But now Wenger's men have given themselves a problem. By escaping the victim role against Barcelona they have shown themselves to be eminently capable of ending the vigil. So now they must, without ifs or buts.
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Arsenal must end wait for silver after golden night against Barcelona

Arsène Wenger's men blow away any excuse for not ending the club's six-year spell without a trophy



  • Nicklas-Bendtner-Robin-va-007.jpg
    Arsenal's Nicklas Bendtner, Robin van Persie and Cesc Fábregas celebrate after beating Barcelona 2-1 at the Emirates. Photograph: John Sibley/Action Images Arsène Wenger's moniker set out his route in life: Arsenal Wenger, born to manage the Gunners. But what a twisting path it has been since he last he won a trophy – the 2005 FA Cup, which was so long ago it happened in Wales.
    How to measure a side who are 4-0 up against Newcastle and draw 4-4, then trail Barcelona 11 days later but win? No modern team have shown up the dangers of sweeping judgments quite like Wenger's men. On the trains back from Newcastle two weeks ago the talk was all of mental fragility, of a lack leadership. Arsenal, the consensus ran, were amnesiacs in the art of winning.
    The last Highbury and Islington starting XI to hold silver was: Lehmann, Lauren, Touré, Senderos, Cole, Fábregas, Vieira, Silva, Pires, Bergkamp, Reyes. Van Persie, Edu and Ljungberg also played a role, as subs. The heirs to the 2003-04 Invincibles beat Manchester United 5-4 in a penalty shoot-out at Cardiff's Millennium Stadium. Wenger's team returned across the river Severn to aridity: a near six-year wait for a trophy, that surely now has reached its end.
    Advancing on four fronts, Arsenal would need to have been lying to us against Barcelona on Wednesday night not to go home with a pot this summer. On Sunday in the FA Cup fifth round Leyton Orient, who were stomped on by West Ham United in the race to occupy the Olympic Stadium, endeavour to exploit any weariness from the triumph over Barça. Next Sunday Arsenal face Birmingham City in the Carling Cup final at Wembley. In the Premier League the astounding 4-4 draw at St James' Park has not ruined the pursuit of Manchester Utd. And 8 March brings the resumption of artistic jousting with Barcelona, who were beaten by brilliant counterattacking and by steeliness of nerve.
    A persistent reservation about Wenger's faith in the current generation is his insistence that all they ever needed was time. Not winning prizes for half a dozen years hardly seems conducive to the cultivation of a winning mentality, now does it? There was always a point at which Arsenal would be too far away from 2005 for us to believe they could return to metallurgical success. With each barren year, surely, there would be an extra set of excuses for not winning, which the players could hide behind. As long as they were part of something pretty the actual business of securing trophies could be left to vulgarians or those who failed to understand beauty.
    The development of the Arsenal skill-set is indisputable. Johan Djourou is a better centre-half than he was 12 months ago, Samir Nasri has scored 14 times this term and is no longer a firefly. Theo Walcott's productive spells last longer before muddled thinking sets in. Jack Wilshere is a revelation. Wojciech Szczesny may yet be the answer in goal. Laurent Koscielny improves. Of the outfield players, only Tomas Rosicky, Denílson and Andrey Arshavin have stagnated or regressed.
    But psychological strength is so much harder to gauge. At Newcastle no Arsenal player stepped up to quell the mounting crisis of goals going in at the wrong end. Against Barcelona virtually the whole side held their resolve in the face of an onslaught and found a way to win. Here Wenger must take credit. At half-time he praised their counterattacking and encouraged them to believe this was not 2010 all over again.
    Cesc Fábregas called it "the best game I've ever experienced on the pitch, in terms of quality and in terms of intensity. They had the ball and they went for it. We had the ball and we went for it." Eleven months ago Arsenal endured a superior Barcelona performance to draw 2-2. This time they asserted their own identity much more forcibly and won. It was progress by any measure.
    Last season in the league Wenger's soft-shoe shufflers lost home and away to Manchester United and Chelsea, which seemed to indicate terminal frailty against mentally and physically stronger opposition. The portents this year are not much better: three points from nine against those two goliaths (a 3-1 home win over Chelsea), with a 3-2 home defeat by Spurs raising further doubt, though Manchester City were beaten 3-0 away. On current projections the home game against United on 30 April and the trip to White Hart Lane (yet to be rearranged) will determine their seven-year quest to regain the English championship.
    Each Arsenal follower has a personal deadline for success. For many six years is already too long. Others count their blessings from watching so much sumptuous football and say they can keep waiting. A few even accept fruitlessness as an acceptable price for good housekeeping. But now Wenger's men have given themselves a problem. By escaping the victim role against Barcelona they have shown themselves to be eminently capable of ending the vigil. So now they must, without ifs or buts.
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    Jimmy Smith: Leyton Orient's Leo Messi? Photograph: Tony Marshall/EMPICS Sport Post-match niceties: As the jubilant Leyton Orient fans strike up a chant of "We're better than Barcelona!", the substitute Jonathan Tehoue is awarded the man of the match champagne for his brief but crucial cameo. "Did you enjoy the dancing girls, then?" asks Kat Petersen. "They didn't have them last week against Bristol Rovers. I'm at the game and it's bloody freezing. Mighty mighty Os!"

    Peep! Peep! Peeeeeeeep! It's all over and Brisbane Road erupts with a roar that's probably audible in Brisbane, Australia. Despite Arsenal throwing the kitchen sink at them in the last few minutes, Leyton Orient held on to record an excellent draw. They've a money-spinning trip to The Emirates to look forward to, which is a date that Arsene Wenger could really do without having to mark in an already jam-packed calender.
    90+1 min: That's just fantastic for Orient - but Arsene Wenger is going to be furious with Squillaci and Miguel. They were made to look like ****** by Tehoue, whose soft-shoe shuffle left one of them on their arses after they'd parted like the Red Sea to let him between them for his shot on goal.
 
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