@EdBevanCricket@BumbleCricket Just went to the hundred live for the first time. My god it is a poor form of cricket. Essentially a really boring slog fest with silly rules. Awful.
For my first post, I’m sharing a letter @NVIDIA signed on why open models matter.
AI will transform every industry, power every company, and be built by every country.
Open models strengthen safety and cybersecurity, accelerate innovation and diffusion, and enable sovereignty.
The world needs both frontier closed models and frontier open models.
https://t.co/AUKzoQ5Ikb
@Jonathan_Hinder Labour again about to show how “great” they are at spending other peoples money. The tiny % of the population who already pay most tax are about to be shafted once again.
For twenty-two years Arsenal supporters became conditioned to impermanence. If we rose, somebody would leave. If we built, something would be sold.
I wrote about why this title feels different. Why this feels less like the end of something than the beginning of something else entirely.
Foundations.
https://t.co/VmVd8bh8Eh
I couldn’t help thinking of the disappointments I’ve experienced watching Arsenal in the sun as I walked up from Highbury & Islington station yesterday. Football in the sun always brings expectation—weather made for glorious attacking football—but there I was thinking of that day at Highbury in 2003 when Leeds tore up a title challenge courtesy of Harry Kewell and Mark Viduka.
But those murmurs were quickly displaced when I saw the team sheet. M’boy Miles in midfield. I like that! Saka back too, even better. As is typical at this point in the season, you need the players to help settle the crowd and the boys did just that. We flew out of the traps and the early goal we all needed duly came.
The Emirates felt like the Foundry at operating temperature. After the psychological attrition of the first leg in Madrid, this was the injection of pure, rational belief required for the run-in. Even when the script flickered—a marginal VAR call to disallow Calafiori’s goal and a decent spell of Fulham pressure—the composure didn't break.
It was the moment Gyökeres truly stepped up that settled the nerves. He has struggled at times with the physical transition, but yesterday he was immense, holding up the ball under pressure and playing in Saka for that lovely, clinical near-post finish. It was exactly the "Stardust" we needed to put the game beyond doubt.
It’s been easy to lose perspective amidst the "Ancestral Stress" of the last few weeks, but the reality is that we have navigated a significant fitness crisis without drifting off course. Most elite setups would have buckled under the weight of losing their primary output; look at City’s structural struggle when Rodri was sidelined last season. To be standing on the threshold of the club's biggest European night in a generation while managing Bukayo Saka’s return to flight is a testament to the floor Mikel Arteta has built.
Today was about the two homegrown talents who define that floor. Saka looked like he had rediscovered his gravity—drawing defenders and playing with the sharpness that makes the machine hum. Alongside him, Miles didn't just participate; he dictated. Seeing a young player command the midfield with that level of composure during a title race reminds you that the academy isn't just a pipeline; it’s the club's heartbeat.
The presence of Thierry Henry in the stands served as a silent benchmark for the level we are currently occupying. Under the King’s gaze, the performance matched the aura. We got the fluidity in transition, and most importantly, the result was secured early enough to grant us precious breathing space.
Securing the points while resting the heavy hitters for Tuesday wasn't just a luxury—it was a necessity. We go into the Atletico return with fresh legs and a dominant victory behind us. This is the level we have worked for. The nerves are real, but they are the byproduct of relevance.
Tuesday night is for the history books. N5 is ready. 🔴⚪️
#AFC #Arsenal #TheWoolwichWanderer #TheFoundry #UCL #Saka #Miles #Gyokeres #Arteta
@afcstuff 100% and glad he has called this. Needs to change. Fine margins. Could come down to a penalty call in the last minute of the last game of the season. Just like Arteta at Rangers.
The five-game shootout: a new Premier League begins.
The morning after feels like 2003 all over again. I’m transported back to Highbury, the air thick with that same agonising feeling of a 2-2 draw that handed the keys to the opposition. We needed a win; we got a reminder of how cruel the inches can be.
But as Mikel said last night: "It’s a new Premier League now."
The long-form season is over. We are now in a five-game shootout (six for City). It is sudden death at every stage. We cannot afford an inquisition today - there is a time and a place for that, and it isn't while the body is still warm and the fight is still on. Mikel gets it that things now need to change. It’s no longer about grinding out the points. We have to play unleashed. We need - somehow - to “click” again. We need our first XI.
The mission is simple: we must win everything. If it comes down to goal difference, City’s game in hand is a massive advantage as they have another 90 on the field to score. Our attack has to stop being fretful. We need Saka, Ødegaard, and Eze to find their flow. We need to turn corners back into goals and rack up the 3-0s and 5-0s.
It will come down to who can hand out a couple of good thrashings and get over the line in the tight games. As the table above shows, our remaining opponents average 51.0 goals conceded this season, compared to City’s 46.2. Inches.
My head looks at that City run-in - specifically their knack for muscle-memory finishes - and says it’s theirs to lose. They are the "big-game hunters" the media loves to crown.
But my red heart? It says this sport isn't a spreadsheet. There is one more big twist left in this story. We’ve carried the "Ancestral Stress" this far; now we carry the hope.
Five games. No mistakes. Believe in the twist. 🔴⚪️
#AFC #Arsenal #PremierLeague #TheWoolwichWanderer #TheFoundry