The Thierry Henry booing furore.

Did we boo? Didn't we boo? Are we even allowed to boo Thierry?

I was sitting in the West Upper. At around the 60 minute mark or so, Rosicky knocked a great ball forward to Henry. Thierry not only missed it, but he seemed to be on a completely different wavelength to Tomas. The miscommunication between the two seemed to sum up Thierry's performance so far that day. He'd struggled to get into the game, and occasionally his stylish nonchalance could have been mistaken for indifference. Which, of course, it never is.

Thierry did not have a good game on Saturday. Not just by his standards, but by general premiership standards, and when he failed to latch on to Tomas's ball, a lot of people got up and shouted. A few people around me even accused him of laziness. It was more than a collective groan; it was nearer to a collective venting of frustration at a performance in which we'd been utterly dominant yet unable to turn our possession into goals.

Yet booing it was not. Booing is what happened to Phil Neville every time he got the ball [ just because Jose's gone, doesn't mean we've forgotten.] Booing was what occurred, increasingly, every time Cahill complained over some none existence grievance to the ref. Booing was what occurred every time Tim Howard took 10 minutes to take a goal kick.

Only a journalist looking to sell copy could mistake a moment in which the crowd screamed in frustration for one in which we booed Thierry. So, let's get it clear, we did not boo him.

But do we, theoretically, have the right to boo possibly the greatest player in our history? Maybe. If Thierry went on and didn't bother playing to the best of ability, and, more importantly, didn't care that he was no longer pushing himself, we should probably let him know. But I can't see Thierry acting in that way any time soon. Indeed, I think Thierry would have to score a hat-trick of own goals before I considered booing possibly the best player I've ever seen in any shirt.

So, to everyone going to the Emirates tomorrow, lets get behind the team and, especially, try and show Thierry what rubbish that NOTW hack was spouting.

And finally, Arsenal are not the R.E.M of football. They are the avant-garde free-jazz of football. Beguiling, often mistaken for being overly complex, but, ultimately, free-flowing and beautiful when it comes together. Go buy a few John Coltrane albums [if you haven't got some already] and hopefully you'll see what I mean. Arsenal do not play like a corporate, stadium rock band.