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Hello and welcome to the Guardian Football Weekly North London is Shite, apologies.

As West Ham win at the Emirates and Brighton Hammer Spurs.

Hard to know if Westham's opening goal is a disgrace, a disgrace, a disgraceier, or

just hilariously unlucky. That aside a great performance from David Moy's side and another

slightly toothless one from Arsenal who created so much but finished nothing.

Meanwhile at the Amex a game of two bits one long one where Roberto Deservi tour

and a thing or two about playing out from the back and then a little bit at the end

when the unlitiest of comebacks almost seemed on. We'll round up the games from the night before

including Manchester City back on it at Everton, Chelsea sneaking past, should we start to worry about Palace?

And Wolves hitting Forerat,

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