Is Cesc the New C. Ronaldo?

Not for the right reasons, though. I am anti...

Cesc's on the pitch attitude. At first, I found it refreshing. It seemed like a sign of maturity and passion to see Fabregas make it clear he would not be bullied on the pitch. The trash talk and the physical play were things that Arsenal probably needed to add to their game. But now, it's threatening to overshadow his incredible level of play. I'm worried that his recent petulance and proclivity for making a meal out of the slightest contact is going to earn him a reputation like Ronaldo's. It wasn't long ago that he was calling players out for similar antics.

The second half against Everton was a perfect example of this new bad behavior; after Arteta brushed his face with an elbow (which was admittedly clumsy and a foul), he went to ground like he'd been shot and got the Everton midfielder sent off. Making it worse is the fact that he and Arteta are teammates for Spain and apparently good friends. Soon after, he got a yellow for a pretty reckless challenge that was somewhat familiar to his completely unnecessary (though, admittedly satisfying) tackle on Ashley Cole.

Don't get me wrong. He and Ronaldo are the best players in the Premier League. But Cesc needs to be careful not to emulate the Portugal international's diving, cheating ways, or he'll lose the respect he's earned from even rival fans. At any rate, it pisses me off.

I am pro...

The rejuvenated Sheva. Who is this new Chelsea striker and what have they done with Andriy "I'm so old and useless, send me back to Italy" Shevchenko? I mean, he hasn't been a world-beater, but starting with the game against Arsenal, he's consistently looked a lot more dangerous up front.

The indestructible Richard Dunne. Man City's secret weapon, and maybe the most underrated defender in the EPL. Today he singlehandedly prevented two goals against Liverpool to keep City's undefeated home record intact. Defensive performance of the year.

Dudu the hitman. By that, of course, I mean Arsenal's very own Eduardo da Silva. He finally got his league start against Everton, and my goodness was it impressive. Everyone knew what he could do in Europe and the Carling Cup, but there were still doubts about how he'd perform in a physical Premier League game. Well, question answered. Turns out his size doesn't matter that much because if you give him the ball anywhere in front of goal, he transforms into a cold-blooded assassin. Two surgical finishes to put Arsenal top of the league, and I mean clinical. Love, LOVE the no-celebration, too.

West Ham. Thank you very much.