BRENT A GOB: Harry Brent, our very own professional rant writer, is back with his most recent column. He has retargeted Ange Postecoglou, Arsenal supporters, and a few of his former adversaries.

I gave him a lot of credit last week, but right now I’m over Ange Postecoglou.

With five losses in a row turning Tottenham’s Australian boss completely to the dark side, it’s not a good time for him to go, especially because Jurgen Klopp will be leaving the Premier League as its scowling monarch in a few days.

Showing indications of early Mourinhofication, he’s gone from magnetic to grumpy, from amusing to just plain lairy, and has even started throwing his players under the bus to save his own thick, crocodile skin.

Now he’s mocking the fans for believing that stopping Arsenal from winning the title is more fascinating than forcing Aston Villa to wait another game week to confirm fourth place.

People believe Spurs have had a mental health issue in recent years. Nah nah. They had a whinge-bag manager issue.

Sod off, Gunner’s powder plotters.

Fans who put off fireworks near team hotels are trash. They are the lowest of the low, similar to Sheffield United’s goal difference or Kyle Walker’s morality.

Nothing screams I’m an insufferable sleazebag with more ASBOs than brain cells like sprinkling £500 up the wall with sparklers and Catherine wheels in the aim of costing complete strangers three or four minutes of sleep.

Arsenal supporters were the latest to indulge in similar anti-social behaviour outside Manchester City’s hotel on Monday night. The only problem was that City didn’t travel to London until Tuesday, which is as ridiculous as paying Kai Havertz to play central midfield.

Those numpties would have been better served investing that money towards Ben White’s next teeth-polishing appointment, or a small plastic hat for Mikel Arteta and his Lego head.