Arsenal 3-2 Villa. Sep 22nd.
Arse biscuits. How we managed to lose this match I will never know. No, scrub that, I know exactly why we lost, it’s because we’re bottlers, we’re frightened, we’re like children in a man’s world. It was a pathetic defeat, absolutely pathetic, and if we don’t buck up our ideas pronto we’re in for a very long season.
In the past there was no disgrace to an away defeat at Arsenal, if you got a draw you thanked your lucky stars and got outta there pronto. These days, Arsenal aren’t all that, they’re a brittle bunch counting themselves amongst the also rans of the Premiership, preening and posturing but in truth being an emperor with no clothes. They’re nothing to be scared of, they’re essentially very ordinary, so to surrender a 2-1 lead against a team reduced to ten men for the entire second half is absolutely unforgivable. Nine minutes remained when we were still backtracking under the onslaught of attacks from a team with one less player than us, a team which should have been blowing out of their arses so exhausted were they. But, it was us that were exhausted, mentally and physically, so with little effort Arsenal slid home two goals to defeat as gormless an Aston Villa outfit as it is possible to find.
Pathetic, that’s what we were, McGinn once again scoring an early opening goal away at north London opposition only to look round as his teammates surrendered. I hate football sometimes and today’s one of those days. Our manager is equally culpable as the players, it doesn’t take a master tactician to see out a winning position against ten men, if a sucker punch equaliser alone had been conceded we might have licked our wounds and got on with it, but to preside over a team who haplessly limp to defeat surely requires the manager to take a long hard look at himself. I’m disgusted, here are the gruesome highlights...
In the past there was no disgrace to an away defeat at Arsenal, if you got a draw you thanked your lucky stars and got outta there pronto. These days, Arsenal aren’t all that, they’re a brittle bunch counting themselves amongst the also rans of the Premiership, preening and posturing but in truth being an emperor with no clothes. They’re nothing to be scared of, they’re essentially very ordinary, so to surrender a 2-1 lead against a team reduced to ten men for the entire second half is absolutely unforgivable. Nine minutes remained when we were still backtracking under the onslaught of attacks from a team with one less player than us, a team which should have been blowing out of their arses so exhausted were they. But, it was us that were exhausted, mentally and physically, so with little effort Arsenal slid home two goals to defeat as gormless an Aston Villa outfit as it is possible to find.
Pathetic, that’s what we were, McGinn once again scoring an early opening goal away at north London opposition only to look round as his teammates surrendered. I hate football sometimes and today’s one of those days. Our manager is equally culpable as the players, it doesn’t take a master tactician to see out a winning position against ten men, if a sucker punch equaliser alone had been conceded we might have licked our wounds and got on with it, but to preside over a team who haplessly limp to defeat surely requires the manager to take a long hard look at himself. I’m disgusted, here are the gruesome highlights...
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