WankerWhat makes this kick in the nuts particularly sickening is the fact that Chelsea now occupy our 2nd spot, it just seems to be our destiny this season. How can you expect to be positive towards the next game, knowing that we will probably (probably as in the 'probability factor' based on previous results, not 'lack of hope' or 'abandonment') just ship points off? FUCK IT. I don't care any more. And my heart can't take the CONSTANT fucking savage beating that our inconsistent football is dishing out at it. At this rate, myself and countless other die-hard Gooners are going to need bypass surgery or mortician appointments before the season is through.
5 games left, 6 points off, 7 years without a league title. Not good.
The game itself was a cracker, especially from a neutral point of view. It's a shame Stevie McManaman is a complete tool, blatantly kissing the backside of the scum whilst commentating on ESPN. As far from neutral as you can get I think you'll agree. Jog on back to the land of crack-whore mothers and cars on bricks.
And I'm not neutral. I'm Red Army.
Anyway, Walcott got us underway in the early moments of the game, latching onto a through-ball and finishing calmly in the 5th minute. The rowdy Shite Hart Lane crowd were silenced. But, before I had a chance to wipe the spilled beverage off my shirt Van der Fart had leveled and we were back to square one. At this point I already thought "Fuck It". 83 minutes to go, 1-1, and I knew where this was heading. This wasn't to be our day, like most this season.
Foolishly, with little control my Rum and Coke was all over the place again, my couch, my face. This time it was thanks to Samir Nasri's thunderbolt through Dawson's legs from just outside the area.
Expecting the tables to turn once again, I was surprised to see RvP find the net with a ruthless thwack into the roof of the net. Credit goes to Walcott for setting that one up, and also to Gomes for palming RvP's initial headed attempt onto an irresistible ball-shaped plate.
At this point, staring at the rum and coke stain on the ceiling, I was questioning destiny's intentions to fuck with me. 3-1 up, five minutes left plus stoppage for Gareth Bale being a pussy, you would have expected to see the first half run its course. But that would be terribly un-Arsenal like. Within 3 minutes Huddlestone brought Spud's deficit back to 1 goal again. Fuck.
Yeah, it's a ball, you fucking apeAfter the restart, I had attempted to appreciate what was a great end-to-end game of football. But I knew an equalizer was looming somehow. In the 70th minute Szczesny brought down Aaron Lennon in the box and it was 3-3, Van der Fart adding to his tally by converting the spot kick. Fuck.
At this point, it's simply part and parcel of Arsenal that you lose all hope of anything decent happening for the remainder of the game. There were few chances left, we threw on BarnDoor and Arshavin in lieu of Nasri and Walcott, but nothing really happened. For some reason it actually looked like we were playing for a draw.
We nearly came back with nothing of course. Wojciech helped us keep our point thanks to a great save with his feet from some Sp*rs player from pretty much the six yard area. I can't remember the player as I was drinking myself under the table.
So, once again we failed to take advantage of Yernited's slipup. Once again we gave away a lead. Once again I'm left with little faith.
And once again... aw Fuck It. Roll on 2011/2012.
Player Ratings:
Wojciech Szczesny 8
Bacary Sagna 6
Johan Djourou 7
Laurent Koscielny 7
Gael Clichy 6
Samir Nasri 7
Abou Diaby 6
Cesc Fabregas 7
Theo Walcott 8 (MOTM)
Alex Song 6
Robin van Persie 7
Jack Wilshere 7
Andrey Arshavin 5
Nicklas Bendtner 4
