Well, instead of going into the self-evident crapness of our situation, let's instead try to look at the positives. First, we should be safe from relegation, and should therefore still be able to torment ourselves with similar performances in the season 2009-10. Second, we've got a Champions League game on Tuesday, which we should really savour, since that'll probably be the last we see of European games in a bit. Third, if everyone leaves the team next season, that would mean that Eboue, Song, Denilson and the like leave too. Let's have a right proper house cleaning while we're at it, and start from scratch next time round.
I've just watched Man U beat Blackburn, and here are my predictions for the end of the season. I need to do this, more to purge and make sure I at least get a good night's sleep. Here it is:
Man U to win by a mile. 12 points at least. All this crap about a close season will be just that: crap. Either Pool or Chelski to finish second. Who the hell cares. Villa to finish 4th. We struggle to keep hold of 5th. We finish a good 25 points or so behind Man U - probably closer to relegation than to the top. Basically, not much different from the table today. So by bother.
For those with a sense of history, or at least pre-Wengerian history, this really ain't so bad. Let's stop dreaming about all this challenging for the title, Champions League nonsense. That's history. It's not coming back. Remember that love of your life that left you at 18? Gone. Finished. Move on. And let's face it, we've gone through similar. 1994-95. 12th. 38 points behind BLACKBURN! 6 points about the relegation zone. So this actually can be counted as a really good season. I like it!
If we do get to play in the UEFA Cup next season (or whatever it's called then), it ain't all that bad as well. Hey, remember the Cup Winners' Cup? UEFA Cup Finalists in 2000?
My heartbeat's slowing down as I write this, and feeling mighty less depressed. It might be the wine, but whatever works man.
So anways, as far as the game was concerned: in days yonder, we'd have run out comfortable 3-0 winners, with RVP putting away the chance he had in the 10th minute, and the others putting away a few of the gazillion they had. The finishing that we saw from Vela and Gallas was outright pathetic. Simply unaccetable for someone not playing with their kids out in the garden.
Arshavin had a good showing, though he must be wondering what the heck he's doing at Arse, since he ain't even going to have the benefit of the team's last season in the Champions League. Song should be told that being a midfielder means more than passing the ball sideways, a maximum of 10 yards each time. What a pathetic excuse for a midfielder. Wouldn't even have made Harry Redknapp's Pompey teams. Methinks the problems lie in the centre of our midfield. Absolutely nothing comes from there. Denilson and Song - sounds more like a campy shoe brand than a leading midfield duo. For that, the blame has to lie on the shoulders of Le Boss.
Don't think I'm going to read his post-game comments. When is he ever going to say: "Ok, I f%$ked up. The players played crap. Blame them, blame me. This sucks. I don't know what to do. But hey, it's better than before you had me right??"
Okay then. Do we look forward to Tuesday? Suppose so. I still do like the Arsenal jersey, and wouldn't mind seeing 10 grown men running around for 90 minutes in it. Just gotta ignore that ball and what it's doing.
Alrighty right. Have a good night. I'm off to do something useful. Must stop this moping. You should too.
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