Really, Arsenal needs to stop being such a cardio-vascular work-out. I don’t see why we put ourselves up to it every now and then. Actually, it's more often than not. The game can be summarised quite easily.
First, crappy start, where the 11 on the field sorta played as if this was a second tier game, concentration was lax, energy was low. But so too were Hull. Then came the moment which we all knew would come. A freak goal. From a geriatric Barmby whom I thought would already be plying his trade in the back waters of semi-professional football. What a damn insult it was to find ourselves behind to a …Nick Barmby goal. In 2009 no less.
Anyways, so we huff and puff, and by the time we reach minute 75, we’ve basically seen our season in a nutshell. Dominance. Arse luck. Arse finishing, nothing to show for it.
What happens next is that Bent Nick does what he does best in the box (not finish, but create a real nuisance), and sets up the equalizer through Arshavin, then RVP. Nothing less than the near misses and headers against the bar deserved.
Of course, the second eventually comes, and no less: Mohawk Billy. They say he was offside. Perhaps. But the final touch to him could’ve come from the goalie’s glove. So there. Who cares.
So we’ve got a semi final with Chelski. Yum. At Wembley. With Cesc back, we really should have a pretty good game. What we need now is to get Fidier Frogba injured.
Finally – I’ve come to the conclusion that Hull are my new Bolton. That goddamn team that just cries out to get smacked. AND, methinks Phil Brown’s probably taken over from Fat Sam as my #1 Most Hated Manager in the Premier League. Too bad they’re not going to get demoted this season. Maybe next. Can’t stand the sight of Phil Brown and his twatty ear piece.
Good night then. We should learn to have games where we score in the first 5 minutes, then immediately in the second half, and a final one close to the end. Much better for the heart.
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