After the Braga defeat on Tuesday I said that our footballing "style" at the moment is akin to having an Unresolved Sexual Tension. In a sense that we huff and puff, pass and pass. Create some great chances that we, oh so often, fail to take and have tons of possession which ultimately leads... NOWHERE.
Which is why, it was absolutely crucial for us to resolve that metaphorical tension against Villa. It would've been disastrous not to. We'd start losing our minds. We'd buy an anatomically correct doll on Ebay, call it Bianca and start telling everyone that it's our girlfriend. And so, I would compare yesterday's win to "resolving" it with a MILF, which despite her age goes to the Gym five times a week and you can definitely tell used to be hot. For some reason that's what I imagine Aston Villa would look like if it was a woman. *sigh* I'm so lonely.
The start of the first half was all us. We came out all guns blazing (see what i did there) and it was, rather unexpectedly I should say, Arshavin who was pulling the strings. He was due, I guess. The law of averages and all that. So, it wasn't surprising when he opened the scoring. James Collins and Luke Young went for the same ball and missed it, leaving Arshavin plenty of space to make a run towards the goal and just as the Villa defense started closing down on him, he drilled a low cross shot into the bottom corner. 1-0 to the Arsenal.
For the second, Nasri was the scorer. Arshavin's cleverly taken corner found him on the edge of the penalty box whereas Nasri's deflected shot found the net. There was another great chance for Nasri minutes before his goal, when after a great run he found himself one on one with Friedel but could only hit the side net.
The first half ended and there we were, sitting pretty with a soft and warm two-goal cushion. It's alright, I thought. We're too smart to let the game against Tottenham become anything more than a one-off (this season). So, naturally, when Aston Villa scored, the first thing in my head was: "ARE YOU FUCKING SHITTING ME?"
Now, the goal itself should have been disallowed since Carew was offside and blocking Fabianski. However it doesn't excuse our piss-poor defending. Squillaci's clearance was bad but the indifference of our full backs' was even worse. When Clark got the ball, neither of them even attempted to close him down or at the very least, try and block his shot. They just stood there, observing the inevitable.
Then, Chamakh made it 3-1 and our players decided it was enough hard work for a day and taking a leisurely stroll about the pitch would be preferable. And so they did. And so Clark's header hit the crossbar. And so it went in. Aston Villa 2. Arsenal 3.
Oh well, I thought. At least they're not Spurs (they don't deserve to be in bold).
I waited for the equalizer which I was convinced was coming and even after Jack Wilshere headed in our fourth, the scent of another Villa goal was...uh, in the air?
I did however, enjoy seeing an Arsenal fan invading the pitch with his pants falling down and jumping on top the Wilshere-Gibbs-Rosicky man pile (top pic).
Terrible defensive display, once again, but I guess, a win is a win.
We were top of the league for almost TWO hours. Yes, we were.
The End.
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