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| Robin Vagina Pussy is powerless against his mortal enemy - The Penis Wizard... |
For the past several years, season after season, we've been witnessing an Arsenal team produce the kind of games we saw yesterday at Old Trafford. The kind of heartless, soulless mess, where no one puts up a fight, no one stands out, no one who's ready to grind out the result. Everyone is just riding the wave. Some, more enthusiastically than the others.
As I've already mentioned, we've been seeing it for several years now, even though the players keep coming and going. Today's team is completely different from what we had five or six years ago. Six years ago we were calling for the heads of such individuals like Pascal Cygan and Jose Antonio Reyes. Three years ago, we were convinced that Mikael Silvestre and Emmanuel Eboue were holding us down and right now it's Andre Santos and probably someone else.
Now, I do not disagree that all of the players mentioned above were/are quite terrible and we are better off without them. However, regardless of how much deadweight we've gotten rid off over the years, or how many new faces we've brought in, the ESSENCE of the team doesn't change. Season. After. Season.
It's feels like we're in a limbo, the constant feeling of "almost there". And that worries the ever loving feces out of me.
If we went through some archives, I'm 100% certain, we would've found some matches over the past few seasons that were identical to a T', to the one, we had the displeasure of watching yesterday afternoon. Lackluster, mechanical surrender, devoid of any significant effort. Tactically - verging on clueless.
On friday, my non gooner co worker, told me he put some money on Arsenal (true story), I told him he was throwing his money away. Even though, I was secretly hoping I was wrong, I thought that a draw against Man Utd at Old Trafford would be more than just sufficient. I'm becoming less and less optimistic when it comes to Arsenal.
Remember that part in "Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy", where a bartender asks Ford Prefect if he plans to watch the game and Ford says that there's no point, the bartender then asks: "Foregone conclusion, then? Arsenal without a chance?"
Now, in the book Ford Prefect says it's because the world is about to end but in reality you and me live in, there's no follow up to that dialogue. I look at the league table, I see Arsenal with 15 points after 10 Premier League games (worst start to a season since 94/95,when the team finished 12th), and I realize that Arsenal are without a chance and it is a foregone conclusion.
There isn't a point analyzing yesterday's match. Robin Vagina Pussy scored a goal after two minutes of play, thanks to the mistake from our increasingly unreliable captain, then pretended to not celebrate "out of respect" for the Arsenal fans, I presume. Where was that respect when you were engineering a move away, from the club that gave you everything you have, and from the fans who never stopped being supportive, even though you spent 90% of your Arsenal career on a treatment table? Huh? Nevermind.
Andre Santos put on an atrocious performance. His defending is piss-poor but Wenger always claimed he compensates for it with his attacking play. Well, his crosses yesterday were worse than Clichy's and that little money grabber can't cross for shit.
Oh, and another thing Santos put on yesterday - Robin Vagina Pussy's shirt...AT HALF TIME! Who the fuck does that? I know, he's probably not the brightest crayon in the box but my god, if it's that bad, the club's PR people should've prepped the team before kick off - "what not to do in close proximity to Robin Vagina Pussy".
Now, Jack Wilshere understands this premise. That's why he sent the fucker flying with one of his tackles. Oh, Jackie boy, you know how to put a smile on a misanthropic gooner's face. Unfortunately, Wilshere was a bit too enthusiastic with his tackling yesterday, having previously earned a yellow and cautioned several times by Mike Dean, at the 70' minute mark he made a challenge on Patrice Evra - who had scored Unted's second only three minutes earlier. Now if that were me, painful tackling of Evra would be mandatory but Mike Dean (who may or may not, be Fergie's rent boy), showed Wilshere a second yellow and off he went.
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| Robin Vagina Pussy surrenders in fear of being kicked by Jack Wilshere... |
There was a consolation wonder goal from Santi Carzola - one of the few, on this current team, who doesn't make my blood boil.
And last but not least, there were Arsenal fans who drowned out the entire Old Trafford with the immortal: "WE LOVE YOU ARSENAL, WE DO", even when we were trailing by two goals, the chanting never stopped. I'm not sure this Arsenal team deserves it. I'm not sure Arsene Wenger deserves it.
I have always been one of the biggest Wenger supporters you will ever meet, I don't remember the number of times, I've gotten into arguments with people defending him and his record but Arsenal is starting to lose credibility with its own supporters, some of which, don't think of it as a big club anymore.
They still support it, they still sing at the top of their lungs. They just don't expect much from the team anymore. And if, at the very least, he can't make this Arsenal team, earn respect of their own fans back, then maybe we should start looking for someone who can.
Also, No matter how many goals he scores, Robin Vagina Pussy is still one giant cunt.
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