Afternoon again, folks.
Ordinarily, posting a review once the game has finished is something I make a point of steering well clear of. When emotions run high and frustration has you within its grasp, opinion can veer wildly towards bitterness and fury. The decision to write this post isn’t because of a bout of apoplexy or the urge to pour my soul into cyberspace, but because I currently feel none of those emotions. Instead, I’m slumped at my desk clawing at the keys with an air of resignation.
Should I be asked to describe a quintessentially ‘Arsenal’ poor performance, today’s match against Hull would be an excellent example; we start brightly, concede to the opposition’s first meaningful attack, go behind and only come alive in the final third when teetering on the precipice of defeat. The vast majority of the possession stats go firmly in our favour, only for that time with the ball to produce little or nothing.
There are moments of contention we can look at as a means of excuse. Diame impeded Flamini on his way to scoring the equaliser and the Referee was certainly a monumental bellend throughout the 90 minutes. Continue reading