Okay. That was sh*te. The English language is complex, mellifluous and wonderfully varied, but sometimes a little bit of profanity sums things up better than any carefully chosen conglomeration of words. Sh*te…
Let’s get one thing out of the way first; the referee was beyond awful. He was so bad, I pondered wether he was being controlled from afar by a maniacal Spurs fan. Quite comfortably one of the worst displays of officiating I’ve seen in a while. Yet, I can’t put down yesterday’s result to anything other than an appalling case of mismanagement over the summer.
We all knew something like this was coming. Throughout the close season, the Arsenal community, known for its bickering and opposed factions, was in universal agreement about one thing; the squad needed to be strengthened. Jettisoning the deadwood was a good move, but doing so left a threadbare squad. Day, weeks and months passed, and I was certain we’d do something positive in the market before the season begun. We didn’t, and now we have nine fit first team players. NINE.
I’ve defended Arsene many times in the past. God knows I revere the man for all he’s brought to our club in terms of past accomplishments, but I can’t defend him at the moment. If there is a logical reason for our failure to bolster the ranks, I can’t see it. There isn’t a paucity of quality players out there. There isn’t a lack of funds. There isn’t a lack of appeal in joining Arsenal. Manchester City signed two strikers on the same day. Even Spurs (bleugh) have brought in Paulinho and Soldado. There isn’t a good reason to have not done our business months ago.
We’ve signed a young Frenchman with a bit of a dodgy injury record, and let 17 players head in the opposite direction. To begin a season this short, when we’ve had every opportunity to improve is unforgivable, and only Arsene can take the blame for it.
The only shred of positivity I glean from yesterday is the hope it serves as a similar boot-to-arse as the walloping we received at Old Trafford a couple of years ago. Then, we were in a similar situation to now – albeit we aren’t losing our top players this time around. The squad was brutally exposed that day, and will be again if we don’t do something.
I expect we will. Arsene will probably re-sign Mathieu Flamini and maybe snap up another defender from Turkey with eating problems and a penchant for dangerous drving. All done at the last minute to patch up holes everybody and their grandmother could see a mile away.
Negativity and bitching isn’t something I like to do. Ordinarily, I’m quite the rational soul. I almost feel dirty typing these words, but I challenge anyone to defend what’s occurred, to give me a cast iron, logical reason for our failure to address extraordinarily obvious problems.
The defeat is bad enough. We shouldn’t be losing home games to Villa. Worst of all for me is the state of the team – tattered and painfully thin. I’ll love them until the day I die, support them when they take to the pitch regardless of how I may feel. I just wish someone at the club would do something, anything to make me believe they feel the same way. And if Arsene can’t any longer, then I’m afraid it might actually be time for him to go.
That’s all for today, folks. The above may be a little disjointed, but I’m writing off the top of my head and as quickly as possible. I’ve a really busy day ahead of me today, but I’ll be popping by to read some of your comments at every available moment. Should be an interesting one…
As always; thanks for reading, you beautiful bastards.