Wilshere And Welbeck Out And There’s No Need To Panic!


“3 weeks!?”
Morning, delicious individuals.

Saturday is upon us. Whilst we have to wait another day for Arsenal to be back in action, it’s good to have the distraction of meaningful fixtures away from Jose Mourinho and his sideshow misogyny. I wouldn’t be at all surprised to see that man casually beheading supporters’ pets and loved ones in the centre circle at Stamford Bridge if he suspected it would direct focus from his team’s failings. 

Yesterday’s press conference was pretty much as I expected: a few nuggets of information pertaining to the team and a great deal of talk about what went wrong the previous weekend. 

Arsene established that Wilshere was coming through the healing process remarkably well and ‘Dat Guy Welbz’ (I strongly dislike like that moniker) would be returning to the first team fold somewhere in the region of ‘Dat Three Weekz’ (Such is my disdain for the aforementioned moniker, I’ve attempted to mock it with a joke that doesn’t really make sense).

Once the formalities were out of the way, a barrage of “What happened?” and “What are you going to do?” questions followed. 

Arsene had this to say:

“We have a big following and disappointed people are emotional, that is understandable and it hurts us as well to disappoint people who have a high level of expectation.

“We have analysed what happened to us, but we don’t have to go overboard with what happened. It is a defeat and it hurts, but that shouldn’t take our belief in our potential away.

“A strong season is down to the way that you respond to disappointment so we will focus on our next game. We will prepare for that.
“Every defeat makes you a bit smaller, but it is our job to take it in perspective with 37 games to go.”

There’s not much there to disagree with.

At Selhurst Park on Sunday we have the chance to get ourselves back on track having shown so much promise in pre season. It won’t be easy and the opening defeat has brought back some of the anxiety you more commonly associate with watching Arsenal.

It’ll probably be one of those occasions where heart failure seems imminent throughout the 90 minutes and spare underpants are required close by…

I’ll be previewing the game tomorrow along with a few other bits. We’ve not unveiled a mega signing out of the blue so there’s not much else to talk about today. The comments await your thoughts as they customarily do at this time. 

I must dash as I’ve work and other such irritating distractions to attend to. As always: thanks for reading, you beautiful bastards. 

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