The yucky taste in my mouth from the defeat at City still lingers in my mouth. Like aniseed. Like liquorice. Like bad salsa. Like the reveal of Ben Kingsley’s character halfway through Iron Man 3. Like many bad tasting things.
It’s actually not purely the defeat. Losses occur, such the nature of professional sport. What irks is the manner in which it occurred, Yes – as many stated over the past few days; there is a case for both goals having been incorrectly ruled onside. But I find that something of a secondary concern. I can’t really see how we deserved anything from the 2nd half when the performance was so poor that it invited those situations. Both goals may very well have been poor refereeing decisions, but both goals could have been prevented simply by defending properly. There’s an extent to which defeats can be attributed to sub-standard officiating and others when it feels an easy excuse to mask greater deficiencies. Losing at City falls into the latter category.
But even poor defending and a bad day at the office doesn’t really matter. It happens. It’ll happen to each and every league club across all the divisions before the season is over. The frequency with with Arsenal appear to get themselves within touching distance of a league challenge, only to seemingly buckle under even the slightest pressure – that’s what causes such indignation. It adds fuel to idiots who appear to huddle around their YouTube channels waiting for bad things to happen. I do not agree with those people and the hatred they peddle in the name of becoming notorious or famous.
However, once you get past the varying degrees of reaction, whether they be bad or good, you understand that we’re all reacting to the same thing. and it’s hard to deny during times like this, there does appear to be something not quite right. We’ve all seen this movie before, and it’s sequels. We know what’s going to happen. We sense that something isn’t quite as it should be within the team.
Of course, it’s pretty obvious once the fog of defeat subsides, I’m only feeling this way because we lost. Had we taken 6 points from the previous two fixtures, I’d happy as a pig in the proverbial pile of sh*t. Such is the fickle nature of us football fans. But given the circumstances and that sense of pessimism they bring, my mind wanders to the maddening frequency of it all. Why does this keep happening? Is it simply a vagary of perception or emotion ruling the rational mind? Perhaps. Or is there something not quite right. Does familiarity breed contempt? Does something need to be changed for the greater good? *echo’s “greater good” in Hot Fuzz style*
Perhaps we do need a change, something to shake things up. Don’t expect an answer from this blog as I’ve no idea what that could be. Some call for Arsene to be bundled into a spacecraft and fired into the sun at the first sign of trouble, I’m not one of those. I want to see a change in the way things progress, but I want nothing more than to see Arsene administer that change. There is no man better to take us forward. Well, that might not be true. My burning love for Arsene and all his accomplishments might be clouding judgement slightly.
The simple truth is I’ve no f*cking clue what I want to see occur in the future, only that it not be the same, predictable defeats when things just appear to be turning a corner. No more unceremonious exists from cup competitions or a title challenge that all but disappears before it’s even begun. No more churlish bickering and insipid insults exchanged between people supposed to be supporting the same team. I’m tired of all of that.
But hey, the weekend brings another fixture and all of this can change over the course of 90 minutes should results elsewhere be favourable. Nothing is won yet and there a mighty distance to travel until that happens. We can still come together and turn it all around. Will that happen? Probably not. We could all muster a guess where this season will go because, as I said, we’ve seen this movie before.
That’s all for today, folks. I’ll be back soon with more offering and such. Until that time, why not comment below and shower your thoughts across the internet for the world to see – or the 10 people that visit here every day. As always; thanks for reading, you beautiful bastards.