Fozzy 
I have just returned home still in rage mode following today’s lunchtime game. I have not looked at any match reports which could have possibly clouded my judgment. Let’s not hide behind the pleasant result. The performance was awful as we scraped home with an own goal and a dodgy penalty.
There was so much that went wrong today. Wenger has 33 hours left to bring in a quality centre half because watching Squillaci was not a pleasant experience. He could and should have done far better on the build up to the red card incident, giving the team a lot to do in the second half. However, he obviously wasn’t helped with The Dwarf losing the ball and a powder puff challenge from Deckchair. More about them later.
I tried to keep a log of the good and bad points during the game but in the end I was scribbling so furiously I was missing yet another unforced error or ridiculous back pass.
The Spanish Waiter hardly inspired confidence in his defenders, especially as we had the full array of the usual suspects on display.
Ebouseless was at his imperious worst with 12 unforced errors. Yet again he threw himself on to the ground in the second half feigning injury only to be seen sprinting down the wing with the ball (only to lose it) seconds later. I hate that.
Koscielny was one of the few players to come out of the game with any credit. He kept his head in a sea of sh*te.
Gibbs had one of his poorest games in a red shirt. I appreciate that he was hardly helped our by The Dwarf, but his positional sense was all over the place and was outplayed by a “good honest pro” from the lower divisions.
Diaby returned to the team and yet again flattered to deceive. His game was littered with seven unforced errors, and although he did his best to protect the back four, he was culpable for failing to pick up his man when they equalised from a corner – a goal which you could see coming throughout the second half.
Nasri’s hamstring injury is a blow. Could all this have been avoided by resting him and playing Rosicky from the start? Poor tactics, Mr Wenger. Rosicky hardly covered himself with glory, but did improve when the game got stretched in the second half.
Bringing on One Song at the start of the second half was the right decision. However, it did my blood pressure no good to see him racing through the midfield in the second half, once again thinking that he was Pele.
The Dwarf keeps trying but nothing is coming off for him. You would have thought that against this lot he would have achieved something, but alas, his current displays are simply not good enough. He did make me happy in the second half by running back and putting in a stupendous tackle just as one of their “good honest pros” was about to pull the trigger.
Why did Chamakh get subbed at half time? Surely the whole world could see that Barry was having one of his usual games, missing seven goalscoring opportunities and displaying a first touch reminiscent of The Beast. How he had the cheek to claim the first goal was anyone’s guess, and I hope he hangs his head in shame at conning the abject ref for the penalty decision.
Which brings me on to Cesc. Thank goodness we have still got him on board, but he was very lucky not to have been sent off. I thought he was booked for arguing that the yellow card in the penalty incident should have been red, and my heart was in my mouth when he had a yellow shown at him for kicking the ball away a few minutes later.
I have saved Deckchair until last. Never have I seen such a wretched performance from anyone wearing a red shirt. A total of 13 unforced errors and a personal best 31 ridiculous back passes, every one breaking up any forward momentum which we badly needed all afternoon. One back pass in the first half was so bad that it created a good goal scoring opportunity. His tackling was ineffective, he was ambling around all day and surely a half fit Aaron Ramsey must be a better option at this time. I have had more than enough of watching this complete cock.
Finally, you Mr Wenger. It can’t have given you any pleasure from watching this lot. The clock is ticking. Please act fast before yet another season falls to pieces. I’m just glad that I am not a Totterington Neanderthal, having to watch similar nightmare performances like this every week.
