My last blog was a fortnight ago, when I was incandescent with rage after watching our capitulation against Blackburn. My advice at the time was for Pat “Sun Lounger” to be pensioned off, for a defensive coach to be brought in, and for Mr Gazidis to have a strong word with Weng while they sat together watching the midweek game in the Bling Layer. Since the Blackburn defeat, we beat the Bolton whipping-boys only after having to endure a wretched first half. Then, last Wednesday, we somehow managed to cling on to three points against a very average Greek team.
Before yesterday’s game, Weng received the dreaded vote of confidence from the Yank with the dodgy ‘tache. and then Weng himself went on the offensive, wanting to make Arsenal the best team in the world and coming out again with the “fourteen seasons in the Champion League” mantra. Strong words, but we needed to wait to see what would happen on the pitch.
At the start of the Totterington game, I was ever hopeful that we could do the business against ‘Arry’s team of misfits. I thought that we could easily overrun their midfield due to ‘Arry’s strange tactics. So what happened to our so-called big players yesterday, then? Arteta was completely anonymous; so was Benny Hill when he came on. Coquelin looked like Deckchair Denilson in disguise, Gervinho is turning into another Hleb and, finally, Walcott was a total waste of space. When I saw The Ox last Wednesday, I immediately thought of Walcott but with skill. Yesterday, The Ox wasn’t even on the bench. And to crown it all, for the next few weeks it looks like we are going to have to put up with the hapless Jenkinson who looks totally out of his depth.
We now sit amongst the nether regions of the Premier League with seven points from seven games. Add that lot to last season’s nightmare, and we are obviously in more than a spot of bother. If it wasn’t for our keeper for keeping us in it yesterday, for Song for showing us how crossing the ball should be done, and for Percy - since whenever he is on the pitch there is always hope - we would have been buried long before they banged in the winner. Can anybody in their right mind actually see Percy signing on the dotted line at the end of this woeful season?
I repeat my same message to Weng and Sun Lounger from two weeks ago. What do you get up to on the training ground? Where is the management? Where is the coaching? Please sort it out.
Worst of all, yesterday we were beaten by Totterington. Now, that really hurts. I now have to cope with having to put on a brave face to all the baying Neanderthals who will hunt me down in their hordes. In all my 49½ years of being a Gooner, losing to that bunch of useless twats totally depresses me and makes me irritable for ages. I care about The Arsenal and it makes my blood boil to watch half my team ponce about all afternoon being watched by two people who have forgotten how to manage.