Fozzy 
I have done my usual trick and jumped on the tube straight after the game without listening to post match reports or viewed anything on social media. I wanted this to come straight from the heart and I did not want any distractions.
Having been a Gooner for fifty years, I thought that I had gone to heaven when watching Wenger at his prime. I love the guy to bits for all the riches he has brought to us all over the years, but what I witnessed tonight really brought it home to me that sadly his time must surely be up.
It was plainly obvious to me that the players needed an arm around their shoulder and given some encouragement, motivation and inspiration from the touchline. But all I saw was Wenger sitting on his arse. After we let in a soft goal when Vermaelen gave their bloke the freedom of Ashburton to plant his headed in the corner, I hoped for a reaction. I waited in vain for something positive to happen. But all too soon it was halftime and we had hardly started. All we had to show for our endeavours was a spate of banging over a series of aimless corners. It was poor. Very poor.
The second half began with more urgency, although the Mertesacker/Vermaelen partnership at the back was not working well, and Arteta appeared to be offering them little protection. A small crumb of comfort appeared in the shape of a rare positive decision from Wenger. He didn’t wait until the 70thminute and went some fifteen minutes early to make a substitution and when Podolski came on the difference was there for all to see.
With fifteen minutes to go we had the game won. Keiran took the game by the scruff of the neck (or was it The Ox?) and set up The Pod, who in turn set up Giroud a minute later. That should have been it. But, with five minutes left I witnessed a colossal error of judgement. Our defence was creaking badly and urgently needed bolstering up. Jenkinson was on the bench, and with Podolski up front, the obvious change was Giroud for The Jenk as Swansea were having a go as time was running out for them. What happened next was inexplicable as Sanogo came trotting on for Giroud. The creaking fragile defence creaked even more. We needed to just see out the game but it didn’t happen. Swansea had nothing to lose and saw their opportunity. We again became outnumbered and when Arteta failed to track back, the inevitable disaster struck.
It was as if we had learnt nothing from the past few years. Arteta was Denilsonesque all evening with his crab like safety first passing Vermaelen turned into Diaby for failing to at least challenge for the header which gave them their first goal. The whole team became Alex Song when they all led an undisciplined cavalry charge in injury time leaving ourselves ridiculously exposed. I feared the worst as Swansea broke fast and it was only the ref who saved us from further embarrassment when he blew up for full time. And of course the catalogue of errors was complete with Flamini acting as the Eboue jester handing them their late equaliser.
The end result was two precious points thrown down the drain. All it needed was some sensible managerial tactics and all this could have been easily avoided.
