After the Villa game, I found myself in what appeared to be a scene from “Dawn of the Dead”, hundreds of listless, lethargic, quietly groaning men stumbling towards me. Turns out they were Arsenal fans and who can honestly blame them for their reaction? We had just lost to Aston Villa at our supposed stronghold with our supposed first teamers failing miserably.

I was geared up for the game and as I ate my chicken tikka wrap with my dad, I heard many optimistic scores being bounced round, some sounded closer to the England rugby score of the same day! The mood however changed pretty much as soon as Bendtner touched the ball. I think of Bendtner highly and was astounded at his lack of quality. He had as much power and physical presence as a chihuahua and the first touch of a man who has been cryogenically frozen for 50 years! I am ashamed to admit this, but once or perhaps twice during the game I wished we had Baptista instead of Bendtner. You know it’s going to be one of those days when you start wishing for Baptista, it makes me shiver to think of those two in the same sentence. One of the highlights of the game, apart from one really good throw in (shows how great the game was), was a man behind me shouting, “Run Forest run!” as our inane Dane plodded fruitlessly towards a Denilson long ball.

Our little Theo Walcott managed to create a time machine and after half time he emerged as little Theo from two years ago. He seemed to be shy, too quick for his brain and on a different plane to everyone else. At least he was trying to make breakthroughs and went for every ball unlike his comrades. I have a feeling that the only result Fabregas, Denilson and Nasri cared about was who was going to be kicked off X Factor.

I thought Diaby was great and it is a shame the team did not capitalise on his attacks. No longer is he ‘Bambi on Steroids’, he has matured into a livewire in the Bergkamp position. He is fast, very strong, assured with the ball and has seemed to iron out the kinks in his game. He has a few great tricks up his sleeve and has one hell of a shot. Thank the lord for Abou Diaby. In my opinion, it will not be Bendtner who replaces Van Persie in a few years but our man from Senegal.

After about sixty minutes of watching our team wither, hope came in the lanky, smiley form of the Togonator. Adebayor came on with about half an hour to impress and that he did. He ran the channels with ease and showed good strength and determination with a couple of good chances created by his running. He then hit the bar with a header and proved in those thirty odd minutes why he will always be better than Bendtner. It was too little too late however and before you knew it Clichy scored a great header against a poor goalkeeper… at our end. To make matters worse Agbonlahor, a man who always looks like one of those lost children at department stores, buried our hopes of winning the game and the Premiership.

I bet some Arsenal fans wish someone would bury them right now.