Our Sunday League game was called off today. As treasurer, linesman etc I miss my Sunday Morning game, you see Sunday morning football was always like taking sorbet between courses, it cleaned the pallet, if Arsenal win or lose, Sunday morning "hangover football" sweeps all doom and elation away in equal measure to prepare me for Arsenal's next game. Somehow the efforts of our collection of weekend warriors brings me a peace that I like to have on a Sunday afternoon, without this morning game I have to get the Man City game out of my system in another way, so hopefully this will be an adequate substitute.

From the usual post match comments from yesterday’s games one did make me sit up. "I have every confidence in this set of players." Wrong, this did not come from Arsene but Tony Mowbray and that did frighten me a bit because I believed yesterday that City would have probably lost to any other team except perhaps West Brom and ourselves and when you hear a comment like that from the manager of the bottom club it is a severe reality check.

When a team is stripped bare like ours was yesterday, normally the good decent training methods and tactics that are drummed into you carry you to a reasonable level of performance, things like playing the way you are facing, forcing players into places they do not want to go, closing down any threats early in the game and the old favourite of passing the ball to a player in the same colour shirt. We did none of that and although I was sure Stoke City was the season’s worst performance, yesterday's effort beat that by a country mile.

When I played my serious Saturday football 30 odd years ago, our manager had a favourite routine, 4 cones (it was not Stewart Houston) set in a square the size of a penalty area. We played for 3 minutes flat out 3 against 1, the one would be a defender or a defensive midfielder and he would have to force a mistake or win the ball from the 3 in a pass and move session. If you did it properly you finished on you knees but good trainers and players could shut down the 3 and force mistakes, we had a couple of ex pros in our team and they prevented any rhythm being set by the 3 by sheer hard work. It was part of our basic training.

Why do I mention this? Well, watching Alex Song yesterday he clearly has never played 3 to 1 in his life. You could see him thinking, "No, f*** that - by the time I get to him he is going to pass it to his mate so I will wait here for them to come to me". Vic Groves lacked pace but compared to Song he was like Walcott. We all detested Robbie Savage but at least he got there to foul the player, Song is not a midfield player. He may make a centre back if and when somebody inserts a rocket far enough up his rectum to blow some sense into his i-pod befuddled brain!

Poor Denilson, a Cesc fill-in, a player with a good first touch who is never going to play holding midfield in his life. It is not about ability, it is about mindset. Holding midfield players have an edge, a streak that counts the blows for and against and are always seeking redress. Once Peter Storey, in a game after a player had badly fouled Jon Sammels, just gently jogged over to were Jon was receiving treatment and walked up to the perpetrator and with that menacing dead pan grimace, looked over his shoulder to note his number. I swear to you that player hid for the rest of the game until Peter found him in the last ten and left his mark. That is what makes a holding player - that nasty, niggley professional streak.

Denilson is not nasty, he is a playmaker as is Nasri, Diaby and Cesc. The players are lacking in belief, the good players don't think the young players are good enough and now the young players themselves don't think they are good enough. Cesc is having a poor season and Gael Clichy is now like a Greek tragedy, the Gods seem to be punishing his every mistake, in undiluted English and I hate to say it but I think Wenger has lost the dressing room.

This amazing slide from being the most brilliantly ruthless machine in the Premiership to a Jekyll & Hyde team - and now only a Mr Hyde team - has come so quickly that the very future of the club is threatened. In my opinion this is because, as sure as the dressing room has gone from Wenger, the board has lost us the fans.

With fresh talk about our new CEO, I pray that someone is appointed soon to our leaderless and rudderless club. And when elected to the board their first job must be to get some clothing for our brilliant but eccentric manager because from where I am standing poor Arsene is as naked as the day he was born.