Sometimes it’s good to take a day off, that’s what I’m doing.
The fucked up thing is that Gervais is actually a really good player, Hazard said he was the most talented team mate he had ever had! when he puts on our shirt, he sucks as hard as that Tottenham troll who’s been posting here recently sucks his father on matchdays! just a weird player on a weird team.
Enjoy the sabbath, Tim. Keep it sacred. Dixit Dominus etc.
As for me and my house…well, the anger has worn off, and has been replaced by quiet sobbing. It’s like in the movies when the old dude cries and there’s no sound, just a scrunched-up face and shoulders heaving.
In a way, I’ve been a bit surprised by how despondent we all are about this game. It’s not as if equal or better teams than us haven’t been dumped out of domestic cups this season. I suppose the misery derives from how often we’ve seen it happen in recent years, and to do so twice in one season to lower league opposition is probably the last straw for some. That, combined with our fairly mediocre league form…
The only hope for a trophy this season is now the 7amkickoff 4th-place trophy, and I’d say it’s a slim one. And yes, though we’ve been here before, I guess we’re getting a little tired of it.
I wonder if it really is the end of an era? Or do we now need to resign our expectations to something like Everton levels? I mean, you ask most Everton fans, and they’re pretty happy right now…
there’s still anger, a quite one though, within me. Seeing Arsenal flopped once again with the pattern played out the same over and over again during games.
It hurts to see our supported team lost, doesn’t matter to who and in what circumstances. What really hurts is to hear other jeers when the name ARSENAL is mentioned. “why ? Still supporting Arsenal ? Who won nothing over zillion years ?”
No, I won’t stop being a fan of Arsenal. Perhaps stubborn like Arsene, and won’t change.
gervinho is utter garbage. i’ve seen nothing these past couple of seasons to suggest he is ever going to deliver on a consistent basis. utter garbage.
the BEST player at the african cup of nations, according to THE PROFESSOR, MR ARSENE WENGER
I don’t think that supporting your lifelong club and having a modicum of expectation is unreasonable. Just like blindly accepting poor performances while paying good money makes you rather an idiot.
You know, if someone told you before the game that Arsenal would lose 1-0, I’d bet every single Arsenal fan could tell you exactly how it would happen.
“Arsenal will dominate the game with 70-something-percent possession, get lots of shooting opportunities but squander them all. Blackburn will sit back and defend, their keeper will have a blinder, and they will get a goal from a moment when someone in the Arsenal defence has a brain fart.”
Because how many times have we seen the exact same thing? I know no other “top” level club who can so frequently get turned over by lesser teams in this manner.
So if this is a scenario everyone who follows Arsenal is extremely familiar with, how does it keep happening season after season? Part of the role of the manager and his coaching staff is surely to identify weaknesses and put in measures to fix them.
Of note, is that the goal came soon after the 3 substitutions, Outside of the first 8 minutes of the game they didn’t have a whiff of the goal. His substitutions created the goal when Theo failed to track his man.
Why three subs all at once and why wait until the 70th minute? Wilshere and Poldi for Gervinho and Diaby seemed more logical at about the 60th minute. Tactical naivety?
Instead of starters and subs, I wonder if Wenger was thinking of a starting and a sub midfield unit, which would help all of them get a good feel of playing together. Sunday, Arsene started with the sub unit and switched in the starting unit when he decided we really needed to go for goal?
People keep saying that no other “top-level” team gets beaten consistently by lower level clubs; every “top-level” team gets beaten by lower level clubs.
I’m bummed too but stop all the sobbing already. We dominated possession, created chances, and we got stung when our golden boy Theo didn’t track his man. Also, I would have taken off Diaby instead of Rosicky… perhaps a fitness thing (?) but Rosicky seemed to be really hitting a groove.
At any rate, still in for the CL and the 4th Place Trophy and it finally feels like we won’t be losing half of our stars this summer, so I’m looking up. Join me if you want.
Brilliant. I’m with you. Tired of wallowing in misery – it’s no damn fun.
Good for you, but, in the immortal words of Lesley Gore, “it’s my party, and I’ll cry if I want to.” How I express my support of Arsenal is “my party.” I’m gloomy in large part because my expectations of this team are higher than its actual abilities, and also because realistically we just blew our last chance at a trophy. You say “still in for the CL,” but nobody really believes we’ll progress past Bayern, let alone whatever other European superpower we might face if for by some miracle we progress past the Germans. Imagine a United v Arsenal final, for instance, and you’re imagining a foregone conclusion.
You’re just the gung-ho type. Good for you. But you’ll forgive me if I’m not at all convinced by those who tell us we shouldn’t be upset about getting dumped out of the FA Cup, about our league position, about our reactive transfer ‘strategy’, and about our infinitesimally tiny chance of winning the CL.
“You’re just the gung-ho type.”
Duh. Just trying to remind people that the world didn’t just end.
“… we [should] be upset about getting dumped out of the FA Cup, [etc].”
I didn’t say that people shouldn’t be upset or that I’m not upset; I am absolutely upset and disappointed. I merely said that I remain optimistic [about the team coming together under Arsene]. I also said to stop sobbing; it reminds me of the TV panning to the 7 year old crying his eyes out after a loss. Grow up! We weren’t even to quarter finals yet!
“… our infinitesimally tiny chance of winning the CL.”
I hope Jack’s optimism can inspire the team to keep fighting. When we win, you can say you heard it from me first (of course the chance is small, that’s not the point).
… and we hate Tottenham!
I also said to stop sobbing; it reminds me of the TV panning to the 7 year old crying his eyes out after a loss. Grow up!
How ageist of you.
Well, I’m taking everything lightly and with a smile form now on. Today I asked the missus to buy all kind of creams, gels and stuff for the sore arse that the germans will inflict upon us come Tuesday.
I predict some crazy scoreline like 6-5 or something like that, one season-ending injury to one of our most important players and 1 or 2 red cards. Just for fun’s sake.
*from now on
I’m thinking of taking a year-long sabbatical if I’m honest. The wins don’t mean as much these days, and the losses don’t hurt so much either. I still read all the football news I can – religiously, even – and I still seem to live life between Arsenal games. But during the games, the passion isn’t what it used to be. The enjoyment isn’t there. And after the games, the feeling (be it good or bad) doesn’t last. It used to be that a win will brighten up the next couple of days: sun shining, birds singing, all that jazz. And the losses bring storm clouds and thunder, whatever the weather outside. But now, the wins bring relief more than anything else, and the anger from a loss subsides within the hour, replaced by a mild feeling of sadness.
Maybe a sabbatical will bring back the passion (and maybe, in that time, the philosophy will change, and we’ll start challenging as a club of our stature should).
Indeed my friend, very similar feelings here.
The best Arsenal blogs like this one, have so many benefits. The ability to vent for one. If ever Gooners are going to vent it after a result like that. We were 0 goals on 16 shots. They were 1 ridiculous goal on 1 lucky, badly parried, rebound shot. But this is how it’s been going down for us lately, and Eurazian @1:32 is spot on.
Right royal cock-ups, brain farts, or whatever euphimism really do not do these justice. We are living in some wierd parallel universe enough out of synch with the real world that we are reduced to the excellent vignette Tim wrote the other day. Like a Bridget Jone’s diary except written by Stephen King.
The wierdness and angst is compounded when we see Chelsea do what we should have the done the very next day. And now we have to play Bayern. We need Roland Deschaine from the Dark Tower to rescue us…
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