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I'm Too Drunk Now to Think of Anything Witty to Put In This Box...

9/24/2016

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Arsenal: Lots Us: F*ck All
Saturday 24th September 2016 17:30


I've scooped stuff out of my cat's litter tray after feeding him curry that looks better than Chelsea did today. I imagine the only thing that could be any more horrific to watch would be Mary Berry and Arsene Wenger making a porno that made inappropriate use of a whisk and a banana (devil's food). I like to think she is too classy for this. Him, I'm not too sure...  

The others: They won. We didn’t. I suppose Pogba can have a million because he scored but I think that puts him on £7.5m. If he gets over £50m by the end of this season I will find him and lick him. He's toss. Someone who had a worse day than us? I’m dubbing this: “The Day That Wayne Rooney’s Career Died.” You get dropped and your mates are 4-0 up at half time. Ouch.

Our game: As much fun as it was playing ‘let’s try and wedge a seven foot man in a space made for a five-year old” before kick off, (all the epic sized cushy seats don’t leave any leg room) it sucks that this was the highlight of the evening. If last Friday was Rocky V, then this was Creed: an abomination that once burned onto your eyeballs can never be forgotten, no matter how much you want to forget it ever happened.

Were we going to get the version of Chelsea from last Friday, or were we going to get the second half Leicester version from Tuesday night? I just can’t guess anymore. It looked as if it actually had the potential to be a good match, but we had our answer inside fifteen minutes when we were already 2-0 down thanks to f*ckmuppetry of the kind of calibre that saw Napoleon march on Moscow wearing budgie smugglers and a sun hat. Oh dear Gary Cahill. Oh dear. (And this is coming from me, when most of my chums know that given the chance I would cling to his leg like a horny Jack Russell if there wasn’t someone there to sit on me and prevent me from being arrested) To be fair, I don’t think it hurt anyone in the stadium more than him. Still, shocking. But we can come back? Right? 

Wrong. Because everybody forgot that Bellerin can run fast. Or that part of the aim of a football match is to prevent the opposition from scoring. At that point, there was no fight in our boys at all, no pressure, apart from Costa, who I wish we could have cloned ten times today, because all they could do was bring him down. Against my better judgement, I believed we might have been turning things around for a five minute spell coming up to half time, until our centre backs decided to bomb after the same player like Rooney chasing down my nan and ignore everything going on around them. Sigh. Upshot of the first half? A f*cking shambles. 

But what is this? We’ve suddenly got all this posession at the beginning of the second half? Is something magical going to happen? Of course it isn’t. It amounts to much passing around on the centre line and failing to get it in the box, before some generous soul gives it back to Arsenal and they almost score again. Rinse and repeat many times. Fabregas got sacrificed so we could go three at the back, by which time the likelihood of working miracles in this match would have been up there with HWWNBN winning a Nobel Peace Prize. Out of time, out of ideas. 

I don’t think Conte has the staff to play the way he wants to, and it is going to take some time to either replace people, or to find out what he can and can’t do to effect change in a game with the personnel that he does have. Note to Conte, probably don’t try the three at the back thing again until there is someone there who will marshal everybody properly. Also, don’t take Fabregas off when he is the best chance you have of masterminding play that will get you a goal at the other end.

Matic might have been our best player in the first half. Yes. That is how bad it was. I can’t really fault Kante, Dave, or Costa, but when only three people turn up you’re doomed. I’m not going to have a go at the subs, because the damage was already done when they were thrown on, but I don’t think the manager deployed them in the best manner. Behold how Sideshow and Cahill at the back fails to work again. (I’ll throw something out there - If JT isn’t fit next week would it be so radical to play Alonso and move Ivanovic into the middle with one of them? If he isn’t convincing anyone at right back because he can’t run, he can still defend, right?) Hazard and Willian drifted in and out of the match with about as much appeal as a dirty fart trapped in a lift, and Courtois needs a lengthy course (in which anything he does wrong is punished by a 10,000 volt electric shock to the nutsack) in what to do when you come for the ball. Because waving your arms like Inspector Gadget on speed and falling over elaborately doesn’t work. 


As we sang for a long, long time, we are the only team in London with the European cup. Our only solace this season will be going home to cuddle our inflatable trophies while other people fight it out for the league this season if we don’t address some of these issues very soon. 

The only thing that has made me smile since I got home is a sincere apology from Gonzo for his sobriety last Friday. He promises to try harder for Leicester, even though it is an early kick off.

Balls to football. Hello Mr. Gin. Meet my mouth. 

Let us never speak of this day again.​

AC





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Fat Nakago link
9/29/2016 05:36:18 am

What I wrote on my own blog in a post entitled Ponies In Jumpers more than two years ago on Feb 19, 2014 was true then, is STILL true today, and guess what!!?? Not a FOCKING thing has been done about the problem in all that time!! Here's what I wrote then, in the aftermath of a Man City 2-0 Chelsea tilt:

"I’ve been railing for the past few years now about John Terry’s leadership and how essential it has been, and is, for Chelsea to succeed. With him sidelined for the past 2 games, the results have highlighted his absence. What I’ve been railing about of course is the Chelsea has done almost nothing to find a replacement for his leadership ((and yes, I know, as should everyone of you, that John Terry is absolutely unique and irreplaceable)) and his knowledge of the game. Cahill and Luiz as good as they are, don’t have either at the moment. They don’t have that special spark, yet. They don’t have that pony magic that John Terry brings to the game."

The full post is at http://www.themagicworld.org/bloog/ponies-jumpers/ if any of y'all want to give it a read.

But the whole issue of the defense and defensive leadership has been going on for a LONG focking time now. WAY too long. Through a countess parade of coaches from AVB on forward. Nothing has been done about the REAL problem. The only constant in that sad parade of defensive frailty has been Michael Emenalo. Like Pedro, he's been even MORE useless and way more of a DONKEY and like TITS ON A BULL. Are you telling me that with the $$$$ ((yeh.yeh...my keyboard is USA! USA!! USA!!)) that Abromovich can flash that at least ONE actual REAL defensive stalwart wouldn't have been prised loose from Italy, say, to join one of the great Italian coaches at the Bridge? Really now?? Emenalo is a joke and has to go, NOW!! But I've been saying that for the past 4-5 years already.

And now Ivan pokes his facking head above the sludge and whines that they (he) don't (doesn't) believe in what they're doing...this from a report in the MIRROR, I believe, that bellweather of reportage...anyway... The point being is that even IF Ivan believed in what they're trying do, he still CAN"T FOCKING DO IT ANYWAY!! Both him and Cahill are in decline or would be better served playing with Geoff Cameron at Stoke or something, or down in the Championship trying to stop Nicklas Bendtner from ever scoring again.

There. THAT'S how feel about ArseAnal 3-0 Chelsea!!.

I watched Dortmund spank Freiberg this weekend 3-1 and then boatrace Him & Co. to a 2-2 Champions League draw and I began to feel, and not for the first time, that WE should get a different person named Michael to be in charge of our transfers and player recruiting/development. If not Michael Zorc himself, then someone very much like him.

Our Michael seems to think Michael Keane, from BURNLEY is a solution, and at 25 million no less!! He should just hop on Pedro and ride off into the sunset and tilt at windmills on someone else's dime.

Now I'm done.

KTBFFH!!!

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