The game was like a smack in the kisser with one of tricky Micky’s wet babbling fish.
From the height of the Premier League to the nadir of being out-played, out muscled and consigned to the trash can of the CoC by a supposedly ‘inferior’ but totally deserving Sheffield Wednesday.
The injury to Oxo, within 4 minutes of the start of the game, was an oddity as those sharp-eyed sleuths among you would have seen him on the centre line doing acrobatic calisthenics just before kick off, which indicated he was feeling something, dirty devil or he was trying to pose like a pixillated flamingo. [no, not pixels – drunken] 🙂
As for the other injury, I heard it said that Theo was surprised and aggrieved when having stripped off his track suit, and walked to the Arsenal end to pose, he was ordered by Wenger to get on immediately and replace Oxo, without a warm up – hence the careless injury.
So what came next could not have been a surprise — the perfect storm was gathering on the horizon, or put more succinctly a cock-up of significance was brewing.
Instead of sailing majestically through to the quarter finals the good ship Arsenal was out on its ear, like a dude being invited to clear off by the club doorman for unsuccessfully groping the big blond.
Our away fans were having none of this and gave the team tremendous backing support with their rendition of ‘Good Old Arsenal’ but the players were cocking a deaf ‘un, it seems.
There is no way of glossing over the performance – we were dreadful. Unable to create a single decent passing movement until late in the game when young Bielik gave a display promising much for the future, but sadly our ‘experienced’ players were playing as if they could not be assed, and the youngsters of 17 years of age were — well too young, and fell prey to a problem the first team often find – they were just physically brushed off the ball by the older, grizzled, bigger players of Wednesday, who went through their whole repertoire of diving, clogging and being — well I guess you would have to call it ‘professional’.
There is no need to pick at the scabs of the wounds we suffered both physically and mentally following one of the worst games I have seen for a while.
This has done nothing to help team morale as we come to yet another important sequence of games, and the feel good factor of the last couple of weeks might well blow up in our faces with Swansea, Bayern and the Spurs following in quick succession.
The finger pointing is pointless in a Post, frankly, but I am sure you all have your views and opinions – so let’s hear them. 😀
Written by Red Arse (RA)