Arsenal 4-4 Tottenham
Silvestre 37, Gallas 46, Adebayor 64, Van Persie 68 – Divers: the whole fucking team
If it’s good writing and insightful reaction to last night’s horror show you seek, you may want to click away and read this instead. All you will find here is anger. And, I am trying to find the silver lining to that mess we were treated to last night, I really am… but I’m failing miserably. All I’m left with is cold disappointment… and anger. Burning, writhing anger. Rooted deep within my gut.
I’ve read all the blogs about it. I’ve read the clap trap on Arsenal.com about it. I’ve searched within. But I’m fuck all stumped for an answer. How we can piss away a lead like that… to a team rooted to the bottom of the table… to the fucking Spurs… is simply beyond my comprehension. If you were to walk up to me this afternoon and tell me it’s all a plot, a conspiracy to boost ratings for the match at White Hart Lane in February, I’d probably have to believe you. Like a drowning rat that clings to a piece of flotsam in a dark and swirling storm drain… I would believe you. For, what else could explain it?
I’ll continue to love my Arsenal. I will. But right now, we are not on speaking terms. I’ll feel better by the trip to Stoke, and I’ll cheer them on as ever before. But right now… I need space.
