Bolton 0-2 Arsenal
We went to the Reebok and they tried to kick us off the park. Shocking. The best part is that we just let it slide and went about the business of outplaying them, despite some scary moments, and just taking what really counts: the points.
Owen Coyle has his work cut out for him, that’s or sure. I’m not so sure he’s made the right career move, despite being a Wanderer alum. Does he miss the Championship? So, new manager or no, Bolton went about playing us the only way they know how. Getting the kicks in, and… hair pulling, as it were. And they call Arsenal girls? Getting a good crunching tackle in and taking a man out is part of football, but kneeling on someone’s head, kicking them in the face and pulling their hair? That’s cowardice, and Taylor is a coward. He and his ilk got nothing last night, and they’ll go home Wednesday with nothing.
Fabregas’ goal was a thing of sheer beauty. Despite the ridiculous announcer who was having a love-in with Bolton the whole match, it wasn’t luck. No, he took the ball, touched once, and threaded a needle in less than half a second to put us ahead. That’s not luck, you dipshit. That’s skill. Merida’s was just skillful and the build up as well. Where was Bolton’s skill? Flashing the fucking ball wide six or so times? All they did was play rough, as we expect them to. But they’ve been served notice: it’s not enough anymore. Have fun trying to claw your way out of the basement.
