This is all starting to get a bit tedious isn't it?
Scoring twice away from home against lowly opposition would be enough to take three points for any top four team with title aspirations. Not this team. Oh God no.
The Circus that is Arsenal arrived at the Hawthorns three points behind Man Utd with a game in hand. The changing room beforehand was a scene that Billy Smart himself would be proud of. The team jogged into the away changing room wearing bright coloured costumes, spinning bow ties, squirty flowers and carrying buckets of tiny pieces of paper. The West Brom players in the changing room next door must have been wondering what was going on amid the shrieks of laughter and the honks of noses.
Arsene Wenger followed the team in and gently pushed the door open. It promptly fell off.
'Play time is over.'
'But, boss!' Screamed Almunia.
'No, Manuel. Play time is OVER. '
They sat down, wiped off the face paint and got changed.
Out they trotted into the sunshine, ten resplendent in their rhubarb and custard kit and shiny boots, the hilarity of the changing room antics left behind them, one of them in black still wearing his big shoes. Time to focus on the job in hand.
Three minutes in, and we conceded a goal from a corner. The prolific Andy Reid towering above Aaron Ramsey to power a header past the hapless Almunia, rooted to the ground. At the other end, Ramsey should have done better from a rebound of Van Persie's header, three yards out, he had time to compose himself and stick the ball either side of Scott Carson. Nope. He hit it straight at him. Shattered limbs and full fitness issues aside, he had to do better.
Changes were made at half time. The utterly useless Denilson made way for Chamakh and we went 4-4-2. A quick word on Denilson, if I may. This pillock has been at our club for five years now. He was never good enough to play for our team and never will be. He offers literally nothing, except accurate sideways passing and an uncanny ability to turn the ordinary into awful. I've seen enough, now go away.
Chris Brunt should have made it two from a sweeping move, but with fifty eight minutes gone they doubled their lead, with more than a little help from us. Roll up, roll up!
A long hoof upfield from Mulumbu panicked Almunia into tear arsing out of his penalty area to deal with a situation, that frankly, had nothing to do with him. It was Squillaci's problem, and under normal circumstances with the keeper being where he should be, a header back to him would suffice. However, he found himself face to face with the onrushing Almunia, the ball broke clear of the two of them and Odemwingie rolled it into an empty net. Seriously, Manuel, if you're going to come and deal with it, then deal with it. The look on his face said it all. Honk Honk.
He may be the third choice keeper now, but he's been playing at the top level long enough. It was an awful decision, a schoolboy error, something you expect to see at Sunday league level, but not in The Premier League. Shocking, astounding and unbelievable. No excuses, mate, pack your big fucking shoes in your bag, stick Denilson in there and all while you're at it, and clear off. You dick.
Yeah, we scored two goals and snatched a point, but another goalkeeping error three minutes from time up the M6 handed Man Utd three points. Leaving us five points behind with a game in hand, nine to play. We've dropped four points in our last two league games against teams that we should beat, and I can feel this running away from us. What hurts most is not the actual results, just the shocking predictability of them. I've mentioned before that this team lacks the necessary bollocks, and nothing that I've seen from yesterday has changed my opinion. So what if we scored two? It's how we conceded two that angers me. With comical performances like this, hand on heart, we're going to struggle to finish third.
Cesc, Theo and Song should all be back fit for the next league game in a couple of weeks, so it'll be down to us outscoring teams to beat them, because at the back we're just plain awful. Get the mad German in, at the very least to try an organise those in front of him, he surely can't do any worse.
This sorry shit has to stop, and stop now. Our season is in imminent danger of falling to bits.
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