Now it was BT Sport's turn to torture us with the use of a woman commentator; and she talks so much. I also see that Rodders' bird, Lynsey Hipgrave has abandoned her 'broadcaster accent' for her natural Geordie one.
It just took the pimped oil money club until the 7th minute to score against us. Pressure off, at least. I noticed some of their plastics were wearing half and half scarves. Wànkers.
It's a shame that Ramsdale seems to have reached Szczesny levels of unreliability in these past few games. Though he and the team had a better time of it, surviving a few good Citeh chances to ostensibly keep us in the game (lol), until that devastating second goal at the end of the first half, which was ruled onside by VAR. Game over.
Then we go 3-0 down and Arteta breaks the sanctified tradition of the 70th minute substitution by putting Trossard and Jorginho on fifteen minutes early. Our away support started singing up with 'Oh Arsenal, we love you', for a little while; reminiscent of the singing during that infamous 8-2 at Old Trafford that should have ended TOF's tenure once and for all. It's a shame that our side could not give our support in the ground a decent performance to watch. The rest of the game faded into irrelevancy, other than Holding's consolation goal and Citeh making it 4-1 to complete a shit night.
Well, at least we have The Be All and End All next season; for the first time since 2017. Panathinaikos (damn it, no Olympiakos, SteveO!) and an Ro16 Bayern brownholing here we come!
