Got in too late last night to post my thoughts. Most of this has probably already been mentioned but oh well...
I thought Braga away would be the worst performance i'd have the misfortune of witnessing this season. That was positively scintillating compared to last night. What a load of shit. Outplayed in every department by bottom of the Championship Ipswich fucking Town.
The only logical conclusion I can draw is that unsurprisingly, our bunch of over pampered babies are motivated only by money (and perhaps a nice cosy night in talking bollocks on twitter). Lets take a look at the list of things that failed to get this lot fired up;
- Themselves. No self-motivation at all.
- Wenger. No surprise there.
- The prospect of a cup final. We didn't look at all like a team desperate to win some silverware.
- The Arsenal fans.
- The taunts from the away fans. (Can we play you every week/Are you Norwich in disguise)
Ipswich were hungrier & showed a million times more heart than us. Fighting for every ball, pressing & closing us down. And as for us? Hopeless. Arsenal play pretty football? Don't make me laugh. Maybe once a month we might create a nice goalscoring move & everyone will swoon. The rest of the time is fucking cluelessly abysmal.
Our game is played at a crawl. There's no speed or penetration. Nobody seems to know what to do with the ball & just ends up letting someone else take responsibility.
It's almost like Arshavin or someone will get the ball, think to themselves "Errrmmm.... OK, lets try this" *hopeful lob in the vague direction of the forwards, easily cleared by opposing defenders*. "OK, that didn't work, here you have a go instead..." *sideways pass to Denilson*. Repeat ad infinitum.
I won't give individual player evaluations because they were all pretty much the same; useless. I've seen better football played by pub teams on Hackney Marshes.
I've never felt so disconnectd & disinterested in such a large portion of our team. What I saw last night wasn't the Arsenal I grew up with. It was a bunch of sub standard wannabes running around the field after having had their egos massaged to believe their own hype by a mad frenchman.
Very sad.