So the fortunes of my beloved team have been a bit up and down of late. WE lost to Shakhtar which didn't feel too bad but of course led to the inevitable doom-mongering which did feel bad. Then we beat Newcastle spectacularly, then we lost to them. spectacularly. That one did hurt. I watched it and we were terrible. Really bad. We didn't deserve to win it so instead of the anger was just a weird empty sort of disappointment. Almost everyone was bad. There was no cohesion or urgency. There was one grain of comfort that Robin van Persie returned. But then Arsene snatched that away by saying afterwards that he wasn't really ready. But then...wait...what's that? Is that? Its a light at the end of the tunnel! Chelsea lost too? Check. Man United and Man City drew? Check Spurs too? Check. Best of all last night, we won. Hurrah. We're back on track (again.) I know this sentiment seems to be repeated a lot but that's the lot of an Arsenal fan. Mr Maroune has found his mojo. Groovy.
Side note 'Stop Crying your heart out' is playing on the radio while i'm writing this. Atmospheric or what?
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