The game against Milan today is either the hardest game to analyze or the easiest. No analysis. Pages and pages of analysis. They are both the correct approach in their own right.
The thing I can’t wrap my head around is the fact that many of the players on Arsenal are exceptionally talented players, but seem to suck collectively as a team. There’s something there just out of reach, just at the periphery of vision that flits away when you try to look at it directly, something that’s looked at through a lens coated with Vaseline.
The lack of energy and fight was obvious today. But why? Did Arsene not prepare his team properly? Did the players go on a bender in Italy last night? Were they scared of the San Siro? Were they overconfident? Do they not have a “winning mentality”? I don’t know. I’m not even sure Arsene knows the answer at this stage.
Sure, Ox and Henry injected some energy into Arsenal in the 2nd half, but it was more of a brief blip on the heart monitor rather than an electrifying, life-giving, game-changing experience.
It was as if the Arsenal players were wearing their lethargy boots. Maybe it was the equipment manager’s fault. He accidentally brought the lethargy boots instead of the “give a shit” boots. I’ve seen MLS teams play better. Hell, I’ve seen college teams play better.
I was going to use a different player rating system, but fuck it. If Arsenal can be lazy, I can too. It’s back to Star Wars. And there’s really only one character that sums up the play today.
Szczesny (Jar Jar Binks): Didn’t make any terrible mistakes, but no one’s getting a free ride today.
Sagna (Jar Jar Binks): For the first time in as long a time as I can remember, Sagna looked lost in a game.
Vermaelen (Jar Jar Binks): Really just had a shit game from beginning to end.
Koscielny (Jar Jar Binks): Ditto. And then got injured.
Djourou (Jar Jar Binks): “Djourou” <As you say his name, your head slumps down and your voice drops at the end>
Song (Jar Jar Binks): Other than Henry, probably was the best player for Arsenal — which isn’t saying much.
Ramsey (Jar Jar Fucking Binks): My mother always said that if I can’t say anything nice, STFU.
Arteta (Jar Jar Binks): Game passed him by.
Walcott (Jar Jar Fucking Binks): Did he even show up for the game? Was he
on the field? Oh, he was?
Rosicky (Jar Jar Binks): The Little Mozart was most definitely not in tune today.
Van Persie (Jar Jar Binks): Ok, he was probably a bit better than that, but it’s a collective Jar Jar Binks moment.
Henry (Jar Jar Binks): He really tried to inject some life into the team, but the players already on the pitch would have none of it.













