I’d like to sum up these last 8 days of football with one word:
FFFFUUUUUUUCCCCCKKKKKKKK!!!!! (said in a protracted scream)

Though on careful review of the circumstances, and the manner of our not 1, not 2 but 3 defeats, and adding in the quality of the teams we were playing, making allowances for the ambient temperature, the wind-chill factor, the price of quality property in the SW7 area and the fact that they still haven’t found missing plane 307, I think I can add 3 shits, four bollox and 57 TOSSERS!! to that one, quite frankly, pathetically inadequate word.

And yesterday’s Arsenal match summed up the whole thing really in a potted distillation of our season. We can play well, we can pass beautifully, we can defend ok when we’re not giving the bleedin’ ball away, but we simply CANNOT SCORE GOALS. Without which its all mere footballing masturbation. Its unrewarding, unfulfilling and flatteringly pointless. At least it doesn’t make a mess.

Football without goals is like a kebab without chilli sauce. Its like a movie without an ending (although Inside Llewyn Davies managed even that at an enjoyable level), its like sex without a climax; like a meal without a desert; like decaffeinated coffee, like a Toyota Prius. Just a total fucking disappointment and waste of effort.

But heh; let’s take some positives from this.

First there’s… hmmm… errrr…
well first we lost, second we didn’t win and third we failed to hit the proverbial barn door from 6 yards. And I’m not happy. Really really not happy. Playing well for the majority of the match and ‘enjoying’ (phah!) 60% of possession simply adds to the frustration. If we did so much and had so much of the ball, how could we fail to score?

Spurs spent 100 million of our English pounds on players this summer past. A tenth of a billion quid. On a bunch of players of such stunning indifference, such total ineffectualness, such startling waste-of-spaciness that it beggars belief. Sheer law of averages would have at least 2 of them performing adequately, if not well. But no, other than Erikssen, they are collectively just shite. Is this just ‘bad luck’? Or abysmal choices? How about panic buying?? Could our esteemed ‘director of football’, aided an abetted by his team of highly paid ‘scouts’, all fuck up that badly? And Daniel Levy is not the sort of chairman who lets them get on with spending his money. No. He is active in every deal, every trade, every negotiation for every player bought or sold. And of course we all know that playing in the Premiership is a little tougher and more demanding than playing in the Norwegian 2nd division, but surely allowances can be made, assumptions tested, predictions calculated? Its not fucking guesswork, its a science that other teams manage to get right most of the time.

Disappointment at the general performances this season is one thing, but losing to a very very mediocre Arsenal team: a tragedy.

The sun’s still shining here. But not in my heart.

Happy Monday

A xxxx