Exclamation signs, even hundreds can't reveal the expressions at my face right now. Although goosebumps on my left arm at this point do appear like a hundred exclamations.
Hate me all you want but before the game tonight an Arsenal win was not the first thing I hoped for, it was surely the second, I swear but with all my heart I hoped to watch uninterrupted telecast on my phone as I was and am still travelling through rail.
The Arsenal Automatic gun like my internet connection was firing super smooth and fast in the first half barring a little glitch towards the end where I had to flicker the 'Aeroplane mode' tab. It was not required particularly but everything was so silky, so good to be true for a gunner and for a gooner too. So the powers combined to pull us back to reality. I know big Gabi, I understand you boy.
The interval failed to bring peace to the mind and took it to buzz around the memories of recent FA cup clash against Liverpool. Energetic start, high pressing, fighting every ball, creating beautiful chances, showing the away going manager who the real boss is.
Watching us play for all these years, what I thought awaited us in the second half, actually awaited. We were not the king of the pitch now, not attacking with intent like the previous half. However, bow to the Master of tactics Mikel when you read the next line, WE STICK TO THE GAME PLAN ALL ALONG, FOOLED THEM TO THE BOOT. Most importantly, won 3-1 without playing a single striker against the best defensive team in the league. Not that best conceding to us who played Kai as number 9. No disrespect there, Kai, but I have to make the blog interesting.
He pulled the strings, pulled them exactly right,
He ran so hard despite those pants so tight.
The game, the win, the loyal home terrain,
drilled in the mind and never will drain.
This style of play is too much for any rebel,
This f*cking league can't handle Mikel.
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