People say that when we play at the top of our game the football we produce is like art.
Yet this season the real art has been the creative way in which we have thrown away all manner of seemingly insurmountable leads.
You name it, we’ve done it. We are the masters in the art of throwing away a lead.
The North London Derby was bad. The 4-4 at Newcastle was worse. The Carling Cup Final, well, that was just ridiculous.
Yet just when I thought we had done it all, Emmanuel Eboué dug deep into our bag of tricks and found yet another creative way to prevent us from winning a game.
When you win and convert a penalty to open the scoring in the 98th minute of a football match, you surely must win the game. Conceding an equalising penalty in the 102nd minute, with next to no danger to speak of, is surely taking the piss?
When Run of Play writer Supriya Nair wrote about football as comedy, she must have inadvertently been talking about Arsenal.
Mixing together the quality of the players in our squad, the expectation and ambitions that they harbour and the manner in which they have destroyed them, it is safe to conclude that this Arsenal side are the ultimate comedy team.
It’s also safe to conclude that we are no longer in the title race. Manchester United may drop points as the season goes on but a team like ours, who have found every way possible to not win games this season, will surely fail to close the gap.
We’ve improved immensely and come so close this season. Yet we remain so far away. So hilariously far away.
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