I hate Silvestre...

The advantage of a bad memory is that one can enjoy the same good things for the first time several times.

-Nietzsche

I wish I had a bad memory. Then I could forget all about the match I saw today. I could forget all about how rubbish Arsenal were in defense. I could forget all about how the man Arseblog often calls "a fish faced cunt" appeared like a clown and an idiot tonight. I could forget all about how Arsenal yet again conceded a late goal to drop 2 points. Alas, my memory is so good that I will never forget how that fucker Silvestre time and time again lost the game for us.

I will be the firs to admit that we deserved fuck all tonight. The one point we got was pure luck. Well, mostly luck. Arshavin scored 4 goals, and his second and fourth were pretty good, nothing lucky about them, just pure skill and teamwork. His second was an absolute stunner, a goal that shows what his right foot is capable of. 18 yards or so out he shoots and curls it away from Pepe Reina into the side netting. I couldn't belive what I saw. The fourth goal was wonderful pairwork from him and Theo Walcott. It started with a pool corner and the ball was cleared out to Theo who had a run before he presented the ball for Arshavin who had the third of the pitch in front of him and only Reina between him and goal. He showed his skill by using his left foot this time to hammer it in the back of the net.
Those of you who don't know football should know that doing what he did with his left foot when he is a right footer takes a whole lot of skill. Make no mistake about it. Right then and there I thought all three points were coming down to London.

I know that nothing lasts forever, but it was obvious that it wasn't God that was doing the nightshift tonight. It was either a stoned Jesus or the Devil having a really rotten day. I honestly don't know what was going on in Arsenal's back four. Only Toure seemed somewhat stable. I can understand that Gibbs was a bit dodgy. He is just 18 and had his fourth PL start tonight. Place an inexperienced 18yo up against a pool team that has to win and you got a problem. Worst thing is that I can't blame Wenger either on that one. He had no options with all the current injuries. Sagna had a few mistakes, but he has missed a couple of games, so understandable.
Silvestre, however, have played several matches now and should be match fit. But he showed himself as useless. I could spend all night saying what he did wrong, but I'm gonna sum it up with useless. Useless clown. I hope Wenger buys Hangeland during the silly season.

I took a personality disorder test, just for fun. Seems like I'm moderate Obsessive Compulsive disorder(not surprisingly since I know that sometimes I can be a perfectionist) and moderate Schizotypal. I have no idea what that shit means but according to this test and some people I am moderately mildly schizophrenic. Meaning that the sequel to "Me, Myself and Irene" will be based upon my life...

I'm now sitting here with a big glass of scotch and trying to forget tonight's match. It probably won't work. Anyone got any shit they want to forget but can't and want to share(give yourself a bonus point if you tried to drink it away)?