A game without confidence and the exam ghost is creeping in

So, as those of you who know me somewhat probably already have realised, today, 5th of May is a really shitty day.

This is mainly due to two things.
First, Arsenal lost, 1-3 to United, losing 1-4 in aggregate and are thoroughly knocked out of the Champions League. I'm going to admit that Arsenal didn't deserve to win today. The team played without confidence, but I must say that Utd. weren't convincing at all tonight. They didn't look like a team that has already picked up one trophy, have the other more or less ready and 90 minutes away from a third. They were far from superior. To me, the score 2-0 to half time lied a lot. First goal was pure luck. The Cunt sent a 45 degree ball into the box and Gibbs slipped as he was going to pick get the ball, leaving Park an easy shot to put the ball behind the net.

Second goal was a freekick that went in from a good 40 yards because Almunia did a perfect mistake and let the ball come in. He should have done better. And all this was just after 11 minutes.

Arsenal played with very little confidence tonight. I saw that. Everyone saw that. You saw it in every pass that went wrong and every cross that went to nothing that tonight wasn't Arsenal's night. Tonight wasn't the night for amazing comebacks and a wonderful team performance. Tonight wasn't the night for celebration in North London. Tonight was the time for celebration in Manchester.
There are several reasons for Arsenals poor performance tonight.
- Two goals against us within the first 10 minutes.
- A pretty good solid United defence, especially Evra that neutralized the threat from Theo Walcott. That and a good Ferdinand/Vidic partnership didn't make life easier.
-A referee that had his whistle glued to his lips.

Some people will argue that the referee didn't blow the whistle in any important situations, except when he blew the whistle for The Cunt as he layed down after van Persie looked hard on him, earning him a free kick. Except for that situation, not many free kicks were awarded in decisive moments. However, the fact that he blew his whistle time and time again, killing the flow of the game and blowing the whistle almost every time a Utd. player went to ground(and was totally fooled by The Cunt's diving abilities) you get the feeling as an Arsenal player that this is a night where everything is going against you, nothing seems to work your way. And that reflects on the game the lads played. Everything went against them, resulting in sloppy passes, crosses when no one was in the box, lack of will to enter the box and so forth. It was a sad night, and if it hadn't been for a thing on Thursday I would be getting drunk tonight.

So, the thing on Thursday. I have this semester's first exam then. Oh joy...

Exam is a horrible thing. It's like a bad dream, the entire experience from semester start to the end is like a bad dream, like when you start running in a dream and the evil ghost(in this case the exam-ghost) is chasing you. You run all you can, afraid of looking back at what you run from so you decide to ignore the thing that you're running from and just run. But no matter how fast you run or how far, the ghost creeps in on you, gaining inch by inch, until you feel it breathing down your neck, the chilly wind from it's breathing sends shivers down your spines before it grabs you just before you reach the door that will let you escape from the house of horror.

And it's at that point it's decision time. You can either give in and let the ghost haunt you forever, or you can fight your way through it and maybe, just maybe escape from the house.

The old creepy and dark house has been replaced by a room filled with desks and a big clock on the wall moving too fast. The ghost is no longer an inanimate screaming and howling creature, floating above you and sending chills down your spine, but it is now four maybe five sheets of paper stapeled together in the top left corner and instead of sending chills down your spine it hits your stomach like a fully loaded train, mocking you for not knowing the answer and laughing at you as you think if only you had spent all those hours reading isntead of browsing the web and getting drunk as you did.
The rats and cocroaches that live in the old creepy house has been replaced my old retired ladies, watching your every move with a look that reminds you of old western movies. The only thing you wait for them to say is "Turn around and draw, punk." They watch you like vultures, and instead of waiting on you to give up and die so they can feast on your flesh they wait for you to reach into your pocket and find the little note you hid, or watch with pleasure as you surrender and back out from the exam.

But when you finally fight off this ghost and leave the house, oh so many times is it that you realise that in only a few days you will be back into the house, fighting the battle yet again, praying for the Gods to show you mercy as you enter one of the most feared houses you have ever seen...