From Alex D :
Don’t bother writing anything new about Watford, Myles.
Still love your insights, but don’t bother writing anything new about this one. Might as well copy and paste one of your previous posts.
We’ve seen it all before and you’ve written it all before.
– They had 2 chances and scored them both blah blah blah.
– We were unlucky blah blah blah.
– We lacked a bit confidence blah blah blah (does everyone else read that sentence in his voice)
Did you see Eddie Jones after the England – Wales game?
“We made a number of changes on purpose to test players, and test the strength of the team, and maybe those changes didn’t work”.
England played with so much more intensity than the World Cup, but yet the coach was willing to say maybe he doesn’t always get it right, and maybe his players weren’t up to it. How absolutely refreshing. Will those men go and cry? I doubt it, but if they do, Eddie will pick someone else. He didn’t throw anyone under the bus, but equally he didn’t defend his team blindly, and I’ll bet those players got the message loud and clear.
There needs to be a serious shake up at the Arsenal. You’ve said that a thousand times before. It’s not going to happen any time soon. You’ve said that a thousand times before.
I don’t let Arsenal ruin my weekends anymore. I play baseball, I’m a rowing coach, I have a job and another life away from Wenger.
When he goes, I can obsess again, and maybe my Dad can too.
Congratulations, Mr Wenger.
My Dad (who was at the 1971 FA Cup Final and slumped down to cry when they went behind in extra time, only for his mate to pick him up and say “We can still do this”; who was in Turin in 1980 being chased by angry Juventus fans after the Cup Winner Cup semi-final victory; who opened the windows and screamed down the street so loud that night in 1989 that my 2-year-old brother cried and is my first ever football memory, being 5 at the time; who in 1993 after the semi final had me and my brother go on a bike ride singing “We’re the famous Arsenal, and we’re going to Wem-ber-ley. WEM-BER-LEY!!! WEM-BER-LEY!!!”; who made sure that I always had an Arsenal shirt for my birthday; who took me to the double winning parade in 1998; who held you up as we all did in the early 2000s, saying, “We’ll never see the like of this again”) has stopped even caring.