227. Mew Mew

So Arsene continues to hear the screaming of the lambs in the cold of night. Mew mew, they cry out, the hapless screams fill his ears and haunts his dreams.

6 years...6 long years...it's humanly impossible to go without for so long...especially for a Top 4 club with lofty aspirations...he wanted to do it his way...so he said...the pure way...yet when it came to it...his team were made to look like Leyton Orient...

Nay! 'Tis not fair! This is not how things should've played out in the grand scheme of things! It has to go my way! Mine! Mine! Mineeeeeee!!!!

Thus he rages...he rages against everything and everyone...he blames dodgy referees...even though his team had only 30% possession and had a single shot at goal before the sending off...he says he felt his team were superior...if only...if only there was no sending off...

Considering that they could've been a man down themselves and would've conceded a penalty at that point is irrelevant...nor is the fact that the score should've been 15 nil...but who cares? If things don't go down the way that Arsene sees fit, then things don't go down at all.

Manure...finish these poor sods off...kill these whiny bastards for good and for the love of the game (but only in the FA Cup, mind...Chelsea just might sneak something!).