...and they IMPLODE

They have done it again!

I sat aghast staring at the screen, my senses numbed. And then the bile rose in my throat; my temper even higher. Birmingham 2 - 1 Arsenal. Carling Cup Final.
This was to be the match, that all Arsenal fans were looking forwards to since months.
Finally, we would add a trophy after 6 long years. The empty red banner at the Emirates stadium would feature a trophy after eons.

Now it won't. No glory, no Cup, no smiles for me. A classic case of the ecstasy and the agony. The ecstasy of the getting the cup, and the agony of losing it with 1 minute left on the clock.

Hang on. We never actually had the cup. We weren't even leading. I don't blame Koscielny and Szczesny, though it was their mistake. Like duh! But the whole team choked. Arshavin was good but lacked the cutting edge. Rosicky, much-maligned, was ineffectual. He hardly had any impact on the game. Song was weak for a change. Nasri couldn't establish himself on the flanks. Clichy was.... how he has been for a while now, poor. Save Wilshere and Van Persie in the first half, everyone is culpable. This was the Final for God's sake.

I am now officially dejected, depressed and pissed with everything that moves. My patience and belief in Arsene Wenger still exists, but its getting eroded. We must win, sooner rather than later. To paraphrase Frost:

'The cups are lovely, bright and shiny,
But we have promises to keep,
And miles to go before we win them!'