Fancy footy KO’d by two Stamford sucker punches

I STRUGGLED to muster the enthusiasm to drag myself off the couch on Sunday afternoon. I’d been feeling decidedly ropy and the last thing I fancied was freezing my cods off on my motorbike traversing the capital to Stamford Bridge.

However, I couldn’t bear the prospect of not being present had the Gunners engineered an unlikely victory.

I wasn’t particularly optimistic but I certainly expected a less frustrating encounter than the previous week’s feeble 1-3 defeat to Fergie’s mob. I assumed that as the home side, the Blues would be forced to show sufficient ambition, thereby affording us the sort of space necessary for us to profit from our passing game.