Sometimes, it just doesn’t seem to be worth sitting around for two hours watching a bunch of professional footballers hoof about fruitlessly for ninety minutes in the freezing cold. It took till around Earl’s Court tube before I got proper feeling back in my fingers. I really don’t know why I bother sometimes. There’s something quite wrong with this current Arsenal team and the home support seems to feel it too. Just about the loudest song was for Robin Van Pershie, who wasn’t even on the pitch at the time. There’s none of the old Arsenal bloody-mindedness we used to see, going right back to the late-80’s (and even against Man U in the classic 1979 FA Cup Final). God, if this lot got to the stage where they needed to score a goal in the last minute to win the league or a Cup Final, you’d just know that Wenger would put on Song and we’d end up conceding two more goals. There’s just not that will to win that we need to get anything out of this season. I predict a Cardiff win on Tuesday.

What’s worse, the away fans, as ever, seemed to treat this as a victory. Yeah, even Hull beat us at home, you eedjits. Drawing at Ashburton Grove is easy these days, just put 10 men behind the ball and stick a boot in now and again and you’ll leave with at least a point.

Anyway, the usual top draw blog from Arseblog.

And in other news, it’s snowing. If we get a good snowfall I might have to take my snowboard to Richmond Park in the morning.

And the housing boom in the US over the last few years may have some serious health consequences. What is in the drywall?