Vs. Sunderland (Arsenal Fan's Therapists Will Get Extra Work)

1. Alrighty then, here we go. Last chance to win silverware. Apparently, Sunderland's fans don't think much of this match as there are a massive number of empty seats in the stadium
2. Arsenal and Sunderland begin to run about on the sandlot at the Stadium of Light. Damn, that's a piss poor pitch.After the San Siro, though, perhaps it doesn't feel so bad to the squad
3. Damn, there goes another player down. Oh. no. SQUILLACI!
4. Where did we get the Arsenal medical staff from, London Clown College?! All the injury problems Arsenal have had with injuries over the years, you get a player like Coquelin coming on after a hammy whammy and you get 7 minutes of him before the hammer drops again.
5. Oooh. Sunderland smells blood as Le Coq goes off to be replaced by the Squid. (I'd be smelling goals, too, if I looked up and saw Squid and DeeJou in the back. Frankly, if they can't score on this defense they've got bigger problems). Wow, while I am a bitter, disillusioned Gooner, even I will admit there is a tidal wave of bad luck with injuries. Of course, the other side of that is that any problem can be dealt with, if you assess the factors at play and correct for them. Arsenal just seem to have injury after injury, season after season, and are not doing something right, when it comes to fitness. 
6. That said, Come on Arsenal! I do like Coquelin, but come on, he's not even a regular player yet. They can't fall apart because theylose him.
7. Arsenal's looking to me like the least incisive passing team in the EPL. Side-to-side passing. It's like they've studied the Barca playbook but lost the chapters on the final third.
8. Verminator or Vermin? Previously, our strongest defender, he's had two shockers in a row. The first half goal started with a poor decision to back pass to DJ, needlessly putting the hapless defender under pressure.
9. Ox caught flat-footed on the line, boot fumbles the own goal in. Ouch. That's a bit dispiriting. Sums up the whole mess of this season. Right, then. Off to see my therapist.