There's no disgrace in losing to this Arsenal team. No disgrace whatsoever because you played like you wanted to score for the entire ninety minutes. No disgrace whatsoever because Bradley Johnson scored a goal that every player remaining in the FA Cup this year will struggle to better. No disgrace whatsoever because thirty-eight thousand, two hundred and thirty-two people were still cheering when the whistle went for full-time.
Yes, it could've been all over in the first half an hour. Yes, Somma should've scored at 2-1 down. Yes, Bromby should've followed Van Persie to the back post. Yes, O'Brien's injury is a worry. Yes, Howson was the best player on the pitch barring Nasri. Yes, Huddersfield were there for the taking in the next round.
But so long as we manage to pick up points at Fratton Park on the weekend, there will be no anguish over this loss - just a re-doubling of the effort and desire to ensure that, from next season, the fixture list requires us to play this Arsenal team at least twice a season, every season.
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I'm not sure if there's a point to this story but I'm going to tell it again.
- Eashan Ghosh
- India
- I've been wilfully caught up in the self-defeating quest to get to know myself for years. I've never expected anything beneficial to result from such a quest. I tend to evoke extremely polarised reactions from people I get to know in passing. Consequently, only those people who know me inside-out would honestly claim that I'm a person who's just "alright." It's not a coincidence that the description I've laid out above has no fewer than, title included, eleven references to me (make that twelve). I'm affectionately referred to as "Ego." I think that last statement might have given away a tad too much. Welcome Aboard.
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drama drama drama.
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