I Don't Care About Arsenal
I don't care about Arsenal, I couldn't care less!
Who gives a crap that they are under achieving at the moment? Does it matter that the form of the team resembles that of a team in the relegation zone?
I woke up this morning with a spring in my step, not jealous at all that Liverpool easily brushed aside a team who knocked us out of a second rate mickey mouse competition, and will go on to play in an exciting Champions League semi final.
I wouldn't give a second thought about Thierry Henry, Robin van Persie & Theo Walcott. It matters little to me that they are sat on the sidelines for the rest of the season, neither does it matter that Arsenal's injury list has been longer than a Tottenham supporters rap sheet.
It doesn't play on my mind for one second that every single one of our main rivals still has something to play for while we spend the rest of the season hoping for the capitulation of their teams just to ease our pain.
I hate football, it doesn't have a bearing on my everyday life, I rarely think about the game, the tactics, what match is next, it doesn't bother me.
Arsenal aren't a big part of my life. They're not in my soul. It doesn't hurt me when things don't go their way.
It's just a game.
I don't care.
NB: If the above statement were true I'd be in a much better mood than I am this morning, I wouldn't be sat wondering what could have been, and it wouldn't have taken me 20 minutes just to get out of bed.
Come on Arsenal, ease my pain.