This match was played at 3am my local time during an extremely hectic week (finished renovating my Perth house in order to re-let it and move back north, multiple client deadlines etc).
As a result, I watched this with one eye open and barely awake, and it was fucking miserable viewing. I have to say, few things suck worse than waking up to watch a massively important football match in the witching hour and then it's a dull, scunnering 1–0 loss to a bunch of Bavarian cunts (stadium fans more than the players) plus Harry Kane …
The loss is gonna mean that unless we win the league, I will not be truly overjoyed by this season. At the moment, it is another "nearly" season with nothing this Arsenal generation can honestly hang its hat on.
That said, and with the great benefit of a few days' hindsight, when you look at how we got sharked in the first leg, I'm proud of how we got back into that match after some stupid errors. We also didn't acquit ourselves too badly in Munich. It wasn't embarrassing. From the kickoff I could feel how daunting the Allianz atmosphere was and I feared a bad outcome.
As Arteta put it in his post match presser, we don't have the "magic" needed for this stage. Last summer's signings were the opposite of magic men—however good they are, we signed all the anti-magic blokes. I am not fixated on any one solution, but I want Arsenal to sign a player with mad technique, weapons and mentality this summer who will be a natural forward starter alongside Saka.
Meanwhile, watching City go out despite dominating Madrid at the Etihad was a salutary reminder of how fucked up this whole competition is. We may need more than a few bites at the cherry to get off our zero European championships.
Anyway, we've got a new knockout format now—win all our remaining league matches and see what happens.
I was really, really proud of our second half versus Wolves last night—which I watched while blind drunk, again at 4am, after drinking my last mate under the table at my house-cooling. I deeply appreciated how much was involved for our guys in ratcheting up pressure on dead legs more or less just two days after this. Yeah, it was two halves of frustratingly long waits for an actual goal, but it was an excellent win.
I see plenty of little reasons and narratives to keep on hoping City trip up if we get past Chelsea, so let's fucking go do that.