And are they Arsenal? Recent results have led me to question whether that favorite Gunners chant should be directed at our own team. Giving up THREE late goals to Wigan? Disgraceful. (And classic Tottenham behavior.) If this is how Arsenal are going to go out, I wish they would have signaled their intent earlier so I could have actually started studying for my finals.
Meanwhile, Spurs look amazing. I have never seen them play so well, and I can only hope that it's just a precursor to letting their fans down in some unthinkable, heartbreaking collapse that sees them take fifth place. But in the meantime, all I see is well-organized defending, crisp passing, and intelligent movement off the ball. That 2-1 scoreline was flattering... to Chelsea. It could have easily been 5-1 or 6-1. Also, it seems that JT's sway with the refs has finally come to a crashing halt, and he was deservedly sent off. People have been saying his poor form was/is a blip, but I think it signals the beginning of a steady and continuous decline. And when that happens, as a defender, the only way to stay competitive is to always receive the benefit of the doubt from the referee in tight situations and 50/50 tackles (see, e.g., Carragher, Jamie). Since Terry has gotten away with some high profile errors in recent weeks and apparently had some off-field troubles (dunno what that's about), I really doubt that he's going to get that treatment going forward. He may never be the same.
And so, in keeping with my inability to make predictions that have any relation to results in the real world, the EPL title race has been blown wide open by Tottenham Hotspur... and Paul Scholes. Yeah, didn't really see that one coming. Also, if you've eaten recently, you may want to avert your eyes from the image I've placed below:
I guess if I were a United supporter, I'd probably be tempted to do that after this. But as I'm not, I'll just go on the record and say that the only thing more repulsive in the world of soccer might be a Carlos Tevez - Franck Ribery towel fight. Yikes.
Arsene Wenger cobbled together starting lineups with spit and duct tape and Denilson and somehow the team dragged its ass over the finish line in third or fourth.