"No-one likes us, no-one likes us, no-one likes us, we don't care!"
Is this what it feels like to be a Millwall fan? The past few weeks have seen a succession of comments from a who’s who of the mid-2000s Premier League.
Everyone's at it. From Paul Scholes to Alan Pardew, Stan Collymore to Yaya Toure, suggesting (take your pick from): "Arsenal will be undeserving champions", or "Arsenal are bottlejobs".
Until about 22:05 on Wednesday, a Mikel Arteta-shaped bottle opener gif was trending in WhatsApp groups across the country.
Arsenal are damned if they do and damned if they don't. Late Wenger-era teams were castigated for being too soft.
Praised for their nice football, but ultimately lacking in the muck and bullets of April and May. In other words, we were non-threatening.
Arteta, being the humble student of the game he is, knows that's not enough to win a title in 2026.
When we lose a duel, I am upset. Arsenal – physically dominant and defensively solid? Unacceptable.
Safe to say the past two games haven't been vintage displays, but it hasn't been vintage anyone.
Rodri celebrated his goal from a corner with the enthusiasm of someone thinking we've done it again, only for Manchester City to be pegged back to 2-2 by Nottingham Forest.
This isn't the Premier League we knew. This is the Wild West. The middle class is hungrier and more empowered than ever. I never want to play Brentford again.
In Fabian Hurzeler's case, perhaps he thought if he could pile scrutiny on Arsenal's game management, then he could exert the same kind of pressure as the Gunners' corners do. It didn't work.
In the end, Hurzeler was more Rotten Robbie from LazyTown than Premier League manager, a cartoon villain whining in the ear of the fourth official.
1-0 to the Arsenal. People forget it's in our DNA.
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