It's Monday morning. It wasn't a great weekend for us but, you know, at least we didn't lose to Brighton. Which is not to disrespect Brighton in any way. We went there last season and got beaten but I think that result has to be put in some kind of context: we could have gone away from home and played a team made up of feeble old nuns with degenerative muscle and brain illnesses and lost despite the fact they had two players sent off in the 3rd minute for fighting each other because one thought the other looked like Mustafi and she wanted to slap him in the face because her secret son was an Arsenal fan and spent most of the season crying at how bad we were defensively. It's early days...
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