I just checked the Arsenal injury update, and the list of sidelined players is officially longer than my weekly grocery list. At least my grocery list ends with me getting snacks; Arsenal’s list just ends with me crying into a pillow.
A Hospital Ward
It seems like every time an Arsenal player steps onto the pitch, a new hamstring spontaneously detonates. They don’t need a new tactical formation; they need a team of orthopedic surgeons and a miracle worker. I am tired of reading medical bulletins.
