Stop Me If You've Heard This Before

What could have been a near perfect weekend turned into the worst case of deja-vu in the last minute at Goodison Park. Following late defeats to Chelsea and Blackburn, we once again hit the last gasp self-destruct button.

As usual Arsenal produced a stylish passing game with Fabregas at its hub, though in fairness Everton too showed a willingness to attack, which would have surprised those who witnessed their dour performance at the Grove, and in Manuel Fernandes they had a midfielder who would have looked at home in the red-and-white.

Arsenal clearly produced better quality build-up and more half-chances in the opening period, yet were left to rue missed opportunities by Fabregas, Rosicky, Aliadiere, Diaby, and Baptista. Having said that Everton probably had the two best chances. Lehmann had to be nimble to thwart Johnson, and Carsley hit a thunderous strike against a post.

The second-half followed a similar pattern. Aliadiere blazed perhaps the Gunners best opportunity over the top, Fabregas had a couple of long shots saved by Howard, but still it was Everton who came closest when Osman hit the woodwork.

There was a cameo appearance for Theo Walcott, who was almost immediately clutching the shoulder that requires an operation this week that will end his season. The return of Adebayor cannot come too soon. For all their efforts Aliadiere and Baptista are not prolific strikers, although both gave their all.

Just when a point each looked likely Arsenal failed to deal with a corner and Johnson lashed home at the near post between Lehmann and Hoyte. Cruel though it was Arsenal had only themselves to blame, and knew it.

It is a most frustrating time to be a Gooner. Half the side is usually missing for one reason or another and yet the quality of the football remains high. It is unfortunate, to say the least, that the three top strikers have been ruled out at such an important part of the season.

There is now another insufferable international break, and Monday morning will see a battle royal to shake off the effects of yesterdays Guinness and todays bitter. Life, I have decided, is not a bowl of cherries.