Shame on Arsenal for fooling the world for 27 games. For months, fans and pundits believed this team had grown from nearly men to genuine title contenders. Their football was fluid, their defense organized, their confidence unshakable. Yet when it mattered — when grit had to match glamour — Arsenal collapsed again, exposing the fragility behind the façade.

This latest performance wasn’t just a bad day at the office; it was a masterclass in how to squander momentum. The same side that strutted through the season suddenly forgot the basics: composure, discipline, fighting spirit. Passes went astray, defensive positioning vanished, and the attacking patterns that once sliced through opponents now looked like rehearsed chaos.

You could feel the anxiety from the touchline to the terraces. Every misplaced pass seemed to echo with déjà vu — the same old Arsenal, dressed in a new kit but haunted by old habits. When push came to shove, the “best version of Arsenal” turned into the soft-centered team that crumbles under pressure.

Fans deserve better. After two promising campaigns hinting at maturity, this was supposed to be the moment they proved their mettle. Instead, Arsenal’s title credentials look paper-thin, and the belief they inspired all season has evaporated in one disastrous night. If this is the same story with a new cast, the ending remains painfully familiar.