Arsenal fans have a desperate habit of trying to make legend chicken salad out of banter era chicken s*it and I have to admit, I am not above partaking in this Stockholm syndrome rewatch of the banter era.
Fantasizing about players like Santi Cazorla, Thomas Rosicky, and Emmanuel Eboue, thinking to yourself on a Sunday that you might get a hip t-shirt made eulogizing Julio Baptista and those four goals. Reimagining the grandiosity of that Andrey Arshavin run.
It’s pathetic. Really pathetic.
