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Setting them this bar of the quadruple was unfair. It was a way to be able to slag them off when they failed because everyone fails doing a quadruple.

That's not the problem, it's the nature of the defeat. This is a genuine challenge for them now.

Arsenal, do we say quadruple?

We meant double, yeah?

A generationally magical night of memory making for second tier, Southampton.

Earlier, Manchester City obliterated Liverpool.

Early Harlan activated like a sleeper cell.

Liverpool, a worse than Gino or Ema.

Chelsea treated third tier, Portvale, like Manchester City, treated Liverpool,

and a West Ham Leeds game.

The Leeds won, then lost, then won again on penalties.

Never in doubt, to make it all make sense.

It's amazing to welcome a partner in pod, the Crown Prince of Harragut,

the Cherokee of words. It's Mr Rory Smith. We've all got FACCup fever now, Roger. Roar? It was borderline tantric. So let's get right into the FA Cup quarterfinal, though, wonder. Starting with the Shokko Shocks. Did this happen? It did happen. Southampton, two. Arsenal won. Going into this

game, Roar, felt like at last, Arsenal back in action after that sting of the Carabow final

lost to Manchester City. Mikkel Artetta, I love his pathos poetry. He said it was like a ball of

poison in his tummy. Tum sponsorship, surely incoming, but it really captured or kind of hinted at the self-inflicted nature of it.

The problem with the timing of that Carabar Cup defeat was that Arsenal had this very tent season basically since the start, effectively.

But every wheat has been this sort of psychological torment for them.

Everything's felt like a referendum on Artetta, on their style, on whether they're good enough.

And then you face City in the Carabar Cup final, which you don't really care about.

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