In a match that could only be described as a gripping tale of mediocrity, Arsenal managed to underwhelm with a 1-1 draw against Brentford, an event so thrilling it made waiting for a pot of water to boil feel like adrenaline junkie fare. Following their glorious midweek triumph over Real Madrid, where they apparently convinced the gods of football that they could occasionally score, the Gunners returned to their natural habitat: persistent underachievement against teams whose stadiums are often mistaken for quaint tea shops. The night began with a show of promise, as Thomas Partey netted a goal that could only be described as symbolic of Arsenal’s entire season—it's nice, but nobody really is paying attention. Just moments after fans began to contemplate afternoon tea, Yoane Wissa turned the match into a riveting exhibition of ‘who can miss the target more convincingly’ with a cheeky equalizer that had Gunners supporters reminiscing about the glory days when expectations were only slightly lower than their current state of affairs. Meanwhile, across town, Liverpool celebrated like they’d just won the lottery, which, in the world of Premier League football, seems to happen every year now. With Arsenal dropping points like a clumsy waiter spilling drinks at a wedding, the Reds found themselves just a few victories away from what can only be considered the most predictable title party since the dawn of time. It might be time to evict the champagne from the fridge and replace it with bottled despair for Arsenal fans, who might soon need it to cope with their team’s newfound tradition of snatching defeat from the jaws of moderate success. As the final whistle blew, fans left the stadium wondering if they’d just witnessed football or an elaborate art installation titled “Expectation vs. Reality.” Brentford, with all the charisma of a well-organized spreadsheet, gladly accepted their hard-earned point while Arsenal pondered whether the name “Gunners” was a cruel joke in a season of missed targets. With three wins needed for Liverpool to claim their crown, Arsenal supporters are left with no choice but to pop the champagne in anticipation of exactly how long it will take before their titleless streak becomes a proud part of annual folklore—because apparently, love doesn’t come easy, and neither do football titles in North London.