A colloquial expression, with origins that trace back to the 1920s in the USA. Often used to underline a failure of an action, or dissapointment in reaching an undesired result, with the additional meaning that the result was not an unexpected one.
Arsenal's ever-unpredictable title race finally hit a brick wall. There will be no silverware at the Emirates Stadium this year. Every time supporters of the Premier League’s most watchable side have dared to fantasise about glory this season, the rug has been swept from under their feet in almost apocalyptic fashion. Just when they felt that Chelsea were hungover from sniffing too much champagne and that Manchester United could not keep dredging up last-gasp goals, Wigan hammered the nails in Arsenal’s already battered coffin. With a two-goal advantage shortly after the break against a largely profligate Wigan Athletic team who seemed to be gently slipping through the relegation trap-door, Arsenal discovered yet another way to demonstrate why there is no such thing as a foregone conclusion in the Premier League. Three goals in 10 minutes that clearly illustrated the failings of Arsene Wenger and his aversion to invest in proven mettle to paper over his threadbare squad. The lack of established reinforcements in defence, a world-class striker and a quality goalkeeper. Case closed.
Wenger has a long way to go before he can disprove the assertion of a self-confessed admirer, his former Monaco midfielder Glenn Hoddle, who said perceptively if a little dejectedly of Arsenal last week: "Every year, they've got a good team for the future."
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