There was a time not too long ago when Arsenal fans were speaking in bold fonts, walking with chest out, and calculating title-winning points after breakfast.

Now look at the table.

Manchester City sit at the top like landlords who briefly stepped out and returned to find tenants rearranging the furniture. Same points as Arsenal, yes, but City are first, breathing calmly, sharpening their tools, and looking like a team that has seen this movie many times before.

And Arsenal? Ah, Arsenal are again standing near the trophy cabinet, but with the nervous energy of a man who forgot where he kept the key.
This is the business end of the season-where titles are not won with passion speeches or possession statistics, but with cold nerves, ugly wins, and the ability to score no matter what and no conceeding without apologising. That is Manchester City territory. They know these roads. They have GPS there.

Arsenal, unfortunately, are beginning to look like tourists asking for directions.
What once looked like a North London procession now resembles another familiar spring collapse. Every April, Arsenal fans start hearing strange sounds: footsteps behind them, calculators malfunctioning, and the distant theme music of Pep Guardiola. They are our noisy neighbours for a reason!

The most amusing subplot, however, is further down the table.

Manchester United, sitting third on 58 points, are lurking like an uninvited relative at a wedding buffet. Quietly watching. Quietly waiting. Quietly nursing the possibility of finishing second if Arsenal continue this annual hobby of wobbling when it matters most.

Imagine leading title conversations for months, there was even talk of a quadruple, only to end up looking over your shoulder at United. I laugh in Edo language!

That would be a collapse so dramatic even Netflix would ask for rights.

With six or so matches left, Arsenal must improve immediately. Not tomorrow. Not next week. Now. Because if this current form continues, From My Window, they may achieve the rare feat of turning a title charge into a race for runners-up medals. Hahahahàha, it possible!

And Manchester City? They are doing what Manchester City do best, saying very little, winning very often, and collecting trophies with the emotional expression of a man buying bread.

The title is not mathematically over. But spiritually, It has already started packing for Manchester.