God. I've been covering Arsenal for seven seasons now, and there are still matches that leave me staring blankly at my laptop wondering what the hell just happened. Today was one of those days.

Two goals in eight minutes. That's all it took for Bournemouth to completely flip this match on its head and send thousands of Arsenal fans trudging home in stunned silence. My colleague bet me £10 at halftime that Arsenal would score at least three today. Poor guy... already updating his Venmo.

When Preparation Plans Go Sideways

Arteta clearly had a plan. Play the strong side, build confidence, rotate just enough to keep legs fresh for PSG. Makes perfect sense on paper.

But football isn't played on paper, is it?

I watched from the press box as Rice celebrated his 100th appearance with a goal that should've been the platform for a comfortable win. The way he rounded Kepa was genuinely elegant - one of those moments where you think, "This is why they paid £105 million for him."

That Throw-In... Seriously?

A long throw-in. That's what undid Arsenal's afternoon. Not some tactical masterclass or moment of individual brilliance - a bloody throw-in.

Huijsen's header was perfectly placed, but it was teh second goal that really killed the game. Evanilson somehow managed to bundle the ball past Raya, who looked about as comfortable as I did trying to parallel park outside the Emirates this morning (took me three attempts and I still ended up half on the kerb).

VAR spent what felt like an eternity looking for a handball. The Arsenal fans around me were practically willing it to be overturned. No luck.

Raya's Nightmare Moment

I've defended Raya all season. Wrote a whole piece back in January about how he's transformed Arsenal's build-up play.

But today? Yikes.

That second goal will haunt him. Should never have let that dribble over the line. The kind of mistake that makes goalkeeping coaches wake up in cold sweats at 3am.

What's particularly concerning is this isn't a one-off. There's been a pattern developing in recent weeks where his concentration seems to drift. Remember that Mateta goal last month? Almost identical lapse in judgment.

Saliba: The One Constant in a Sea of Chaos

If there was one positive to take from this mess, it was Saliba. The Frenchman was absolutely immense.

That tackle on Ouattara around the 30-minute mark was genuinely world-class - the kind of defensive action that doesn't make highlight reels but probably saved a goal. Then there was that deflection onto the roof of the net from Kluivert's curler... chef's kiss.

Honestly, without him, this could've been much worse. And that's saying something.

The Kid's Alright

Lewis-Skelly continues to impress me. Nineteen years old and playing like he's been in the Premier League for years.

Was talking to one of the academy coaches last week who told me they've been blown away by his mentality in training. "Never seen a teenager so unfazed by anything," were his exact words.

You could see him struggling with the height difference against Huijsen for the equalizer, but that's just physics. Can't blame the lad for not suddenly growing 4 inches taller.

What Now for Tuesday?

The question hanging over everything is what this means for Tuesday night against PSG. Two consecutive defeats is hardly ideal preparation for one of the biggest European nights in the club's recent history.

I spotted a few worried faces in the Arsenal technical area as the final whistle blew. Arteta was scribbling furiously in his little notebook - probably not jotting down birthday card ideas.

The players looked shell-shocked. Odegaard in particular had that thousand-yard stare as he trudged down the tunnel.

This wasn't just a defeat. It was a psychological blow at the worst possible time.

And now I've got to rewrite my entire preview for Tuesday's match on the train home. Brilliant.