Morning Positivistas, or for those of you taking in the blog elsewhere in the world or later in the day good afternoon, evening etc. I am coming into the morning with a greater serenity than yesterday, the job “done”, the adrenaline subsided, the tools required for this supporting malarkey cleaned and stored in the shed until August.
You all saw the game. You all had a slight tightness in the chest until Theo lashed the first goal past Given. You all beamed as the Chilean’s goal went in, and crowed like a rooster as Per signalled to the FA’s in house engraver to get his tools out. And when Olivier tidied away the last vestige of resistance that was the punctured claret and blue balloon you recognised that the club, its players and manager had marked another unique achievement in English football. As the somewhat dubious ceremonies that make up the presentation of the trophy drew on you were proud of those players, the manager, the club, even the bloody Gunnersaurus, and rightly so. I know you felt all these things because we are part of the linked Arsenal community.
Above a snap from david hickman on Twitter captures the stadium colour.
I have read and heard at least 100,000 words about the performance Arsenal put in yesterday, Ozil, Sanchez, Santi, Le Coq, Nacho, everyone in a yellow shirt in fact who performed between the gradings of “played very well” and “ absolutely excellent”. Each man deserved the award they were presented with, their Cup winner’s medal, no man deserved more nor less than that award. To pick one out as MotM, or whose contribution was decisive, seems to me not only excruciatingly difficult but pointless. They were all marvellous.
Even Szcz, who came into the game as the latest target of the club’s pitchfork wielding lynch mob, acquitted himself perfectly on an afternoon and in a stadium where goalkeepers are so often found out. I doubt Benteke expected the keeper to dash 15 yards to knock the ball off his head at the edge of the box each time it was crossed. Szcz’s style may have been untidy but my goodness it worked. The Belgian striker barely had a kick and not one real chance fell his way in 94 minutes. Now that was a surprise for me.
Turning to our opponents much was made in the various commentaries about their poor performance and that the Villains “ did not turn up” on the day. Not my view at all. They came to play football, with what seemed to me an attacking set up and exactly that aggressive approach had worked so well against Liverpool. They did not attempt to park any buses a la Chels, Swansea and Sunlun. The problem was for Villa we also came to play football, and the technical quality of our players is above theirs.
The fans at the Ems’ screening enjoy a post match stroll, courtesy of Joe Nelson on Twitter.
I doubt I have ever seen a more miserable manager than Tim Sherwood when he eventually emerged from the locked dressing room the best part of an hour after the final whistle. I thought it an odd time to tear into his players and announce that some would be on their way as a result of the day’s events. Tragedy affects different people in different ways I suppose.
As with all things in football, actions have consequences. And the immediate consequence is a Community Shield game against ‘them’ on Sunday the 2nd of August at 3 p.m. What a tasty opener to the next campaign.
And so, as a final curtain closes on the 9 months of watching football the Positively Arsenal way, here is me and the boys relaxing after the final whistle, courtesy of JenaC2 on Twitter.
Thank you for reading today, and enjoy your Sunday !