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Can Arsenal Win The Title Without Giroud

Prologue
The last time Olivier Giroud was injured playing football for the Arsenal was on August 23rd, 2014, and it happened after the Frenchman had scored a goal in the 89th minute to help the club cancel out two first half strikes by Everton. He made a seemingly routine challenge for a ball in the Everton box and went down in a heap after landing awkwardly. Initial thoughts that this was a minor injury were rudely corrected by reports in the media of a leg-break and at least 3-months absence. The club promptly pulled the trigger on a deadline day signing of Danny Welbeck who had been belatedly put on the market by Manchester United. Welbeck took time to settle and it was an out-of-body start to his Arsenal career by Alexis that provided the Gunners with another consistent goal-scorer.

By the time Giroud returned to the team in round 12, coming off the bench to score a screamer in a losing effort vs Manchester United, Arsenal was already 11 points behind Chelsea with 4 wins, 5 draws and 3 losses and lying 5th in the league. Twenty games later, with Olivier gradually eased back into the first team, Arsenal went on a domineering run of games winning 16, losing three (3) and drawing once (1). His personal tally on April 4th was 11 goals, scoring seven in a six-game stretch between February and that date, leading the club to 2nd place after 31 games, only three points behind Chelsea, the eventual champions. But at that point the mob from Fulham had three games in hand; the damage had long been done in Giroud’s absence. April 4th has a major significance as it marked the date of the last goal for the season by our French hitman. In the next eight (8) games, without his goals, Arsenal’s already improbable title challenge fell away; winning 3, drawing 3 and losing 1.

Thus when Giroud went down injured at 43 min: 30 second in the game with Swansea on Saturday I had a total reprise of Everton, August 2014.

Two Minutes of Hell
The first half of the Swansea v Arsenal game was niggly and tentative. Both teams were having anxious moments. As the half drew to a close our battling Frenchman received a ball under considerable pressure from the opposition and in the process of successfully maneuvering the ball to a team-mate there was a clash of knees with Montero, their nippy left back. He went to ground writhing in pain with his left leg propped close to his body, unmoving.

Initially his teammates ignored his somewhat somnolent state. I suspect they must have thought he was feigning injury to win a free kick. They were trying to pass their way into the Swansea box and as Ozil received the final pass, I said to myself he will be confused because he doesn’t know Giroud is injured and there is no big man in the box for him to locate his pass. Just as I thought, he dithered because of the paucity of options allowing the onrushing defenders to smother him and eventually the ball aimlessly rebounded from his legs, out of play. This triggered the ref’s whistle, stopping play and signaling Colin Lewin to come onto the field to attend to the stricken player. From the tv broadcast the commentators heightened the tension by emphasizing Giroud is “seemingly in agony”, he is “waving at the bench”, his “knees buckled”, he may have damaged his “medial or lateral ligament” and on and on.

Lewin’s initial attempt to put his hand on Giroud’s knee did not seem promising. His wailing and finger-waving seemed as intense as ever while the physio tries to extend the stricken knee. After the initial handling the physio reaches into his collar for his earphone and apparently communicates to the bench. As is now standard for football coverage, this covert chat is the signal for the cameras to pan to the sidelines and focus on AW’s face which is emotionless and inscrutable. Usually when an injury is serious there is immediate movement on the bench but I regard the lack of action as meaningless. There is no substitute for Giroud on or off the bench. I am now resigned to the stretchers.

But ever so quickly the cameras refocus to the main action. It is apparent that while Lewin has succeeded in getting Olivier to extend the leg, the Frenchman is still pointing to his knee as if they have been crushed inside. But Lewin is insistent and for the first time I am swept by some optimism. From my own experience, I know we men are such babies when it comes to pain. So I am now beginning to hope Giroud is at least half-the-man I am and is at least slightly embarrassed to be crying like a baby in front of thousands in the stadium and millions on tv, even if it really hurts. Luckily he is like us and in due course the wailing ceases and he is gradually helped to his knee. Optimism is transformed to joy as he limps to the sideline without assistance ending the most stressful two minutes of Arsenal football I have experienced this season.

Giroud eventually re-entered the field of play at the end of the first half and scampered around showing no ill-effect from the injury. In the 48th minute he scored that decisive first goal by using Mertsacker as a shield to perfectly position himself for a smart header from a corner.

So What?
You dear reader may be wondering why I am dramatizing those two minutes. Because it seems to me not many are fully aware of how significant this potential injury could have been. From my reading of a few blogs not many comprehend that our chances of winning the title drop to slim or zero should there be a long-term injury to our bearded Frenchman. At least it was not lost on the end-of-an-eraists who, in their continued belittling of Wenger, excoriated the manger and the board for only having two central strikers, conveniently ignoring the fact that Welbeck was expected to recover from his pre-season injury or the fact that City only have Aguero and Bony as central strikers despite having all the money in the world.

I am seriously curious as to why our own supposedly knowledgeable fans seem to underestimate the importance of Giroud to this squad despite having scored 65 goals and contributed 28 assists in 150 appearances for Arsenal since he joined in 2013. Over this period only Sergio Aguero has scored more goals in the Premier League.

I can only conclude that they have drunk the kool-ade served up by the pundits and pressitutes in the mainstream media who have poisoned the public into believing that Giroud is not a top-quality striker. This is best exemplified by infamous proclamation on April 26th by Thierry Henry that “I think they need to buy four players – they need that spine. They need a goalkeeper, they still need a centre back, they still need a holding midfielder and, I’m afraid, they need a top, top quality striker to win this league again.” Note he made this statement in direct contradiction to the facts; Arsenal season 2014-15 went south when Giroud was totally exhausted after going flat-out between January and April 4th.

After yesterday, and the impact of his absence due to injury in 2014 and 2013, the more relevant question is whether Arsenal can win the title without Giroud.

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Arsenal take Liberty, Swans scattered

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Good Morning Positive People from a misty brown and gold Norfolk this Sunday,

I think we all approached yesterday’s game with a healthy respect for Swansea, a wariness earned on the back of some good games between the clubs and the six points they removed from our locker last season.

I expected a stiff challenge. In spite of some fairly dire recent results for Swansea the Liberty is no easy place to win points, as Stew explained yesterday.

I had the benefit of radio coverage and for the first half, with the roar of the Jacks each time the ball crossed the halfway line it seemed that Cech was the busiest man on the pitch, a virtual one man display.

Having now had the opportunity to watch the game on TV that impression was wrong, but the home side did put up a good display, a combination of good passing, solid defence and disrupting the possession when we broke with niggling fouls and barges. Fair to say though while he might have the perfect profile for radio Shelvey was actually good in that first 45. Had Gomis shown a more confidence in his own ability, and/or Hector dawdled a millisecond longer, the half time banter might have been sheer anguish. What a difference confidence makes to a striker !

Watching the rerun on the box also illuminated that Per should keep his hands/elbows lower at free kicks, an incident totally missed on the radio, not to mention by Mr Friend.

A little flutter as Giroud went to ground writhing just before half time. It was nothing, he is French after all.

Thereafter with the half time break behind us, and as has happened often in recent weeks, we set about the opposition with much greater purpose. An excellent header from Giroud rocked the locals back before the Bovril had be drunk, and we took control of the ball and the game. The 2,000th goal under Arsene, remarkable record. We shall not see that longevity again, or at least I won’t. Incidentally since making his Premier League debut on 18th August 2012, Olivier has scored more headed goals than any other player in the division, 15.

Gradually we pushed Swansea and the threat they offered steadily withered away, Montero ineffective and well policed, Gomis faded, with both eventually replaced. Ki was lucky not to receive two yellows, and Naughten was lucky to get away with a telling off.

Bit of controversy about the second goal. Not sure what Fab was doing, or thought he was doing ? Goalkeeping error though. No hiding behind the referee for Lukas. After the second any hopes the locals had of a return from the game evaporated. The third came within five minutes, Swansea cut open, well finished by Joel through a crowd of Swansea players in the six yards box. Both sides went through the motions for the final 15, each with eyes on the ‘next’ fixture.

Our outstanding players ? The usual suspects, Cech (for what was a good first half display), Nacho, Hector and Kosc, Mesut with an almost perfect second half display, Giroud for hitting the decisive opener, and Joel. A special word for Joel in fact as he has the full scrutiny of the Arsesphere as well as the media on him yesterday, and stood up admirably. Push on from yesterday’s performance son, in Munich and against the neighbours, and who knows when or even if you will be lose your place as our injured limp back into action.

Right that is it. A decent break over the next three days before the small matter of taking on the current best football team in Europe. Toodle-pip ‘til Wednesday.

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Arsenal Versus Swansea: The Eyes Of Fear


So the jittery Jonas worked their dark magic, cast their evil spells and brought down upon us the wrath of the Injury Gods. Meanwhile their minions have run free on twitter and loosed the Arsenal Hate Mob from where victory after victory had forced them ever deeper into their foetid lair. Even they will not feast for long on a League Cup exit however; poor, scant pickings which cannot long sustain even the hungriest of malcontents.

It’s true they have a couple of minor injuries to keep them going but these were not the result of  playing in the League Cup. They didn’t come about through contact sustained at Hillsborough, they would have happened the next time those players hit the training ground or on the next match day. As such even the self deluded Arsène haters must baulk at harping on for too long over injuries to an ex scapegoat and the chèvre-du-jour. They have picked over the bones of the inclusion of a couple of youngsters, the existence of whom they had hitherto not even suspected, and now they are left howling and hungry and hoping Swansea will win this afternoon.

Meanwhile back in the land of the marginally less swivel eyed we are all excited to see who gets the nod on the right wing. Le Boss appears to have pencilled in Joel Campbell but he also mentioned shuffling the pack or picking exciting young Nigerian winger Alex Iwobi. Nervous times for Joel. If he doesn’t get the fabled managerial nod and loses out to a player from the under 21 squad it would send a very negative message.

It’s coming it a little high to say I’m a huge fan, but I do feel that Joel has a lot to offer and his performances at international level and on loan suggest he has the right stuff. As ever we’ll wait until the team is announced and then suffer a loud and public nervous breakdown about it, humiliating ourselves with a show of petulance on social media which would embarrass a teething toddler who’d just heard of a cut to their milk ration.

I like to remain positive as you probably know and keep a sense of perspective. We have a big squad because we may suffer a lot of injuries. We have a fantastic youth set up because the club’s ethos is to promote from within as well as to buy from without. When injuries begin to exact a toll the youngsters and squad players need to seize the opportunity and put on a show.

One man who has hit form at just the right time is Olivier Giroud. His control, the jealous way he protects the ball, the impudence with which he plays in those around him and his finishing skills are a joy to behold. True the team doesn’t play in the same way with him on point as it does with Theo, and true the other players have been adapting to Theo’s movement and pace, but they are all big boys, professionals at the top of their game in fact and as such they can and will quickly adjust.

The key when you play Larry up front is not just crosses and anticipating his deadly near post runs it is being alert to his little flicks and nudges around the edge of the area. He needs people who will run on past him as he out muscles the centre back and plays the ball into the box. It is whoever comes in for Aaron that needs to be most alive to these possibilities, but Santi and Mesut can profit as well. Theo’s pace is a weapon no team would want to lose but the world is full of things we want and can’t have. I for example would love a Bruce Thomas Profile bass with its classic salmon pink finish, and tortoise-shell scratchplate, but I don’t have a spare 500 spondulicks and so I’ll make do without it.

Unless we’re talking food, freedom or a home there really is no need to wring your hands and bemoan what you don’t have. Look at what you do and then thank your lucky stars or a deity of your choice. Yes we have a huge injury list. Yes it has suddenly blown out like a dodgy remould on the M6. This is only one side of the coin though isn’t it? There are plenty of reasons to be positive too and as I keep saying whether you focus on the negatives in life or upon the positives is simply a matter of choice.

People on both sides of the debate will argue that no, they are the realists, facing the facts which the other side simply find too inconvenient to consider, but that is so much hogwash. Choice. You choose. You make a conscious decision to look long and hard at our injury crisis and push away your untouched dinner plate as you choke back a helpless sob. Likewise you choose rather to look at our amazing and enviable away record. It’s your choice to toss and turn as you agonise over our defeats against Chelsea and Olympiacos rather than smiling warmly at thoughts of our consistency taken over the long term. Do you ponder on how many years have elapsed since we’ve won the league, or would you rather revel in back to back FA Cup victories?

Choice. Don’t pretend you don’t exercise it because you do, we all do. If all you can talk about are the negatives, the portents of disaster and the failings of previous seasons you are not making stuff up, you aren’t a fantasist, all of the things you say are based in fact but you are choosing to make them the central thrust of your thesis. It’s a toss of a coin. There are reasons to be cheerful and there are reasons to doubt, but you have free will and only you can choose which of them is the most important.

The late great and still so painfully missed Bill Hicks put it best. He was talking about life in general, and not just that part of it given over to following a football team, but I’m going to give him the last word on the subject. Not because I’m lazy and can’t think of a better way of putting it myself, at least not only because of those things, but because he sums it up so well

“The world is like a ride in an amusement park, and when you choose to go on it you think it’s real because that’s how powerful our minds are. The ride goes up and down, around and around, it has thrills and chills, and it’s very brightly colored, and it’s very loud, and it’s fun for a while. Many people have been on the ride a long time, and they begin to wonder, “Hey, is this real, or is this just a ride?” And other people have remembered, and they come back to us and say, “Hey, don’t worry; don’t be afraid, ever, because this is just a ride.” And we … kill those people. “Shut him up! I’ve got a lot invested in this ride, shut him up! Look at my furrows of worry, look at my big bank account, and my family. This has to be real.” It’s just a ride. But we always kill the good guys who try and tell us that, you ever notice that? And let the demons run amok … But it doesn’t matter, because it’s just a ride. And we can change it any time we want. It’s only a choice. No effort, no work, no job, no savings of money. Just a simple choice, right now, between fear and love. The eyes of fear want you to put bigger locks on your doors, buy guns, close yourself off. The eyes of love instead see all of us as one.”

So where does all this leave us today? Apart from the subs bench it is a simple question of who starts the match in front of Hector. Oh and there’s the small matter of overcoming Swansea and keeping up the pressure at the top. The Swans represent a curious bête noire do they not? I love the place, being as it is the gateway to one of my favourite spots on earth. The Gower peninsula is as rugged and beautiful as the incisive football with which it’s local team has undone us on more than a couple of occasions. It’s odd for me to try and see them as a bogey team or bugaboo if you prefer because I like the way they play. They have some pretty good footballers and an unassuming coach, and of course are emphatically not Chelsea.

As you know I eschew the league table this side of Christmas but I do like to lift the skirts of the form guide and have a quick look at our opponents recent run of matches. Swansea sit fourteen places below us having only won once in their previous six games when they bought home all the points from a trip to a beleaguered Villa Park. Their home form tells a different story. In  a season where more points than ever have been won by visiting teams Swansea have only lost one in their previous five home matches.

So the stats tell us much the same story as our guts do. We have the fire power and the ability to overcome the home team but they will be difficult to beat and dangerous going forward. Whoever plays in front of Hector will need to work with him in defence and as such I believe Joel Campbell is the right choice. His crosses may have been a little wayward at Wednesday on Tuesday but his tracking back and tackling were one of the few highlights on that most forgettable of nights.

I will as ever be enjoying this latest part of the ride, my eyes full of hope and my lucky Arsenal cup a mere coincidence. Those of you fortunate enough to be going to the game can always drop in for a cuppa on the way back, turn off at junction 18 of the M4 and I’m just down the road. I’ll join the rest of you here at three o’clock.

 

 

 

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Arsenal and a Damn Good Thrashing

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Morning All Positive Arsenal fans,

I shall keep it brief.

First, and as young DC pointed out last night, well done to Sheffield Wednesday. A memorable night for them, a deserved victory and hopefully another exciting Capital One Cup tie beckons to them in the draw with one of the ‘glamour’ teams. A full Hillsborough is still an impressive ground.

As for our performance inn South Yorkshire?

Having read the mainstream media this morning and seen Arsene’s words of explanation of last night’s result he hit the target as I expected. Our young lads across the middle Kamara, Iwobi, and Bennacer did not quite have the strength or the nous to overcome the experience and energy of the Wednesday midfield.

Matty did his best to galvanise the boys around him and I never doubted their heart. The effort was there, the cutting edge was not. It must be terribly frustrating for them to play in the reserves and sit on the bench patiently for their chance to come, and when it does for the opportunity to turn to ashes within 51 minutes. It was a game in which we very, very rarely put the home side under any pressure. Apparently we had two shots on target ?

I sense it is probably a hard lesson for young players to learn, that they still have loads of knowledge and experience to acquire before being genuinely equipped for PL football, but it may a necessary one.

Of the performances of our more experienced players Cech had a blameless evening. Giroud had very little ball so can be excused, in my book. The remainder, like me, endured an evening to forget. Every man of them knows he has more ability than was on show for much of last night.

The injuries ? Clearly worrying but it did seem both players went down immediately following their recognition of a muscular twinge rather than a great ripping of tendons and flesh. No doubt investigations will be underway with four days to go before our game in South Wales.

And finally a bright spark ? We got to see Krystian Bielik after many a long month of sightings in the second teams he finally made a real first team appearance. Not an auspicious result for the boy but I liked the half an hour I saw. He has confidence and is tall. That is two boxes ticked.

So enjoy Wednesday and the remainder of the week. A 3.00 kick off on Saturday, which is a novelty. I shall be primed and ready to go again.

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Arsenal Versus Sheffield Wednesday: Fringe Benefits

With Aaron’s untimely injury, Alex Oxlade-Chamberlain’s struggle for form and Jack not likely to take much part this season, some people are becoming a little edgy as to our options should we lose anyone else. Folk gather in nervous corners speaking in tremulous whispers about what we might do should Santi or Mesut get crocked. They frighten little children into behaving with nightmarish tales of title tilts toppled by tweaks and tears to vital Teutonic tendons or over stretched Spanish sinews. Is there any way to calm these jittery Jonas?

Well I for one am perfectly relaxed about the situation, and here’s why. Any team, whether at the top of the Prem or the bottom of the conference would struggle if they lost their best players. That was true before the season started, before our Welsh wonder’s latest knock and will still be true when he and all the rest are fit again. If you can’t cope with this simple truth, and I hate to be the bearer of bad tidings, then you are well and truly buggered.

In any event this all set me to meditate upon those players on the fringes of first team selection, and what with the League Cup providing an obvious opportunity to give some of the superstars a breather, these players will be very much in the manager’s thoughts as well. When the first team were visibly tiring against a determined Everton side on Saturday evening (hardly surprising given the levels they reached in defeating Bayern earlier in the week) I was in conversation with Shotta. It was around about the time that Mathieu Flamini began to unzip his tracksuit top. I suggested that the imminent substitution meant Arsène had seen enough and had decided that we needed to shore things up, deny Everton space in the middle and choke off their attacks which were, by now, becoming a bit of a nuisance. Shotta G concurred. This seemed a good tactical change to make at that stage of the game.

Of course the first thing Flamini did when he got onto the pitch (after his customary slightly too heavy first challenge – naturellement) was to take the game to the opposition in no uncertain terms, popping up more often in and around their area than our own. In fact he got into a great position and very nearly scored. Never mind bringing on a defensive midfielder, it appeared that Arsène had brought on a maverick. This was a man playing with a lightness of the soul, a player who knows he hasn’t long left at the top of the game, has nothing more to prove to anyone and is only too happy to take a few pot shots at goal should the chance arise.

Lee Dixon did a short piece to camera for the Arsenal website recently commemorating Tony Adams. He talked with obvious emotion about he and his captain’s final season before retirement and it was obvious how players reaching the autumn of their careers relish each passing game, suffused as they are with knowledge that every ninety minutes brings them so much closer to their last. This got me thinking about how Mathieu Flamini took his goals against Spurs in the last round of this competition; the panache, the joie de vivre, the devil-may-care attitude. My thoughts inevitably strayed to players at the other end of the career spectrum.

Alex Oxelaide-Chamberlain has stalled somewhat. He has struggled with injuries and has had to sit and watch while others cement their place in the hierarchy. This can only make it harder for him to get back to where he needs to be and it is little surprise that the pressure upon him might make him try the occasional shot which isn’t on, or push himself to take on just one player too many. It looks to my untutored eye as if he isn’t letting his game flow naturally and instinctively enough to allow the good stuff to happen.

You may recall me describing a recent unscheduled trip into space I took when inadvertently leaving my mountain bike behind after jumping from a ledge or outcrop. What brought me to such a pass was partly to do with my tinkering with the machine but overwhelmingly because I  wasn’t riding well. My technique had deserted me and instead of tootling off and finding other diversions, switching focus and letting things come back to me in their own good time, I forced the issue and paid the price.

While I make no comparison with my sedate two wheeled adventures and the life of a professional footballer there is a universal truth here. You cannot compel things to go well. In any sport you can feel when you’re in the right place and you know when you’ve slipped from it.The bind for the pro is they must work through their issues under the unforgiving stare of sixty thousand demanding punters and the unrelenting gaze of multiple television cameras. I can tool off into the woods among the bunnies and the autumn berries when my jumping skills temporarily desert me, Alex doesn’t have that luxury.

I have no doubt the Ox will find his mojo again and stake his claim to a first team place. At his best I think he is the perfect understudy to Alexis. Both have a powerful shot, acceleration and love to go past defenders, neither are particularly suited to defensive work but will do their bit for the team as all players in the modern game must. If he fills in for Aaron over the following few weeks I’m sure we’ll see him relax more and start to show why he excited so many Arsenal fans earlier in his career.

The contrast with younger players fighting for form, desperate to grasp the nettle whenever a glimpse of a first team place appears and a Mathieu Flamini just happy to play and under absolutely no pressure at all, is striking. There is another species of sportsman. This is the rarest of footballers on the planet. A kind of freak of nature hybrid creature, a youngster who can play with the same mindset shown by our battle hardened man from Marseille. A kid with the cool of a veteran. Such a player is Hector Bellerin and he has taken to football at the very highest level with a brio and a bravado that I think is simply breathtaking.

The environment in which he earns his corn is hostile, unforgiving, highly scrutinised and one in which he faces some of the fastest most skilful players in world football. Yet the boy just doesn’t seem to give a hoot. If he gets beaten once or twice (and that is all that happened in the first half against Bayern – he was definitely not ‘schooled’ or ‘out of his depth’) then he not only comes back stronger but sticks two fingers up to a watching world who think he ought to cower on the edge of the 18 yard box praying for the final whistle, runs rampant through one of the best teams on the planet and calmly sets up Mesut Özil for the winning goal. Some players have that special blend of confidence and ability which sets them apart. If the boy has the character to match, and the signs are promising, then he has a hell of a career ahead of him.

The sudden stratospheric upward surge of young Hector has turned French international fullback Mathieu Debuchy into another of our fringe players. This is a hugely experienced footballer, much admired across Europe and at 30 years old is still at the peak of his powers, I don’t think any top team in the land would mind having that kind of defensive cover. Talking of full backs what of our other forgotten man? Kieran Gibbs has built up a deal of experience at a young age. He knows Nacho will need to be injured before he gets any time at left back, so well has the Spaniard been playing, but he will see more substitute appearances as the boss rests and protects Alexis, especially when we are seeing out a narrow victory.

If Aaron’s injury pushed Ox up the pecking order then everyone behind him shuffled forward a place too. Joel Campbell will, I assume, start tonight and he is another lad with talent, quite a bit of experience and a point to prove. Just how he gets enough game time to prove it I don’t know but it would be silly to ignore him. I suppose the best way to guarantee a few more starts is for him to ensure we stay in the league cup starting with a win this evening. Again we do not know what he is capable of because he hasn’t really had a chance to show us.

Where does Calum Chambers fit into all this? What about our captain? What of the many youth team players looking at Hector Bellerin and wondering – could that be me? Mikel Arteta knows his playing days are numbered and accepts this with the dignity synonymous with the man himself. I believe he still has the calmness, skill and football know-how to be a valuable squad member but I accept he probably wouldn’t last a run of of fixtures. And Calum? He played a lot more than he might have expected in his first season but has slipped back down the ladder since. Is he a centre back, full back or defensive midfielder? We’ll find out in the fullness of time of course, but he could do a job in any of the three positions and as such, should disaster strike, he could easily step in while perhaps Santi moves forward.

I’m sure I’ve left people out, these are merely the idle musings of a bruised old man and not the product of any real research. I just wanted to make the point that in the event of injury disaster the future is not as bleak as some might have it. Of course for a second stringer or youth player to do more than just plug a gap, it would require someone to do an Anelka or a Hector or dare I say it do what Francis Coquelin did last season. As unlikely and infrequently as it happens, these players do appear and they do, from time to time surprise people. In fact if it were to happen again under the watchful eye of Arsène Wenger it would hardly be a surprise. The man develops talent in a way other managers can only spend money.

I hope we go all the way in this competition. I want the fringe players to get as many chances on the centre stage as they can. Firstly to keep themselves up to speed so they hit the ground running when called upon by the first team and secondly because I want everyone involved at the club to taste success and to do well. So let’s see if we can progress tonight and while we’re at it I’d rather like it if Bournemouth, Middlesbrough, Crystal Palace and Stoke went through too. It won’t be the end of the world if we get knocked out but it would make it ever harder for those waiting in the wings to strut their stuff.

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The Rain Fell, and the Last Train was Cancelled as Arsenal take Top Spot

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It looked like a day more suitable for diving equipment and rubber ducks than playing the beautiful game. After the effort put in against Bayern on Tuesday it seemed rather unfortunate that Mother Nature should give Everton a weather  advantage to go with many tired legs on our side. Even our Duracell bunnies seemed a little off the pace. But this Arsenal is a different animal to many we’ve seen before and fully deserved the 2-1 win.

With three changes to the side, we still looked sharper than the toffees and Mesut proved he has one of the finest football brains on show. Equally Petr Cech proved that he is truly in a class of his own with some outstanding keeping.

And what about Olly Giroud? Replacing Theo in the line up he also had a stunning game which deserved better reward than his one headed goal from the Wizard of Oz’s pin point cross. His shot that hit the bar in the second half deserved a goal.

Within a minute or so, Kos doubled our lead from Santi’s cross and bearing in mind their performance against ManU perhaps some of us started thinking back to the 7-0 hammering we gave them several years ago.  This was not to be regrettably and  from one Everton breakaway started by the Ox’s mistake, Barclay went through and scored via a massive deflection from the Archangel who in my mind should be credited with our 5th OG of the season as Petr had the ball well covered. In fairness, Barclay probably deserved to be credited with the goal, he played as well as he was allowed and Gabriel had such a good game that to sully it with a negative may be an unfair reflection. Certainly his late in the game tackle on Lukaku followed by such a happy flashing of his tombstone teeth was a joy.

A thought on the Ox…is he perhaps trying too hard? He’s a far better player than his performances suggest and neither his attacking nor defensive roles are in tune at the moment. He probably needs a good run to get his confidence back.

Despite going into a far more defensive mode in the second half, we still created several chances and apart from Olly’s hitting the bar, Oz was also unlucky with a shot that clipped the outside of the post. The defensive duties were ably carried out by all concerned, Le Coq unperturbed by a soft yellow card that Mason gave him early doors, maybe in retaliation for the second card that he hadn’t given him earlier in the season.

Barry getting a red card was unfortunately too late for us to take advantage.

So top of the league for the time being, a chance to rest many against Wednesday and maybe to see some new faces, and then the Swans. A definite need for a bit of payback there.

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Arsenal Versus Everton: How Can You Tell When A Drummer’s At The Door?

Last time we spoke I was wondering whether or not I ought to watch the match. Could I release some kind of reverse jinx hoodoo and help Arsenal overcome Bayern by missing it? Well, by now, unless you’ve been held against your will in some remote Gulag you probably know the outcome. Thanks to me giving up on all forms of superstition and just watching the match we triumphed. We trounced them. We out thought them, out manoeuvred them and out foxed them. Thanks, as I say to my not paying any attention to any silly nonsense about lucky charms and rituals. I suppose Nacho Monreal can share in the credit with me. Perhaps Arsène Wenger too.

The rest of this week has passed in something of a haze. I’m still recuperating after my unplanned aerobatics while nominally out mountain biking. I made the mistake of assuming that as the agony had all but subsided I could come off my pain medication. Needless to say of course the only reason I wasn’t experiencing the full warp factor ten discomfort levels was due to the very course of physic from which I had so recently abstained.

Consequently by Thursday evening I could be found staggering about like a flayed man in a cactus patch howling for codeine. I have since scored some pills which have an effect similar to that of a marquee erector’s mallet to the base of the skull and while my pain threshold has been suitably raised my coherence levels are experiencing a severe dip in the market. Cognitive function is through the floor and there are no takers for reflexes nor conversational sparkle.

I mention all this simply by way of explanation in case you feel short changed with this morning’s offering. I find my analgesically addled concentration drifts from the matter in hand to other matters and even on occasions to other hands. The most cursory of glances over the preceding paragraphs is evidence of this. The only reason I haven’t drifted from the point of today’s duel with the blue half of Merseyside is that I haven’t even managed to as much as get to the point in the first place.

I’ll have a go and see how far I get. Normally, and I think normally is the word I want, it might be usually, generally, customarily or ordinarily, to be honest they are all reasonably synonymous with one another, either way in the usual run of things, at least as far as this season goes, we would expect to find ourselves intrigued. Intrigued that is to discover how the boys can respond after a Champion’s League let down, a cup calamity, a European setback. How, we cry, will the manager motivate his charges, lift their heads and inspire them to give of their best on resumption of their Premier League duties? I have to say Arsène has answered any doubters in the camp with some reasonably emphatic post Euro faux pas performances.

This time we face a different dilemma. Whereas after Olympiacos the lads would have slunk back to their digs, collars turned high, hat brims pulled low and hoped to get off the N41 for Crouch End Broadway without any of their fellow passengers recognising them, the post Bayern binge must have been at least a two day bender. I should imagine they all had to train in bin bags to sweat it out yesterday. How Arsène will pull his bleary eyed boys back into some semblance of order and persuade them that the party is over and they need to get back to work I do not know.

The visit of Everton is not to be taken lightly, and the eleven who start and the three who come on for the final chukka will need to be sober, present and correct today. One of them at least may well have been surreptitiously bunging his tequila shots into the potted plants after Tuesday night’s epic match. The hugely unwelcome injury to Aaron Ramsey opens a door to one of the second eleven as we used to call them.

I’m firmly in the Oxlade-Chamberlain camp as I feel his inclusion offers the least disruption to the other positions and partnerships on the pitch, he has played there before and while it is true bad lack and bad judgement have dogged the defensive side of his game I strongly suggest that a run of matches would be the best antidote, next that is to a couple of well taken goals. We know the boy has phenomenal talent and we know that were he to really catch fire then an attacking three of him, Theo and Sanchez would pour ice down the jerseys of the most resolute of defenders. When one adds the guile, class and abundant energy of Mesut Özil, the understanding between Santi and Francis Coquelin and two of the best fullbacks in the league, then even missing the man who I think of as our most vital cog we ought still to have enough about us to continue our fine run of results.

I haven’t mentioned how good Per, Kos and Petr Čech are because quite frankly that is like pointing out that the Himalayas are quite a long way above sea level or that the moon is made of cheese – some things are taken as red and do not need reiterating. Or even iterating in the first place. I confess where Čech is concerned I had been worried. When I heard we’d signed someone from The Bridge, the Stew Black lip was seen to curl of its own volition. It is hard for me to warm for men from that area of Fulham but of them all the former first choice between the sticks seemed the most likeable. Also the man is a drummer and as such I thought I ought to at least have sympathy for him. We bass players do an awful lot of good work in the community helping drummers to fit in with normal society, covering their mistakes on stage and showing them what the fork is for during meal breaks in recording sessions.

My worries were more to do with his age and ring rustiness. Was he replaced by Courtois for a reason? Were we getting ourselves a rusting, beaten up old hulk of a keeper trading upon his past glories or did he still have enough of the right stuff to provide the final piece in our defensive jigsaw? His early games saw my apprehension rise. Handling errors like that made by David Ospina are entirely understandable and eminently forgiveable. We are all taught on our mother’s knee that to err is human. The positional howlers Mr Čech made in his early appearances were far more troubling. These were the type of mistakes that you did not expect from a man of his experience. Can I just state for the record that any residual doubts doubts I may have still harboured evaporated like breath off a scalpel after Tuesday night. In fairness he’s been growing in stature in every game but on the occasions – the perhaps inevitable occasions – that Bayern broke through, the giant Czech was the final rock in their path, the one they simply could not overcome. He was so good I would say he almost rivalled Nacho as my man of the match. It appears that he just needed time to get into the swing again. As with medication so with goalies – I should learn to be more patient.

We are the team to beat at the moment, top of the form table with five wins in the previous six. In comparison, Everton’s form over a similar period sees them in eleventh place. Like us they have only lost one of their recent half dozen but have been picking up a lot more draws. One warning note – they are unbeaten away from home having won two and drawn two on the road this season while we have only won 50% of our home fixtures. Do not be surprised if we too need to be patient this afternoon. This is a team which must have honest hopes of travelling back up the M1 with at least a point in their pocket despite our blistering run of form.

How do we make sure that we keep the pressure on Man City? It depends on how Martinez decides to play it. If he wants to do to us what we did to Bayern then he had better hope his forwards are quick and accurate when they get their chances and his defence and midfield have the game of their lives. We will need to do what Bayern did only do it better. Win the ball back quickly, put them under steadily increasing pressure and wait to exploit the cracks as and when they appear. If Everton come out and try to go toe to toe with us then we need to give them a taste of the medicine which Man United found so unpalatable here a couple of weeks ago.

One of the biggest lies told to the gullible is that Arsène doesn’t do tactics. That’s like saying MPs don’t do expenses or Captain Birdseye doesn’t do breadcrumbs. It’s just baloney as we all know. His sides are intelligent enough and flexible enough to adapt to the strategy of their opponents, to implement a careful and rigid game plan or to improvise when the opportunity arises.

Who we’ll see replacing Aaron will have maybe less of an impact than the way Martinez men go about the quest for their draw. Can the fans be as intelligent and adaptable and show the necessary stoicism? That is down to the psychology of the individual. You and I will float through the game in a bubble of serenity, smiling sweetly at each impudent flick and indulgently forgiving the occasional misplaced pass. Or at least I shall – as long as these pills don’t lose their potency before half past five this evening. Which reminds me, it’s time I had another hit, so I’ll say adieu for now, I’m off to get the spoon and the rope and stick the Velvet Underground on my turntable. Man.

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Arsenal – Fun Fun Fun on the Autobahn

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Guten Morgen Positivistas,

A foul morning in NW Norfolk but a lightness of touch in the fingers as I sit down for another day of digital derring-do.

What a night eh !

My impression of Us ?

A massive EFFORT from every player in red, and one in orange. They applied themselves throughout the 94 minutes, for every minute and every second. A plan had been worked out, it had to be. That performance was not spontaneous, it was not thought up ‘on the hoof’. It was designed and efficiently executed.

I admit, in my weakness and at times, I began to doubt the wisdom of allowing the opposition so much of the ball. Surely to allow players of calibre and speed we were facing that amount of time/space/possession 30-40 metres out is to invite calamity ??

But no! As the Germans tried to take the game into the scoring zone the door slammed shut in their faces, their runs were frustrated, their shots sometimes high, sometimes wide and when on target our keeper dealt with them effectively and with no theatrical flourish. Not once all evening were we opened up. Not once did Mr Cakir have a hard question put to him about any ‘incident’ in the Arsenal box.

After careful overnight reflection I have come to the inescapable conclusion that was probably the best Arsenal defence performance I have ever had the pleasure of watching, taking into account the quality of the opposition.

I am sure you each have a favourite performer on the night, some for the spectacular and decisive moment, other you will have chosen for a relentless contribution to victory over 94 minutes. However I shall name no names among our lads as man or men of the match. All 14 were equally responsible. Had one failed to concentrate, to keep their foot firmly on the writhing Bavarian serpent then we should surely have failed.

And our opponents ?

A magnificent football team. Hugely impressive in the confidence of their passing, one touch, bang and the ball is gone, 10-15 metre passes all night. I imagine that style of play is incredibly hard to play against. The moment you go to the player with the ball it is gone. As you concentrate players on one side of the defence the ball is the other side of the pitch.

Unlike Guardiola’s earlier Barca sides there is no ‘tippy-tappy’, every ball seemed to have a purpose. The one thing they do have exactly in the style of FCB c. 2011 is their style of play without the ball, and particularly in the first half it showed. If the visitors lost possession a posse of black shirts would surround the Arsenal player and the slip retrieved. It took us the first half to really get to grips with that intensity.

The stand out individual in black ? Douglas Costa is good, a bit of quality. A classic winger, quick feet, can go inside and out, difficult to knock off the ball. Having read the aggregated efforts of Her Majesty’s Press Corps ( Sports battalion) this morning I saw that, apparently, Hector Bellerin put in a poor performance. Utter nonsense in my view. Costa put in an outstanding performance and left poor Hector on his arse a couple of times first half. That however is a mark of Costa’s quality, not Bellerin’s ineptitude. Our young Spaniard however stuck to his job, stayed with Costa, frustrated the Munich wingman, and eventually mastered the Brazilian. It was Costa who faded, not Hector. Pep is not an idiot. He knew the race had been run for Douglas and why.

The final observation I can offer is one that comes from being in the ground last night. So detached was I from what was actually going on that I thought the second goal was the final whistle. I was baffled to see Bayern kicking off again !

However because as a spectator I am not locked in to the action for 94 minutes it gave me the opportunity to look at other things, and one thing tat struck me is how ‘SLY’ Bayern are. This is not a criticism as such but every opportunity they had to gain even a tiny advantage, for example slow the taking of an Arsenal free kick down, they took it. Nothing is wasted, no incident too trivial to try and screw some benefit from. I contrasted that approach with, at one point, Theo sportingly giving the ball back only to see the Germans take advantage as we were unprepared for their quick effort. There is a lesson there, somewhere.

Enjoy your day.

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Arsenal Versus Bayern: Solid Gold Easy Action

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I have a confession to make. It’s an embarrassing one and I hesitate before the court of public opinion. Perhaps I should delay the awkward moment when I must unbosom myself of my misdeed. Instead allow me to furnish you with a little background to the story. Yes I think that might be helpful.

For the first two matches of this European campaign I have taken out my diary and struck a thick red line through the to do list, banished my family, told the dogs to expect an early walk and settled in to watch the match with no more than the merest whiff of guilt at my selfishness and lackadaisical approach to my responsibilities. Now I know what you’re thinking. Stew, given the way results have gone in the opening games, whatever it is you have planned for tonight just go ahead and do it, foolish little superstitious muggins’s that you are.

Now, generally, it must be said that my to do list makes for pretty sparse reading and most days of the week my absence from the outside world goes unremarked. This time however as with the last game I actually have something to cancel. You see, every Tuesday evening I like to sit in a small room and talk to myself, occasionally playing a little music by way of a diversion, a sort of entertaining punctuation to my meaningless verbal meanderings.

Sounds fun doesn’t it? It is actually the realisation of a boyhood dream. From an early age I used to lie beneath my bed covers tuning, as Elvis Costello would say, the late night dial, listening to the hit parade through the static and whirring of the medium wave band. Once I’d been given my own record player and started spending my pocket money in Dave Parson’s Record Shop I would alternate between strumming along on the strings of a tennis racket in front of the mirror and introducing the singles to no one in particular. I wanted to be first and foremost a rock musician and secondly a radio DJ.

The wheel turned, the days flew from the calendar, the months grew into years and now, at last, on one evening every week I get to live the dream. Or at least one of the dreams. And you know what? I’ve discovered that actually presenting a radio show and just pretending so to do in the privacy of one’s bedroom is precisely the same thing. You sit in a room, on your own and say ‘this is Sweet and their latest hit single Blockbuster’, you turn up the volume, keep time with a pencil tapped lightly on your teeth until the record stops and then you repeat the process with Gary Glitter’s Do You Wanna Touch Me. Simple.

So I have a straightforward choice: do I cancel my radio show letting down an adoring public, possibly shattering the dreams of a small transistor wielding boy, gripping his equipment furtively beneath a malodorous duvet, thereby potentially robbing the nation of a future star of the wireless, or do I soldier on in the certain knowledge that no bugger will be listening anyway as there is a football match on the telly?

I fear this narrative train has now arrived at my Waterloo. It’s confession time folks. Here goes: I very nearly decided to miss the match and go to the radio station as normal, on the grounds of nothing more than a superstition that maybe if I did the fates would conspire against me and I would miss a famous victory. Me. Mr rational. Mr que sera, take it as it comes, what will be will be, there is no fate, no higher power and nothing I think or do will make a jot of difference to the success or failure of my team. That man attempted to appease the fates and alter the future. I must be losing my grip. After all if there were any potency in the kind of superstitious rituals indulged in by fans and players of both sides then both sides would win. Every time. Which is of course impossible.

Yet I allowed myself, for what I would like to describe as a fleeting moment but what was actually an embarrassingly long one, to toy with the idea that I might influence a football match taking place in London by not watching it in Midsomer Norton. Honestly, what is this madness? I wonder sometimes if I haven’t let this whole Arsenal thing go a little too far.

So, let me allow reason to return to its throne. Acting with logical common sense I should cancel my show and watch the match, right? Because it’s important that I watch it isn’t it? More important than fulfilling my childhood dreams. More important than honouring my responsibilities to the station and its listeners. After all imagine what might happen if I don’t watch! Oh bloody hell. I’m damned if I do and I’m damned if I don’t. It’s not as if it’s a cup final or anything is it? Nothing will be decided tonight whatever the result. If the very worst was to happen we’d still have a shot of getting into the Europa League with the chance of beating Spurs in the final, and wouldn’t that be fun?

In any event I decided long ago that I’d had enough of superstitious rituals. It was the day Arsène finally lost a match against our North London rivals, the same day I had dropped and smashed my ‘lucky’ Arsenal mug just before kick off. So now, in order to best influence the outcome of any given match I stick religiously to my principle of not indulging in any superstitions at all. It usually works, but sometimes doesn’t.

Whether I watch it or not tonight’s match is an intriguing encounter. There would have been enormous pressure and scrutiny on Arsenal regardless of the preceding results but having been on the receiving end of two shock score lines already the players know they are treading a treacherous path. Walking blindfold over one of those rope bridges strung high above a rock strewn canyon with several of the wooden slats removed springs readily to mind. One false step will be one too many. Can they get across to the other side? A win tonight would certainly get them a bit farther over. It would provide a much needed fillip for their confidence. Let’s face it we know they have the ability, it is self belief that must have taken a hammering after the earlier upsets. We should perhaps consider the words of the poet Tennyson who tells us

“men may rise on stepping-stones

Of their dead selves to higher things”

and I don’t think I could have phrased it any better myself. Quite a lad with the old quill and parchment, that Tennyson.

Looking at it positively if we triumph over Bayern and assume both Olympiacos  and the junkies of Zagreb fail to do so then we will have regained a little of the lost ground. We know we can beat them, we’ve done it before. We then need to exact our revenge on the other two and see what they can do against each other – let’s face it they can’t both win those games can they? The group could yet be tighter than many people think but it all starts tonight. I don’t want to consider defeat. It just doesn’t feel right to be contemplating disaster so early in the season. Especially not a season in which we have looked so good, the squad so strong. Of course if the worst should happen it will make no difference whatsoever to how I feel about the manager or the players, it will have been just a big dip in the ride and I know there will be plenty of dizzy highs still to come.

As ever all we can do is strap ourselves in and pray the engineers have tightened all the right bolts. This could yet prove to be one of the most exciting parts of the ride any of us have ever experienced. Will I be there to watch it? Or will I be sat on my own in a small room dropping the needle onto a spinning 45 and saying to, almost certainly myself, ‘that was 48 Crash by Suzi Quatro, now hold on tight to your belt buckles, here comes Mud with their big hit single, yes, it’s Tiger Feet’

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Arsenal and the Watford Vicarage Garden Party

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Good morning Positivistas far and near,

Grey and quiet at 9.00 on Sunday morning in Norfolk. Another week and those leaves will be down.

A formidably straightforward task this morning in reviewing an entirely straightforward away win at Vicarage Road. Like any sane Arsenal fan I travelled, in my mind’s eye admittedly, up the line to Watford through Metroland, with a degree of caution as to what might await against a home side whose first eight games in the PL this time have earned them respect and a few well won points. I anticipated a vigorous work out and a win by the odd goal. With the unexpected win by the red Mancs at Goodison my irritation edged up a notch before kick off.

Within three minutes my apprehension had been quelled as we took control of the ball, and the game, and the contest settled into the pattern that it would more or less follow for the next 90 minutes. We probed Watford, sharp movement and intelligent use of the ball, they defended in numbers and sensibly. They had their plan, which consisted of hanging on to the point they started with, and we had ours that consisted of depriving them of the pleasure. Commendably there was no rough stuff from the home side and only the occasional bit of deceitful theatre. Mr Jones I thought had pleasant afternoon with little to do.

We made a number of decent chances first half that on another day would have seen us go in 2 or 3 ahead at half time. One sticks in my mind but I shall name no names but he made up for it after half time. The others were a split second of timing off or a the ball a half a yard beyond an outstretched foot. Gomes did well, albeit with a bit of panicked scurrying.

Watford were not entirely supine and Deeney and Ighalo posed us some problems. Cech made his one save of the evening and Kosc and Hector had to tidy up but that was about that as far as I recall. Nothing wrong with Kosc’s hamstrings apparently. I am sure Watford are good enough to stay up but they really need to sign a world class striker etcetera etcetera

Oranges sucked Jones got us underway for the second half and I sensed a little more vim in our approach, an extra sharpness of movement, though that may have been wishful thinking on my part.

The hour bell rang and suddenly Watford’s roof fell in. What we had been threatening to do all afternoon we finally did, Alexis, Giroo and finally Aaron put away what were effectively three consecutive chances. Whether the home side had run out of energy at the hour I don’t know. There was an interesting remark by Redknapp (I think) who spotted Capoue had stopped running for our first goal, the will to resist he had managed thus far having apparently run out of his laceholes.

The remaining 20 minutes or so both sides went through the motions. Watford’s crowd did their best to keep the players spirits up, we had one eye on Tuesday. Ozil and Sanchez hooked, Olivier could have had a second but it was Gomes’ lucky day. The Ox looked a little frustrated, for his brief cameo, the boy was trying too hard I thought. Relax son, relax.

No injuries I heard of, Arsene may be weighing up Per’s experience against Gabriel’s speed for Tuesday. No doubt hindsight will determine the correctness of his choice.

So as we trudge back to Watford High Street with three points collected, we are back on to Citeh’s shoulder. “Thank you very much, enjoyed ourselves”. “Oh do come again” “We certainly shall”.

On a final point I was incredulous to read on the Arse.com report of the game the following;

“Until the hour mark this game looked like it could go either way.”

As a famous American football owner once said “WHAT are they smoking down there ? “