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Step Up Super Fans

Another Guest post from  @The_Beck_

 

There’s something special about this week, I’ve wanted to write about it all summer, yet when it came, I felt weirdly empty and lost for words. I’ve struggled to come to terms with what happened last week, even though I was probably one of the few who truly believed something like that or more would happen. I’m talking about our biggest record breaking signing, ever, Mesut Ozil.
See for me, I’ve long loved Ozil’s new manager, his name is Arsene Wenger, he’s the greatest manager Arsenal has had to this day and I doubt many will top his tenure. It’s a bit of a cliché to say that Ozil came at the best time, it is hard to say when that time is, but it certainly helped the club, the fans and the manager.
Yet when Ozil was announced, I wanted to go around and laugh at those who doubted it would happen, doubted Arsene, doubted Gazidis and Law (almost everybody), those who talked about them all summer like they have no place at the club, like your average Twitter user somehow knew more, your average Arsenal blogger had all the answers and all the right questions with it too.
But I didn’t do it, I had 100’s of Tweets favorited, 100’s of mates to text, Facebook friends who I’m sure would defriend me after a little online Ozil party. I just thought to myself, we’ve done it, this is great, this is great for our future and no one can take that away from us and all I want to do is celebrate.
All year I’ve defended players he’s defended, whenever I’ve gone to a game, I’ve never booed or abused a player, I’m always the first to defend a player who I believe has quality but is not finding form, the likes of Kos and Ramsey and even Gervinho. I also defend those who have never quite made it at our football club, even if secretly I think they are not a very good player (sort of like AW does).
People truly believe I act or think the way I do because I want to be some kind of super fan? They don’t think I want to look out for the club, its players, staff and fans?
95% of my thoughts are Arsenal and Politics and Sex and Love, the other 5% is just food.
I want the best for us; I want the best for the club, the fans and of course the world (a world where Arsenal is winning, until we’re sick of winning).
For me the best supporter, the best fan of the club is Arsene Wenger, he’s a model supporter, it’d be pretty difficult for me to be a better supporter than he is.
He looks after young players, nurtures them, makes them better, keeps faith in them after injuries, despite our fans wanting them sold, and even when they turn their back on him and leave (Robin), he still continues to do the same for other players (Ramsey/Diaby). The man embarrasses my level of support for my club.

I don’t want to be some kind of supporter police, telling people what they are wrong about, that they are carrying on ideas that do not match reality nor rational thought. It’s not my job either to look out for the club, its players, staff or fans, I am just one person, I have a few that think like me. But making sarcastic quips at people for what they think and why they think it, I do it because I love the club, I love the manager and I love a lot of the fans I interact with.
And I also do it because I see that people are adamant that they love the club, but they don’t show it, is it some kind of secret love where you only drink Peroni and shout at the t.v.? I don’t think that’s love, I think these people fell in love with a quick shag and didn’t realize who they really were and now constantly want them to change.  You can always tell how much someone loves something or a person, by how often they put themselves or their thoughts or their feelings before it, or before that person.  Love is not a competition, it is just love.
And just like I enjoy being friends with faithful lovers, I enjoy being friends with faithful Arsenal supporters, who stay true to their love.  I enjoy questioning things, questioning them until I get an answer that satisfies my rationale, my mind, I don’t enjoy condemning situations or people.  Of course, people do not like being told what to do or how to think, this is self-evident in many situations, they want to somehow get there themselves, or to think they got there themselves.
But this week, it changed something in me; it made me not want to tell people what to think or why they were wrong, I didn’t need to, perhaps I never did. Our manager did it for me in a way.  All year we’ve had people speculating about what Mr Wenger is like, that he would never spend, that he only seeks cheap solutions to expensive problems. That he’s done finding gems, that he’s a relative panic buyer and that he doesn’t have any plans anymore.
But every year he surprises, every year he answers critics, piece by piece the British media try to make him out to seem clueless, pundits, bloggers and the odd bloke at the pub, predicting his demise, predicting it’s his final season, when the likelihood is that he’d be signing a new contract (I’m certain he will) and finally have a fair crack at the title, that I don’t think he’s had since 2004 and we were invincible.
The worst part is, when he proves a certain group wrong, or when our club prove others wrong, they use it for fuel, not to apologise for their irrational conclusion, but to further insult, attack, misinform and panic others and like the sheep they are, they follow.
I wonder what Usmanov has up his sleeve now; it’s probably drenched in pharmaceutical sweat and oil.
This is not to say he doesn’t make mistakes (it’s obvious he makes them, every manager makes them), this is not to say he is the definition of perfection, I just believe, due to the evidence presented towards me, year after year, we are far better off with him, than without.
It was an emotional game (Spurs), Monday was an emotional day, but the man is paid to keep it under pressure and he does, he always does, he always keeps calm when others are panicking, you see it every match and every window, he has the edge, even if he doesn’t always get the targets he wanted.
I’d say every one needed to be reminded that he could still do that, that Arsenal could still do that, but if he hadn’t, for many, this would be their wish for him to leave.
But in a window, filled with misinformation and mistrust and greed, I am still forever impressed that they pulled it off. And even more impressed with the targets we’ve been after all summer and the targets we will be in January and next summer. We can be confident in our proceedings and our pursuits, we are a far attractive club with Ozil, but we were with Cazorla, as we were with Robin and Cesc and Henry and so on. We’ve always been an attractive club with a manager that romances players to sign contracts for us and he does it well.
The thing that annoyed me the most this week is this: Arsenal bought Ozil through the self-sustainable model.  No hand-outs, no billionaire showing off what he can do for the club, silent Stan was silent and he will continue to be as the value of our club rises, without his help, without anyone’s help but our own revenue.

But no one, no one talked about this, it wasn’t covered anywhere, it wasn’t celebrated in the news, it should be celebrated by us. They should be lauding us.

They lauded Dortmund all last year (for good reasons), who struggled to keep Gotze and look like they’d struggle to keep Lewandowski, let alone Reus and Gundogan (who we’ve been interested in for a while).
We’ve done something amazing and will continue to make amazing purchases at a time 2-3 of our in domestic rivals have more spending power than we do. We will catch up and we will do it without help or as I like to call it, cheating.
This is a fantastic achievement, both in business terms and in football terms. We should be proud, I hope most of you are.
I don’t think you can be a super supporter, I think if you are true to your club and its values, you will just enjoy being a supporter a lot more.
I love Arsenal so much more because of Arsene Wenger and I love Arsene Wenger so much more because of Arsenal.

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Buzzcocks, Windows and Tripod Dogs

Jess High Speed Turn

These are happy days for many Arsenal fans. Excellent to beat a Spurs side who are on the one hand unable to score from open play right now and on the other bulging with exciting new talent thanks to the money they extorted from Real Madrid. Excellent to win back the Emirates crowd with a gutsy performance and of course excellent to have secured champions league football. Again. And since Monday night it seems happiness rains down from heaven’s limpid pools to refresh the parts other celestial downpours cannot reach. Even Arsene’s fiercest critics are forced to raise one eyebrow and sip their drinks in a thoughtful manner following his coup at the fag end of the worst and most hateful transfer window in living memory.

Everybody’s happy nowadays.

Except a few wet blankets of course. Those who wish our team to fail and transfers not to arrive in the belief that the board will be backed into a corner and jettison the hottest property in football management anywhere in the world today. Actually it isn’t only the masochistic self harming hate mob who find themselves conflicted right now. I am a bit of a conflicted wet blanket myself. Maybe bemused is more the word. Cards on the table upfront: I have been an admirer of bey Özil since the world cup of a few years back. Having given up on international football as a tedious waste of time where our players get injured for a cause in which I no longer believed and despising nationalism in all it’s petty small minded nastiness, I found myself able to watch the young and talented German national team in a whole new light. I confess I liked what I saw. I admired especially the close control and audacious inventive speed of thought and movement of the boy from Gelsenkirchen. I remember one breathtaking piece of skill caused me to turn to a friend and say “I haven’t seen that kind of thing since Bergkamp played for Arsenal” and I allowed myself a brief frisson of pleasure as I imagined the likes of Özil, Podolski and the elegant Mertesacker gracing the red and white. Then I shook my head clear of the thought knowing that such talent was these days merely cherries picked from the football tree by a few über rich sides to amuse their sugar daddies. I dared not dream that our great club, mired as it was in economic recession and paying for the daunting optimism of the Emirates Stadium, could ever hope to afford them and their genius.

Well. Here we are.

So why am I conflicted? Perhaps conflicted is too strong a word. I am of course delighted when our squad is enriched by great players be they purchased at either huge or minimal expense or when they have grown up at the club, nurtured from boyhood to blossom on the stage before us. Concerned is perhaps a better word. My delight and excitement are tempered with concern. Concern mainly at the way in which many people are reacting to the news. When they happily share links to news stories, the essential thrust of which is that at long, long last Arsene has spent some money can they not see that these hacks are using our record signing as an opportunity to continue perpetuating a myth, to simply beat our manager with the same stick they’ve used for years? When people say that now things will start to happen, now the dark days are behind us, they are simply hammering another false brick into the wall of denial that the haters and the media have been building around the very real achievements of the last decade. Above all I have an instinctive fear of too much hype, too many raised expectations and the idiotic adherence to the belief that the transfer fairy sprinkles her magic dust and the whole world is suddenly made of champagne and chocolate for ever and ever.

What will these people say or do if (Dennis forbid) the young man gets injured? Presumably they have failed to notice the stories of Van Persie, Rosicky and Diaby. Enormous talents who lost their best years on the treatment table. Hey – I hope he won’t and I know we should never assume he will. It’s like my three legged dog. When she lost her front leg I was too scared to walk her. My wife told me I had to. Dogs need to walk, they like to walk, it’s bad for them not to. But what if she hurts the remaining front leg? She’ll never walk again. Happily wise counsel prevailed and I do walk her and she runs and has a full life and of course my wife was right you cannot live in fear of bad shit happening or you might just as well give up on the whole boiling and hide under the covers. So I’m not doing the three legged dog thing where our new boy is concerned, not at all. He must play and face down the injury Goddess just like every other player. My point is that some people’s over reaction to his signing makes him sound like Jesus, Moses, Allah and Bill Hicks all rolled into one. They now seem to follow the original one man team and I fear for their sanity if anything happens to him. Football is a group endeavour and it is the whole squad will win us things and not one man.

You all know by now how I hate the ridiculous media circus that is the transfer window. I hate it because it causes a spate of crystal ball gazing and soothsaying and I can’t bear all that psychic fortune telling bullshit. If we sign player X then we will win trophy Y. That is the mathematics we are faced with and it sucks. The tedious, mundane truth is very few transfers tell us of their worth until an age after the ink dries on the contract and the journalists’ crisp and crinkly Kleenex has long since been flushed away. We can sign one of the world’s most significant players as we did with Andre Arshavin, he can look like the missing piece of the jigsaw for a while and then inexplicably fade away to a quiet, sad, ignominious exit from the club. Or we can sign an unknown centre back from the lower divisions of French football and he can, in a few seasons, effloresce into one of the best defenders on the planet. Or we can take a very good, solid player like Mikel Arteta from Everton and turn him into a maestro, the country’s leading midfielder by any measure. The future is unknown and I loathe people who claim to be able to see it.

Here’s why. Oh and by the way here’s also why I am emphatically not being a killjoy about this wonderful player coming to play for us. The greatest excitement, the most pleasure you can hope to derive as a football fan when a player is signed or breaks through from the youth or reserve teams is this. It’s the journey we travel with them as their careers unfold. It’s seeing hints of what might be and then being wholly surprised when something else happens. It’s wondering if they’ll ever be good enough only to be confounded by them suddenly playing to their potential because they are teamed up with the perfect on field partner. Or it’s agonising with them after a bad injury and willing them to prove their detractors wrong then being moved to tears as they burst through mental and physical barriers to realise their true potential. I don’t want to be told how this player or that signing will affect my club any more than I want you to tell me what will happen in the last episode of Breaking Bad or who is going to die in the Christmas Eastenders. I want to enjoy it as it actually happens. Also I want our new boys to come to the club and be given time to adapt to their new surroundings, their new team mates, and not to suffer the boo boys when the media inevitably tell them that the wunderkind is a flop. Which they will. They will build him up based purely on his price tag and then try to demolish him. Don’t believe me? They did it with the greatest of them all. They told us Bergkamp was a failure after a few games so don’t believe they won’t do it with our new number 11.

So I say rub your hands together with anticipation at the prospect of a truly skilled and proven talent adding yet more mouthwatering ability to our already great squad. Look forward to his début, his first assist, the first piece of trickery to bring a simultaneous gasp from 60,000 throats but for God’s sake give the boy time and enjoy the journey with him, don’t be in too much of a rush to get to the end. Hopefully we will have many years together to admire the scenery and maybe, just maybe he can become one of the greats. I for one am more than happy to wait and see.

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Talking Through the Arse – Episode 2

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Mesut Ozil, Super Deal

Today its a guest post from Sensational Arsenal,take it away young man

I found this comment by one Seamy82 on a sports website. I think he/she speaks for every Arsenal fan in saying:
“I would like to send out a big thank you to Tottenham Hotspur FC. Without you selling Bale to Real Madrid for such an astronomical fee, we wouldn’t have been able to sign the 3rd best player in the world. From the bottom of my heart, thank you.”

When I watched the World Cup in 2010, Germany was the team that played the best football. When I saw Ozil play against England, I genuinely only thought: “Arsenal player”; nothing else. I thought that Wenger would go for him in that summer, but was surprised to see him end up at Madrid. His world cup performance made people notice and there was no way we could have gone on a bidding war with Madrid. Even if we did, they would have gazumped us in his salary.

The reason Ozil is now an Arsenal player (Huge buzz just to type that up!!!) is due to careful monitoring of his situation all summer (to a small extent Arsenal would have kept tabs for the past three years), waiting for the opportunity and moving decisively when it presented itself. Credit must be given to Wenger, Gazidis and the team around them.

It is being said that we did our transfer very late. Yeah, how could Arsenal do it so late? Bale went to Madrid on the first day of the transfer window, Madrid kept offering us Ozil, but Arsene Wenger, being the stubborn fool he is, said: “No. I am going to be a petulant child (like how my fellow Arsenal supporters are with the club) and sign Ozil only on the last day of the Window”.

During the summer window, as I scoured the internet for some nice articles and comments to sit back and read about Arsenal, I consistently saw a type of comment “genre” that goes along the lines of: “If we spend X amount of money it will send a statement of intent.” Then as matches started going on, things started getting desperate. “If we sign some 30 million pound players and play them in the match, it will send a statement of intent” So we just chuck a player into the team? Then as it became obvious that there wasn’t a 30 million pound player on the team sheet against Tottenham, things started getting ridiculous: “If we sign a 30 million pound player and he is in the stands watching the match, it will send a statement of intent.”

What the fuck is this statement of intent? You dont buy a special player just to send a message to everyone else: “Hi. By buying this player, I would like to formally state my intent to win the premier league. I would like this to be noted by all the rivals and I fully expect them to duly hand over the premier league trophy now”.

Isn’t the main point of buying a player to strengthen the team? In this case, we added mouth watering attacking quality. Everything else is a knock on effect. This is a special player snapped at a special time and credit must be given to Arsene. Apparently PSG offered more money, but Arsene was the deciding factor.

More than arm chair managers and keyboard critics, more than ex-players looking for cash, players are the ones that can tell us about the manager:

“It is easy [to choose Arsenal], it is one of the best clubs in the world. It is a club with a fantastic story, with a boss who is one of the best in Europe and for me it is a dream. It is special.” –  Emiliano Viviano

“I had spoken to the manager at length on the telephone and he explained his plans and that he has faith in me and that is what I need as a player. ” – Mesut Ozil

“I am very happy for Mesut that he has joined such a great club…… an outstanding traditional club with a great coach who can deal well with young people.” – Germany general manager Oliver Bierhoff

“For me the boss will always be Arsene – always great for me and I know what he has done for the club” – Thierry Henry

Meanwhile, the Arsenal “Supporters” Trust, knowing that timing is everything, released the following statement:

“We welcome the statement of intent Arsenal have made with the signing of a world-class player like Mesut Ozil. It is a transformational signing for the club in terms of both transfer fee and wages paid. It is, however, frustrating that once again a window has closed with over £50m left unspent. The AST would like to see all available resources put toward strengthening the team.

This summer’s transfer window has also reinforced the AST’s view that the club need to overhaul their boardroom and football management infrastructure so they have the very best set-up to maximize the way in which the modern-day transfer window now operates.”

If you cannot be happy after owning the spurs’ ass on sunday and signing a super star – made for arsenal – player on Monday, then man you are fucked up.

Can the real supporters get together and release a statement disowning the AST and say that they have nothing to do with the real opinion of Arsenal fans?

When I posted this as a comment, it was heartening to see the unanimous responses here, deriding the AST statement.

Ozil, you were made for Arsenal. You will play some amazing football with some of the best players on the planet. You will be guided by one of the wisest and beautiful football playing coaches in the world. You will recognise fellow creative souls in Cazorla and Rosicky (push him out of your fantasy lineup at your peril). You will be served well by the fantastic players in front of you and behind you. We believe you will serve them well. You will love playing in this team. Welcome to the home of football. Welcome to Arsenal. Welcome home Ozil.

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Fantastic.

What did that one-nil result tell us?

Well excuse me for saying this, but it told some of us nothing we didn’t already know. But let’s have a think what it should have told the malcontents.

For starters, despite Spurs spending north of £100 million, and us having a paper thin squad ravaged by injuries, we are a better team.

I felt that we were way below our fluent best and that Santi and Rosicky, despite their efforts, had off-days. With more precisely weighted balls from them, we could have scored a bucket-full. Dont get me wrong, I am not moaning about them, or saying they were bad, just that from our two most technically gifted players, we normally see better.

The upside, which totally outweighs any small downside, is that we had a shape and a tenacity that tells me that the manager is 100% right about this group of players. I would go as far as saying that it’s the most tightly knit squad we have seen under Arsene.

Our dodgy defence is anything but dodgy, no matter what the halfwits in the media say. I still think Bac is by far and away our number one right-back, but Carl is a fine understudy.

Laurent and Per are easily the best centre-back pair in the league.

Even at this early stage. I am confident that Flamini is exactly what we have been crying out for. Not only as cover for Mikel but an actual alternative.

Now, what’s all this rubbish about Arsene not doing tactics? Those looked like different tactics to our normal stuff to me!

I really can’t say how happy I am that Arsene has once again made mugs out of his detractors. When will they learn?

Let’s see what today brings and  where we are tomorrow.

Great team, great players, great manager, great club and a great future.

See you all tomorrow.

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1984

bin bag

Sorry to interrupt your Sunday morning with talk of a football match but there is one scheduled to kick off this afternoon and some of us used to consider it a fairly important occasion. I presume that in  a few  years when my generation are pushing up the daisies there’ll be no one left to care at all about matches played during the Transfer Window. It must be a terrible bore and unnecessary distraction for those of you who see this as the penultimate day in the single most crucial and exciting time of the season. I suppose you’ll have January to look forward to but the January window is really Europa league to the summer one isn’t it? This is the big one coming to a close right now and I must say it seems to have been a real humdinger with Spurs looking like runaway winners. There used, once upon a time to be an exciting rivalry  between our two clubs back in the day where performances and results on the pitch were considered more important than following the activities of agents, ‘In The Know’ fans and sports journalists. Some of us actually enjoyed those days. For one thing our side generally came out on top whereas now we have to hide our Arsenal scarves in shame and just hope that the board and manager will commit mass hara-kiri in order to spare us the embarrassment of languishing at the bottom of the table yet again.

I remember so well when Queens Park Rangers thrashed us last season buying so many players and spending so much money, replacing managers with a breathtaking aplomb that quite simply dazzled us poor Arsenal fans. I even considered giving up on the years I’ve wasted following Arsenal and buying a hooped blue and white shirt, this time I might start supporting Spurs.

Twitter and football blogs have really taken the thrill  of following the fortunes of a Premier League team to new heights haven’t they? I was reminded of this just yesterday. In a quaint flashback to the pre internet days I bumped into an old acquaintance whilst we pushed our respective wives around the supermarket laden down with essential supplies. As the trolleys, or carts if you prefer, chatted about this and that, he asked if I was looking forward to the match tomorrow. He is a Tottenham fan and I’m all Arsenal so you might have imagined he’d be more than a little smug about their imminent victory in The Window. Curiously though it seemed that we preferred to chat about today’s match and how much we were both looking forward to it. He acknowledged our historical supremacy and I pointed out their relative improvement in recent times and in due course after receiving the laser beams from our partners we parted with mutual bad wishes for each others teams and their respective prospects. It was like a scene from pre-history, a land that time has forgotten. Real people discussing actual football with a healthy rivalry and a shared and genuine love of the game.

Then I returned home and turned on my computer. Oh boy was I brought back to earth with a bang. I quickly realised how silly I was to simply look forward to a physical on pitch encounter with our oldest rivals. To be wondering if the unpredictable and shattering number of first team injuries we have suffered would cost us dear should our substitutes be needed and whether the opposition might struggle to accommodate so many new faces and miss their talismanic simian mascot. These were surely the deluded fantasies of a crazy person. For here on the internet the true meaning of football was being played out.

People were falling over themselves to outdo each other describing how nervous they were as the Deadline Day approached. Others were comparing how they coped with the righteous anger they felt towards the club which has so badly betrayed their trust and support. Many saw no reason to even try to cope with these overwhelming emotions and just lashed out at the manager, the board and any fan letting the side down by not expressing his indignation in the most bald and unambiguous terms. I couldn’t decide whether I felt let down, betrayed, lied to, disappointed, outraged or sickened. I panicked that I might choose the wrong emotion and be thought less of by my fellow fans. I realised how utterly silly I would sound if I dared to voice my private opinion that the depth in our squad was there for all to see. If we could field such a strong side against Fenerbache and comprehensively destroy them despite missing Thomas Vermaelen, Abou Diaby, Lukas Podolski, Alex Oxelaide Chamberlain and the division’s outstanding midfielder by any measurement Mikel Arteta then surely we couldn’t be so badly placed. Could we? As I say, luckily I came to my senses and refrained from pointing out that this weak and obviously failing squad had now lost a grand total of one match in the last sixth months. I realised that the days when such trivialities mattered had slipped into history along with bear baiting and Penny Black stamps. These distracting irrelevancies might interest drooling old men like me, senile and out of touch but in the real exciting world of The Window all that mattered is the number of signings, the amount they cost, which players journalists want fans to talk about and how appalling and inept our hapless management is, its inadequacies laid bare by their inactivity.

The latest body blow to those of us unfortunate enough to follow such a feeble, backward and useless club as Arsenal is the signing of Mathieu Flamini. In a move now universally recognised as a deliberate and personal insult to every single fan in the world, made by a board that is at once out of touch and simultaneously devious and spiteful, they captured a player who failed to meet any of the criteria for a Window winning signing. Not only is he not an internationally renowned player with a Name but, and I can barely bring myself to type this, he didn’t cost anything. OK so he has bags of top level experience and once upon a time not costing anything would be a reason to celebrate the canny business minds at any club, and he knows the manager and his system perfectly, he can play well in multiple positions including those where injuries have left us needing experienced cover and he’s been training with us for a while now so knows the other players. Granted he made up a quarter of our most talented midfield of recent seasons and played right through to the European Cup final but all these mean nothing. His suitability, the precise way he fills a need , the fact that he didn’t cost us an obscene amount of money are all just sidetracking, bushwhacking baloney designed to distract from the fact that his signing means the club hate you and your family and would like to see you all drown in a vat of acid and piss.

Luckily enough everyone on Twitter put me straight and prevented me from looking forward to today’s match. I’m sincerely grateful to you all, everyone who has played their part in helping this poor deluded old man to see what really matters in the modern game. Regardless of the result or the final placings come next May, Tottenham have already beaten us, and were relegation from the Window possible we’d be going down and deservedly so.

Dark days to follow the Arsenal. I just hope the close season goes well between Tuesday and the January tournament and we come back stronger and ready to spend some money, faster, earlier and above all more and on the right names.

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Away the Boys.

The away fans are winning two-one against the miserable home support.

That’s two away games in which we have been dominant and played with everything that we want to see from our Arsenal.

Pace, fluency, penetration and creativity.

It was an outstanding performance. One that should have shut the Media up,  and malcontents alike. But will it? I doubt it very much.

I honestly believe that, if the home support were like the away fans multiplied by ten, the home of football would see the team perform at much higher levels.

It just seems to me that we are stuck in second gear at home,with the hand break welded on.

Against Fulham, some of the interchanges and close control were staggering. Not a hint of panic or fear – unlike at home where every perceived error is met with a collective sigh, if not an audible groan.

Even from my customary position of sitting in a hunched up in a little ball, looking out from between my fingers , I could see we were never anything other than totally dominant.

We saw what a fit Podolski adds to the team, when he starts.

The Goalkeeper once again reminded us that he could become or first choice for the next fifteen years.

Aaron showed that all the doubters are no more than pathetic halfwits that lack any modicum of football knowledge.

It looks to me like the fabled “double-pivot”, has morphed into a triple-pivot. Our midfield was ruthlessly efficient, both going forward and in reverse.

Fortunately, the will of the home support to win the NLD should override their will moan and actively work against the team next week.

When I say “moan and actively work against the team”, I mean just that. If Gooners cant see that the toxic atmosphere around the ground is poisoning the team and working against the club, it can only be because they are too stupid to do so.

Great result, great team, great manager great club. End of.

Come on you mighty Reds.

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What Reason weaves, by Passion is undone.

“The pendulum of the mind oscillates between sense and nonsense, not between right and wrong.”
― C.G. Jung

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“Walcott with his pace is a threat, Giroud is getting better and better. The midfield, you can’t figure out who is the defensive midfielder and who is the offensive midfielder because they rotate all the time. I think they’ve got one of the best midfield-threes in the country. They’ve got very talented players, as you saw against Fenerbahce because that was probably one of the best results this year until now.”

Obviously the deluded ramblings of a crazy Arsène Wenger fan who needs to wake up and realise he supports Arsenal and not Arsène. That’s right mate whoever you are, you should support the abstract notion of your team and not the manager. Certainly not many of the players and never anyone on the board , medical staff or anyone in any administrative role whether or not  you know who they are or what they do. It’s simple isn’t it?

Actually those quotes are from the Fulham manager as he anticipates our visit this lunchtime. His words will be written off as playing down his teams chances , putting pressure on the opposition, mind games or whatever. There is of course a more simple interpretation. The man was talking the plain, unvarnished and manifestly unarguable truth.
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Martin Jol entirely failed to get under my skin as the fifty eighth Spurs manager since Arsène began his reign of North London. Or was it fifty ninth? In any event while I know some of you couldn’t stand him I found him a mildly avuncular and unintentionally unchallenging figure. I certainly hope he can try to recapture his form as Spurs manager where he failed to gain a single victory against us in nine meetings. His  approach since becoming Fulham boss has been rather more irritating ; one win two draws and one defeat. Still signing Scotty Pigeon Parker is definitely a step in the right direction and for that he is to be pitied rather than censured. Many similarly uninspired managers have made the self same error in judgement.

What of our brave boys? Returning in triumph from Istanbul must have given them a  well needed shot in the arm after the ‘special circumstances’ surrounding their defeat at the hands of Anthony Taylor. For once immense good fortune attended us. The player chosen by the Gods to be carried on a stretcher bleeding from the pitch this time around happened to be the one who, thanks to the bizarre and possibly drunken refereeing performance last weekend, is suspended and would miss today’s match anyway. Sometimes we really earn the ‘Lucky Arsenal’ tag don’t we?

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Talking of ridiculous superstitions I was whiling away a lonely Friday evening in the bollocking shed after some domestic transgression or other and happened upon a season review of our momentous 1988/89 campaign. While we all recall the climactic conclusion at Anfield (and none more so than Mel who you may or may not know wrote a brief account of the evening. He has just sold the film rights to Disney and is in discussions with Amazon for a Kindle book deal believed to be worth 8p a copy for each and every download. Minus his agents fees) how many of you can with any clarity remember the opening to that particular season? If you remember it with same blinding clarity as that with which you remember just where you were when Kennedy killed Diana or when you first read Mel’s piece on Arsenal.com then skip the following lines and restart your morning reading at word 1, line 1, para 8. If not then pay attention as I dazzle you with a little Arsenal history.

We opened our home account that fateful season by hosting Aston Villa who wore some unlikely colour instead of their classic claret and blue. And we got tonked. Guess by how many? Yep. 1 – 3. Ring any bells? If that little rigging of the laws of chance and coincidence by whichever deity is responsible for such things wasn’t enough then how about this. The  first North London Derby was played at some horrible, dingy little place down some lane somewhere and came very early in the fixture list that year. In fact it was the third game of the season. Sound familiar? Spurs were touted as pretty hot stuff at that particular time in their history mainly because they’d splashed the cash and bought some fancy new players including one Paul Gascoine. Their superstar arrivistes even scored against us. After losing his boot, but that needn’t concern you and I. The salient point is that they went on to lose. Steller name signings or not, we beat them like we usually do.

One more landmark on my sojourn down memories leafy byway. You all know we went on to win the title don’t you? If not ask Mel, he has a fund of fascinating anecdotes and isn’t shy about sharing them. Actually what am I saying? If not, then what the hell? Have you literally just been born? No matter. We won the league despite the start I’ve just mentioned and despite the following startling statistic. We didn’t win a home league game until Saturday October the twenty second when we scraped past QPR 2 – 1. Can you begin to imagine – do you even want to – the kind of collective brain hernia that on-line (and sadly some in stadium) Arsenal fans would suffer if the coincidence Goddess referred to earlier decided to repeat that little gem?

And yet we went on to win the league.

You need to have some grasp of history if you want to hold an informed view on the possible outcomes of any situation in this life. We none of us have a crystal ball. We might think we’ll beat Fulham with ease today we might think that if we lose against them then the season is already over. We might think aliens made the pretty patterns in the farmer’s wheat field rather than the students that usually do it, but these are just ideas, possibilities based on wishes and fears. History, the real deal, the facts about what has gone before shows us that seasons are not won nor lost in the first few games. Great teams are often built over a long period and after or during times of adversity. Oh and Arsène Wenger is an exceptional manager with a winning mentality who has achieved feats to boggle the mind and which are so stratospheric they may never be equalled.

Facts. Proven by history.

But hey, we’re all football fans aren’t we? Since when did all that matter to us?  I know that my reason, logic and usual commendable good sense goes out the window the moment the first whistle is blown. No one can tell me that dropping and breaking my lucky Arsenal mug on the morning of the day that the Tiny Totts finally beat an Arsène Wenger team wasn’t 100% responsible for the result. No one. I won’t tweet about how well the defence is playing because I know we’ll concede before I finish typing or at the very least just as I hit send. My wife tells me I try to kick the ball at least fifty times a game despite sitting in my living room in Somerset. No matter how often she points out the inevitable failure of this policy it is one to which I am firmly wedded.

What I’m trying to say is we all are prey to superstitions, hopes, fears, poor logic and wild flights of fancy. It is because we are placing our future happiness in the hands of events we cannot control and upon which only the lucky few in the stadium can bring any influence to bear. But we are also intelligent, sentient carbon based life forms. Once the 90 minutes is over and our shredded emotions begin to approach normalcy we must be capable of allowing our rational minds to regain control of the tiller or we are in danger of running aground on the same jagged rocks that have torn the bellies of the ships of those deluded souls who think one or two poor results means the great project, the second coming of Arsenal Football Club should be scrapped after so much hard work, so much joy and heartache has gone into it.

So I shall be all calm reason and rationality up until lunchtime today. Then and only then will I put my lucky socks on and start chewing the coffee table. I trust you all will be similarly engaged.

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Talking Through The Arse Episode 1

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Eight Years of Failure ?

It is Xmas 2011 and I am fighting a losing battle. The turkey has been eaten, and I am discussing “The Arsenal” with my brother. I am in full flow, but he suddenly propels himself forward, his face going red, almost falling out of his armchair, jabbing a finger in my direction “BUT.. BUT…after the stadium move they should have SPENT, SPENT and SPENT. They should have got a replacement for Vieira, a replacement for Campbell, not signed THAT clown of a goalkeeper”…. “And as for your comments about us not being able to compete with City and Chelsea.. well.. this is ARSENAL FOOTBALL CLUB! we’ve been one of the best clubs in this country for over a 100 years.”. The conversation is suddenly like ships in the night.
My brother is 12 years older than me, he grew up in North London in the late 1960s, where we lived near the Caledonian Road, near the Copenhagen Arms (a pub now shut down), in N7. I grew up in Hertfordshire.  That doesn’t account for our differences, but it occurs to me that his pride was not misplaced. We are a big club, we have class, we conduct our affairs with dignity and we have a history of winning trophies, and we have been massively consistent, 95 seasons in the top flight, promoted from the old second division in 1919, and never looked back.
Still, I am puzzled by his anger. He is a sibling, and I believed he would be more like minded . We don’t speak that often, but his views surprise me nevertheless. They are straight out of Le Grove, whose author is younger, and attract a younger crowd. I try to reconcile these views with my own early pre Wenger history with Arsenal, watching the 3 cup FA Cup finals  1978, 1979, 1980, the George Graham era, very successful  from 1987 to 1994. For the 1980 to 1986 period, I am too young, and did not follow Arsenal  with the kind of obsessiveness that we probably all do now,  to notice any discontent, although I do recall the trophy win in the league cup in 1987 that punctuated an end to a trophyless period, and was welcomed.
Is this a revisionist view of history then? Was Arsenal so successful before that the current period is  unacceptable? The data does not suggest it. It would be easy for me to trot out statistics to cover several barrenless periods in our history where no trophy was forthcoming. Using the numbers alone, the argument is overwhelming. Like arguing that a 10 to 15 year period of hot summers does not make for global warming in the context of the earth’s history of climate, it is very easy to argue that our current form fits a model of trophy success that comes in cycles. We are currently in the unsuccessful, trophyless period.
But presenting that argument today is not easy. One is accused of sophistry and trying to pull the wool over peoples eyes. It is not about what we did or didn’t do from 1980-1986, or in the 1950s. It is about what we do now, and what we are now. My brother’s pride, quite rightly, is reflected in the opinion’s of a lot of Arsenal fans, who, I have to admit, like myself, cannot stomach failure.  I am as gutted as the next supporter to see the chavs put 4 past us, or see the overwhelming ease at which we have been beaten by the mancs in recent years. Gutted and devastated. Always in a latent bad mood after the game. Pondering the reasons for defeat.  Going into media lockdown, afraid to listen to the radio, ignoring the sports pages, going offline. Outraged at criticism.
Of course, some fans reactions manifest themselves in other ways. As well as some of the above, they will direct that criticism and anger at the club, particularly at Wenger, some at Gazidis and the board. Before Gazidis, it was Edelman. The groundswell of that discontent has it’s origins mainly from 2005, although some with sharper memories  than myself may go back beyond that, and tell us of other periods in history.  What has caused this dissatisfaction? Is it discontent stemming from seeing an Arsenal that is radically different, and  more successful, placed in a wider historical context ? Or is it discontent when compared with the GG era ? Or, simply, just discontent from observing the failure to win a trophy whilst our west london neighbours and other enemies are enjoying success? It would be easy for me to dismiss all of these reasons and state that the Wenger period from 1997-2004 as the reason for all of this. 3 premiership wins and 5 2nd places, 4 FA Cups, 1 final of  the UEFA cup and 1 final of the CL, fueling expectations which have not been exceeded since.
But it is not enough for a lot of fans to say that just because we enjoyed a successful 8 year period, that we should accept the bad times as well. It is not enough for a lot of fans, to tell them about cycles, and troughs, and periods of our history where we did very little, and ground out boring 0-0 draws, where our ex manager took a bung. It is not enough to recall the 1950s, as a lot of us were probably dead then (older fans excepted), and who cares? The time is now, and after I wake up to an 8-2 stuffing by that insufferable manc club, I want too, to be dead.
So where do we go from here? Is criticism of the club actually due? A lot of people we say it is. Whether we like it or not, as positive fans, a lot of the criticism is heartfelt and not malicious, just the other side of wanting the club to do well.  Of course, a lot of it is hysterical, ignorant and bonkers. Some of it is personally opportunistic. Take Stewart Robson for example. I assume most gooners are united in thinking the guy is a bitter buffoon, rightly sacked for mouthing off on Arsenal TV. But dismissing all criticism out of hand is dangerous, because it fosters accusations of AKB and “blind support”, and offends many fans who have an emotional attachment to the club, and don’t want to see what they see as valid concerns, dismissed for being inconsequential.
The obvious criticisms are of course, the lack of trophies from 2005-2013. Arsene Wenger himself , for a multitude of sins, including intransigence, omnipotence, tactical naivety, indecisiveness and stubbornness.  The greed and incompetence of the board, who are  too old, consisting of 4 directors who over 70 and not welcome to new ideas, lacking in strategic direction. The incompetence of the club management who are accused of unprofessionalism and a shambolic  failure in securing transfers so far this summer, and operate in the shadow ofWenger, who has total control, with Gazidis having to tread carefully in the domain of football matters that directors of football in Europe and increasingly in the UK have control over.
The most significant event in the last 8 years, was the the stadium move, which was supposed to be the catalyst for more success. The argument was, and still is, that it was a necessary move to gain more revenue, to enable to us to compete financially with the big boys.  In some quarters the stadium move is viewed with regret. Nostalgic preference for Highbury is murmured, but more worrying is the view that we have been hamstrung by it’s debt, and the ironic financial consequence of less money being available for transfers. For me  the stadium is the elephant in the room, not because I don’t believe it was necessary, but because of the PR coming out of the club for a number of years following the move. I believe that many of the criticisms stem from the expectation level set by the stadium move. It is very difficult to defend the accusation that if we made the stadium move in order to compete,  we should have been competing within an 8 year period. Part of the problem is no timetable has ever been set following the stadium move for success. Nobody can look into a crystal ball.
Wouldn’t it have been better for the club to say – “Period of austerity ahead. Not much money. Have faith in the manager.”. They may have said that privately to people, I don’t know.  They may have even said that publically at the time, but I didn’t hear it. The defence, naturally, is to say that if you do put a message out like that, you are admitting defeat, players won’t come to the club, the fan-base will dwindle, you have admitted you can’t compete. Wenger though, at the start of every season since 2005, is always confident, infuriating the hordes who see him as being totally delusional, saying – “We have the squad to compete”. Even  the most red tinted AKB, looks at this statement, and thinks, surely he most know our chances of success with the limited funds available, are slim? But perhaps Wenger’s comments are pure professionalism. You don’t tell the world that your squad is short, no matter what. What message does that send out? Hey guys, our squad is shit, and we’ve got no chance. Can you imagine the headlines? “Wenger admits failure”. He would be roasted in the press. He does not have the luxury  of Pellegrini and Mourinho as they can go out and spend £100 million each pre-season and light a fat cigar. So his loyalty in this context surely has to be praised as he has never uttered any public criticism of the board, nor complains about the resources at his disposal.
So what of the first criticism? No trophies in the last 8 years. There is no getting out of this one. This is a humiliating statement which is incremented by a year, each year. If you are an all or nothing person, then this is just flat out failure. A disaster. You cannot defend the indefensible.  The press wield this like a big stick, “no trophy for 8 years”, “8 years without a trophy”. It makes my stomach churn, but not mainly for the reason that I am actually pissed off with not winning a trophy for 8 years, but more because the statement belies some of the good football we have played in the last 8 years, not least, in the champions league when we reached the final. But then, there have been some atrocious and shocking defeats as well. I am reminded of defeats to Blackburn and Bradford last season. The 2010 Birmingham defeat in the league cup. Some of the capitulations to the Mancs and Chavs in recent years.  The title capitulation in 2008. The cruel quarter final CL defeat to Liverpool in 2008, where we were 5 minutes away from going through, after the goal from lazy, but embarrassingly surrender after 2 late goals, although there was penalty controversy over those 2 legs. On a positive note, the away wins against Bayern Munich, AC Milan and Real Madrid. The home win against Barcelona, who were the best team in the world. There has been some scintillating football as well through that period.
As a result of this period the consensus amongst critics  is that we are too soft. After the loss of Vieira, we don’t have an enforcer. We are brittle, too easy to kick and too nice.  We try to walk the ball into  the net. We play beautiful football, but it is not ugly enough, lacks defensive shape. More worryingly, we lack winners. I hear these accusations  always with the face of a man who has swallowed a wasp. It is as if the criticism is directed at me personally. Is this true? Are we a bunch of serial losers with no grit and determination? Is this really my football club? With the weight of evidence, it is difficult to counter these accusations without being branded delusional. I believe that certain defeats were indefensible. The Birmingham 2010 cup defeat being one. We had the better team, and after all, this was a team that was relegated. I cannot explain the defeat. I have no answer. The league capitulation in 2008? There are some answers there, the Eduardo leg break, other player injuries. Ditto 2010. Appalling injuries which have baffled us all, for we’ve never really got to the bottom of them. The expectation at least, and it cannot be denied, is that we should won at least a single trophy in the last 8 years. If Swansea, for example, can do it, then so should we. I believe the heavier defeats to stronger teams were more forgivable, because of their resources. Losing 4-1 to a team that cost over £300 million to assemble, for example, in the Chelsea home defeat in May 2009, is explicable, but no less palatable for us.
What of the criticisms about our style? We are too brittle etc? I think that this is something that we have improved in the last couple of years. But the context of this criticism for me is that when we had Vieira, Petit, Adams and co, we could not be pushed around. On other hand, and I’m going on the defensive here, what was our champions league record between 1996 and 2004? I cannot recall reaching the semi-finals during this period, and I seem to remember being soundly beaten  by technically superior teams, including Barcelona, during this period. We had all the muscle in the world, but our champions league record, perversely, in the 1st 8 years of Wenger’s tenure, is not as good as the 2nd 8 years. This may explain why Wenger started to sign and acquire, smaller, technical, ball playing players  – Hleb, Reyes, Rosicky, Denilson, Fabregas, Eduardo. But whilst these players may have been better equipped to handle the passing game in the champions league, they suffered in the premiership against teams prepared to put the boot in. My own view is that there are two mitigating factors to explain why we haven’t been as successful in the premiership during the last 8 years. Bedevilment with injuries is one of them; the best years of Van Persie, Diaby and Rosicky wasted. Constant injuries to other players. The 2nd is the wealth of resources of City and Chelsea. It may be bitter of me to say it, but without their money, we would have won at least 1 premiership and FA Cup during this period.
Of course, the concern is that the mitigating factors that I have put are just excuses. And in some camps, that Wenger is to blame for all of this. He decides the players, decides what we are going to spend. Decides the tactics. Lays the foundation and sets the tone for the club. A man who is all powerful, egotistical, arrogant and out of touch. The persistence with Diaby. Myopic  to not see that our shambolic defence should have been shored up many years ago. Myopic to not see that a successor to Lehmann should have been signed. A suicidal tactician, who makes terrible substitutions. Obsessive with the youth project. Too much money and wages  spent on dross players, and no money spent on big players, because he doesn’t know how.
How many of these faults then, were actually commented on in 2004? Of course, blogging had just started about then. But I recall the newspapers. They weren’t saying anything like this. It you weren’t aware, the tone was completely different. Wenger was actually a genius credited for revolutionising English football. His methods and techniques were ground breaking . He had set a standard for others to follow. Building a new training  facility, playing beautiful football that was just out of this world. But he doesn’t know any more, they say. The rest of the premiership has caught up. Premiership managers are now foreign, they have bought in their continental coaches. His methods are no longer innovative, bringing in dieticians, specialist fitness trainers.
Then there is the argument of being all powerful. Another unheard of charge made after 2004. Well, wasn’t this the case with Alex Ferguson for his entire career? There was no director of football at Manchester United. This goes for David Moyes, when at Everton, as well. A telegraph journalist this week pointed to Manchester Unite’ds constant freshening up of the coaching team, saying that ours is stale by comparison. Ok, that may be a good point. But is there evidence to support that regular churn of the coaching team brings success?

What of the board? What role do they play in the last 8 years? The current board is viewed by the AST as being too old, and not dynamic, lacking in ideas. In general, the tenure of Kroenke was preceded by no overall owner, following the death of Danny Fizman. Arguably, in, the context of public relations, no difference is apparent to Arsenal fans. The board don’t and didn’t say very much, except for the few promptings from the chairman, PHW, viewed as out of touch in some quarters. What is the beef here then? Well, if you are a Wenger supporter, and I am, the beef from my viewpoint is the lack of transparency over the exact amount of transfer funds that Arsene Wenger has had at his disposal. Of course, congratulations should go to the board for the stadium move, and good stewardship, but the real confusion is their role in the allocation of resources  to Wenger.
There are other blogs, and other publications that cover the boardroom politics, and our financial situation. I do not know the ins and outs of what happens on the board, and the exact history of Dein and his departure. As a fan, I support the club. What I find difficult to comprehend however, is the lack of transparency there was over funds available. Every transfer window, a fight would break out on the blogs about transfer funds that we had available. The AST would publish a figure, which nearly always was not spent. Wenger meanwhile, would take flak for not spending the full amount supposedly available. The board would say nothing. In recent seasons Gazidis has intervened, being more vocal about our financial power, following improved commercial deals. Some say that he has done this to put pressure on Wenger to spend. But the confusion reigns. Wenger is accused of not spending, but says, in statements as recent as today, that not as much money was available as you think. Who to believe?
When things go well, there is little scrutiny. When things go badly, the insults start to fly, and questions start to be asked. The problem now is that football is 24×7 and we have increased awareness. Fans are just looking at the board, but they are looking at the club strategy, they are questioning the scouting operation, the transfer department, the youth set up. It is not reasonable to tell people to shut up and leave it in the hands of the club. They are concerned that if Chelsea build a transfer team that consists of an international network of deal operators, then why don’t we have one too? If organisations don’t change then they die.
But despite all this, or because of all this, I call for people to be less harsh towards the club. We had a lot of success with Wenger because he had the good fortune in securing the best french players for a generation. He still produced some fantastic players, when operating with less resources, and continues, in my view, to produce and secure very good players. Fans point to the gap with  Manchester United and say it is not good enough, but I would argue that the gap is caused by a gulf in resources, and we will catch up. But overall, despite some disappointments in the last 8 years, I think it’s unfair  to portray it as a failure. One final, one semi final, 2 quarter finals of the champions league isn’t bad. Because it’s not the European cup proper, people dilute this success, but I don’t see why. We also have held off other teams in the premiership, apart from those with massive resources

 

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