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Sweet Flowers Are Slow, Weeds Make Haste

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Upon the vast body of Arsenal support there are a few moles some of which when picked at or scratched may prove to be malignant. You and I know which are the most suppurating and pestilential and have learned through bitter experience to simply stay away from their written bile. There are other bloggers and tweeters and I don’t doubt, Facebookerers who, whilst not in the revolting masochistic anti-support category,  can’t quite bring themselves to wholeheartedly enjoy their football . They seem to want to, they are finding some positives from the season and probably roared as loudly as any of us when the four and half hours of injury time at St James’ Park were finally over and Howard Webb at last exercised the pea in his whistle to bring the curtain down on our 2012/13 campaign. I’ve skimmed through a few of their public pronouncements and whilst not actually horrified have been reasonably depressed by their insipid, grudgingly nit picking, response to our players and their herculean effort in turning around a season which went from negative spiral to top of the form table.

The constant bleat is fed to them by the media and repeatedly regurgitated. Could do better. Should do better. Will need to improve next season. Can you picture Christmas morning when these ingrates were children? Imagine their poor long suffering parents scrimping and saving all year to buy them some special gift only for the ungrateful wretches to tear off the wrapping paper, turn the new toy slowly in their chubby little fingers and force a reluctant smile. Then in response to  the hopeful parental enquiry “Well, do you like it?” they reply after a long pause “Hmm. Yes. I suppose so. But really, next year I think you could get me a slightly bigger one”.

Their reaction has been such a pointless, joyless way to suck the pleasure out of what was by any reckoning a remarkable run to the hallowed top four which so many thought beyond us. Why bother following a sport at all if you cannot be unequivocal in your enjoyment of the really exciting and good bits? It’s like not enjoying your favourite chocolate bar because they changed the colour of the wrapper.

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We need to improve. That’s the mantra. Fourth is all well and good but not good enough. This also is the root of the transfer tattle tree which grows and flourishes, watered by the dedicated sports media which is in itself an enormous financial concern and therefore has to have a narrative that runs throughout the close season. I’ll tell you what. Let us just for a moment pause from pouring scorn on these hapless and sad individuals and their blogs. Let’s treat them with pity instead and see if we cannot find some common ground. You see, I think we share more than may at first seem apparent. Just because we can revel in the fantastic thrilling photo finish which secured not only the much sought after TFF but also caused the bells of St Totteringham to be rung all around the world, doesn’t mean that we can’t want or hope for more. It just makes us happier and more mentally stable human beings. When presented with a reason to celebrate we celebrate. When the quiet evening of reflection displaces the afternoon of unbridled joy we are perfectly capable of looking with an unjaundiced eye to the future and saying to ourselves “Boy that was good. But just imagine if it got even better“.

What the poor doleful semi-supporters often misunderstand is that here on the positive side of the tracks we don’t want to settle for fourth any more than they do. Just like them we actually want to win every single game and tournament in which the team is involved. Heck I want our players to win every tackle, sprint, free kick and throw in. I hate not being the best. I’m perfectly capable of understanding the glaringly obvious reasons why we haven’t been the best for a little while just as I can see how close to the shirt tails of the best we have managed to cling. We need to improve to close the gap. We definitely need to be better next season to become the best. The yawning chasm which seems to separate us from the dismally pessimistic is that I (and I suspect you too) can see that improvement is not just eminently possible but has already begun.

In a way the campaign for next season started in the Allianz Arena. Our record since then has been more than impressive. It has been nothing short of phenomenal. I firmly believe that even if we only took our form since March into the 2013/14 campaign we would be challenging for the title come the following May. If you say that Arsenal needed to improve you have no choice but to accept that they did improve. You cannot recognise an indifferent sequence of results earlier in the season without acknowledging the superb run which succeeded that sequence.  The change for the better has without question already started. What makes me even more positive is that other reasons for optimism on top of that which we have already achieved are so easily identified. And no I’m not talking about a fantasy shopping list of new players to come in and sweep all before them. Without even considering transfers  I can foresee many reasons why I don’t just think we can get better I believe firmly we will get better. Here are a few for you to chew over.

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Olivier Giroud. Remember how I waxed lyrical about his dream of a ‘beautiful adventure’ with Arsenal? I said on this very site that I’d seen in his attempt at the spectacular a hint of what OG could be about. He nearly did it against Sunderland way back and he very nearly did it again against Newcastle in the dying seconds with an attempt at an impudent finish which was touched over the bar by Steve Harper. We have all seen Olivier’s work rate, team play, assists as well as his goals; sometimes brave, sometimes predatory. What I think we will see in his second season is a more relaxed player who will start scoring with some of those audacious long shots and delicate chips. Then we shall have the kind of striker defenders detest. One who can produce the spectacular, the unexpected. Frightened, unsure and prone to over reaction opposition defences will struggle with him and leave holes for the multitude of proven goal scorers the squad now boasts.

Jack Wilshere. We all saw the potential. Remember his performance against Barcelona? You have to be honest and say this season has been a time of rehabilitation for young Jack. He is coming back after a very long time with no football, an absence from competitive sport which came at a crucial stage in his development. Just like Aaron before him he needs time to get back into the groove. Next season he will, I predict with utmost confidence, contribute far more to the team than he has been able to do in recent months. Another huge improvement for the strength of the squad and far better than a new signing because his team mates already know him and his game.

Santi Cazorla. It is easy to forget that this was Santi’s first premier league season. And of course his first at the club. Such was the breathtaking vision and skill that he brought to our midfield at times you could be forgiven for assuming he’d always been there. Think back to other Arsenal greats and remember how they blossomed in their second seasons. Imagine all that talent, experience and ability now part of a team filled not with strangers but with guys he knows, with players who’s movement and strengths he can anticipate. It is a mouthwatering prospect.

Peren Kosielnysacker. We have seen a proper central defensive partnership bloom before us in these past months. That implies no disrespect whatsoever to any other defenders at the club because I believe this particular footballing relationship is all about chemistry and I think these two guys have it. They dovetail seamlessly, the are for me, the perfect fit. When you play alongside someone you trust and who compliments your natural game, as Kos and Per undoubtedly do,  it can only make you more confident, more certain of your own game and as more matches pass that partnership simply gets better and better. Imagine our defence improving on the post Bayern run next season. Heck, how will anyone ever score against us from open play?

Lukas Podolski. Poldi apparently played with a niggling injury all season which is why we only saw him in fits and starts. A frustrating time for any player but also a deceptive time for us supporters. We obviously only saw glimpses of a huge talent and a player who in his pomp is, I believe, made for the premiership. He has all the skills, all the experience, can tackle, dribble and score and plays in more than one position. Sounds like an Arsenal star to me. So once more, remember his goal against West Ham, look to the future and imagine a fully fit Lukas Podolski doing it week in week out. Now go and wipe your chin.

I could go on with this, new faces bedded in, young players more experienced and so forth, but I’ll leave you to suggest your own favourites. I will just finish on this note. While we are discussing the ways in which this squad will improve next season, imagine this scenario. Imagine if Aaron James Ramsay continues to improve at the same rate over the next six months as he has over the previous six months. Honestly, I can’t. Not because I don’t think he will continue to grow and improve but because I cannot imagine how good a player that would leave us with.  It defies imagination. If he simply remained at the same level he’s playing at now he’d be one of the first names on the team sheet but if he carries on his upward trajectory I do not think there is any limit to how far this young man can go nor to what he can achieve.

Of course over previous seasons we would expect several of these players to simply be poached by the financially doped teams around us. Now however, we are led to believe the purse strings are to be loosened. Let us please not blow it on trying to compete with the Oil Barons for other players. Let us rather use our new financial muscle to keep the stars we’ve already got and at long last reap the rewards of our investments.

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Some Achievment

Over achieving, under achieving or just achieving?

“Arsenal only finished fourth because they beat the teams they should of beaten to get there” a great quote from Alan Shearer and one that says nothing but it got me thinking what have Arsenal achieved this season (if anything) in the Premier League? They have finished with three more points than last year, ten more goals, won the same amount of games, drawn more and so by default have lost less. Overall the figures show that Arsenal have had a better season than last even conceding fewer goals (12 in total in the PL).

So what does this say to us?

Have Arsenal over achieved? No, over achieving would be (to me anyhow) finishing on or above 80 points, have they under achieved nope, looking at the clubs above Arsenal you would expect at the start of the season to be there. So Arsenal have this season achieved, achieved stability, a base for the club with its rumoured freedom to pay more money to use as a springboard.

 Looking at the other top clubs – Manchester United after spending £48,000,000 on players in the summer have also achieved stability, yes I know they walked away with the premier league but looking at this and last season they won the same, drew the same, lost the same, scored three more goals and conceded ten more and finished with the same amount of points. If you compare Arsenal and Manchester United you would say they both balance out in achieving. The two teams who do not are Manchester City who have underachieved and Chelsea who although have on the difference from last season to this over achieved, you would say that they have also underachieved.

Manchester City after spending £54,000,000 won fewer, drew more and lost more games. They scored fewer goals, conceded a greater number of goals and finished with nine less points than last season. Meanwhile Chelsea won more, drew less and lost less this season scoring more goals and conceding fewer goals receiving eleven more points in the process. To do this Chelsea spent £92,000,000. To me a club that has spent the total they have over the past two seasons should not be beating Arsenal into third by the matter of two points. They should and Manchester City should  be looking at a minimum of eighty points a season.

That leaves Spurs, another team who have just achieved. They did get three more points by winning one more game and not losing it. They scored exactly the same but conceded five more goals and it did cost them £61,000,000 to do this.

What can we deduce from this for next season, not much? Will Manchester City with a new manager draw less games, which is what cost them this season? Will Manchester United drop from the constant level they have shown over the past two seasons with Moyes in charge? Will Chelsea with a new (ish) manager push on to where their spending should take them? and will Spurs keep Bale?

 But more importantly what will Arsenal do?

Can Wenger in possibly his last season at the club improve the club record next season?

Can he get the squad to turn ten draws into five and seven loses into five?

Looking at results this season and going back to the Shearer’s quote at the top to get to a 28, 5 & 5 record Arsenal needed to make five draws into wins-

Sunderbus, Stoke RFC, Fulham, Southampton and Aston Villa

And to make seven loses into five so any two from-

Chelsea, Norwich, Manchester United, Swansea, Manchester city, Chelsea and Spurs. If Arsenal can turn a couple of those losses into draws as well then that is how you win the league.

Can Arsenal do something next year in the league? Yes and not by over achieving but by beating who we should beat.

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Shaddap You Face

Today the award winning Mel O’Reilly @40shewore. I know ,I know ,we are standing in the shadow of a Giant

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I once went on a boys weekender in Dublin,(i know this is a football blog but stay with me).After throwing our bags in the rooms we decided to go and have a look at the fair city,mostly pubs and betting shops from what I remember and upon returning to our hotel (The Burlington) for a quick spruce up for the upcoming evening ,we were greeted with screaming girls.Not for us of course ,but for the awful manufactured pop group Boyzone ,who would be attending Ireland’s version of The Brit awards at our hotel that very evening.

One of the lads decided it would be hilarious to throw a coat over one of the more gullible members of our group so as to trick said screaming girls into thinking it was a member of  shit boyband.

So there I was being frogmarched like a sex offender out of court ,or a member of Boyzone (take your pick) ,towards the hotel with a coat over my head.

As we drew closer the screaming reached new heights and for a short time there was pandemonium until the coat was whipped off and then?….the biggest collective groan you’ve ever heard ,followed by name calling that dockers would have blushed at,and faces drenched in disappointment.

Apart from my mates who were pissing themselves (but then they weren’t getting the abuse I was getting for not being a boyband twat).

What’s that got to do with Arsenal? I hear you say.

Well think back to a couple of summers ago when apparently Juan Mata had said goodbye to his Valencia teammates on a pre-season tour and was on a plane to London.

in the short period between hearing of señor Mata and him being on that plane I had learned he was a boyhood Arsenal fan.That he was better than Cesc.That he would be paid £80k a week .Also he was brilliant on every YouTube clip I’d seen of him.

I rang my brother like I knew what I was talking about,”yep,it’s a done-deal mate”.

Now ,as we all know ,young Juan wasn’t on that Easyjet flight.

There are many differing stories about the whole saga, but I along with many others was a victim of  “the silly season”.

If he didn’t play for the club I detest more than any other he would be my favourite non-arsenal player .

I can’t help but being drenched with disappointed every time I watch him.Sometimes I curse him with the language of a docker ,or  just let out a loud groan.

Oh I see,”just like those poor girls you duped into thinking you were a pop star?  ” I hear you say.

Absolutely not! They can all fuck right off .I was better looking than any member of Boyzone and a better singer(not hard) and dancer(big box little box).

This write ups about the silly season and the disappointment it can bring if you believe all the nonsense.

So don’t start making up songs about players you think we’re gonna sign but end up going somewhere else.

Ignore it all,wait for them holding the red&white shirt on .com.

Take no notice of Sky sources understands.

Disregard  Talkshite and its spitful presenters.

Turn a blind eye to the tabloids .

Laugh at the Arsenal insiders on twitter who know someone that’s fixed a photocopier at Highbury House and claim to have inside information.

Follow those guidelines and you’ll enjoy the summer.

Don’t forget the fixtures come out in June !

Now just for the record my song for Juan was “ShaddapYou Face-Joe Dolce”

 

“what’s the Mata you ?heh?”

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A Slice Of Humble pie? Anyone?

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Freshly served around tea-time on the last day of this year’s EPL season.

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Well where to start?

 

A few dishes of Humble pie perhaps?

 

Before I get to gloating in a huge self-indulgent fashion, let me first say that finishing 4th is not our target. It is however a monumental achievement to finish in a Champions League position for the 16th consecutive season.

 

Of course there will be many who say it’s eight consecutive years without a trophy. In that they would be correct – mathematically at least.

 

I, however, believe the last eight years have been a huge success. As Gary Neville pointed out, in that period Arsene has spent a net £9 million on transfers (it’s actually a net of minus £40 million since 2006 – even more remarkable).  That’s £460 million net less than City. That amounts to about an Emirates Stadium.

 

So those too thick to understand where all the money has gone, ask your carer.

 

Here is what I wrote in an article for ACLF last summer:

 

“With the planned move to the new stadium things changed.  Arsène had to work within severe financial restrictions. Big players were sold and the fees helped relieve the pressure of the move, in what turned out to be an unexpected recession. The reduction in the wage bill must have done no harm either.  History had shown that a new stadium usually led to a rapid downturn on the field; relegation beckoned.

 

I would have thought that our aim would have been to stay in the league in the early years of the move. However, Arsène kept us in the top four, guaranteeing Champions League football and further reducing the financial burden with the revenues generated.

 

He has only recently let it be known (as if we didn’t already) that he could have left and been paid much more money elsewhere.  He gave up that financial gain and personal glory for the good of the club.  I think that this period is a greater achievement than his first 8 years of on field success. It is a staggering achievement.  And also could give him a claim to be the greatest.”

 

Well he did it again. Let’s see how we do with the purse string loosened. Now we have Arsene and money.

 

Here is what I said immediately following the Spurs reverse:

 

“There are thirty points still to play for.  All is not lost by any means.  But even if it was, nothing is to be gained by withdrawing our support for the team.  Every week I see a team with huge potential.  We simply must give them to time to fulfil that potential.  I honestly don’t see why people can’t relish the challenge.  Rather than throw their arms up and ask for change.  Change may come all to soon, I fear, unless the majority of fans don’t quickly see sense.”

 

All was indeed not lost.  We here did just that. SUPPORTED.

 

Well done us I say.

 

Have a look at what Gainsbourg69 had to tell us yesterday:

 

“We only dropped four points out of a possible thirty in our last ten games.
We ended up with the second best defence in the Premier League after City.

We recovered a seven point deficit and overtook the Spuds.
We have reached the CL for seventeen consecutive seasons.
We were one of four teams to ever have three players score into double figures.

All of this on the back of having lost an important player and getting three new players to gel with the rest of the squad.”

 

Another titbit from LeoS:

 

“Fantastic resilience shown by the squad. Once the new signings were properly bedded in and Wilshere and Rosicky came back from injury, about halfway through the season we turned into a results machine, winning 12 and losing just 1 of our last 16 league games. That’s over 2.4 points per game, which would deliver 92 points over a whole season.”

 

That’s 3 points more than the Champions this year and last. I know its over 38 games and all that, but hey!  Just saying.

Now a list of some people, experts to a man, who confidently predicted we would not get in the top four:

 

Hansen, Redknapp, Shearer, Piers, Bale, Smith, Hoddle, Wilkins, Quinn, Stelling, Thompson, Souness.

 

Well done chaps. How many times does Arsene have to teach the same lesson?  Pillocks.

 

The doom and gloom brigade must be spitting feathers. They though this was their year. Pillocks.

 

The bloggers who told us this team was crap, it was the end of an era, could not defend for shit, played the wrong formations, players in the wrong positions. Pillocks.

 

Did you all see the game?  Yes?

 

Well no need for me to say anything other than fucking get in there.

 

Finally, thanks to everyone who has helped with the blog and those who have made it their homes.  Don’t let any miserable bastards jump on your bandwagon.

 

Let them trail behind in their shit cart.

 

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Once More Unto The Breach, Dear Friends, Once More.

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So here we are. About to bully off for the final chukka. The stage has been swept, the lights lit and the fat lady is preparing to gargle with her honey and lemon throat soother before the ultimate performance. Here we stand at the edge of the unknown about to witness the dénouement of what has surely been the most exciting season finale for many a year. Nothing, of course, can possibly match the Mickey Thomas moment (frankly I fail to see how anything ever will) but for sheer bloody determination to drag themselves back into contention this Arsenal squad has cemented its place in our hearts. They have given us thrills and spills and many a weak willed fan has bellyached but here they are in a three way fight, hoping for third but desperate to cement at least fourth.

Warren (a Liverpool supporting friend of mine) and I were chatting the other day about how massive and important an achievement a top four finish has become. We all remember not that long ago of course when his beloved  side were breezily mentioned in the same breath as Chelsea, Manchester United and Manchester City as one of the big four. This despite the glaring fact that Arsenal generally finished above them and they were actually in the kind of situation that pundits and our own alleged supporters seem to think we are in. Wazza would love to see ‘pool fighting for a fourth place finish right now, and if they were he happily admitted all and sundry would see it as a major accomplishment. Remember Harry for Engerland? Remember the media furore surrounding the Spuds elevation to a team challenging for a top four placing? We both agreed it was funny how this target of a Champions League place is an enormously big deal, truly the mark of a fantastic manager and a great set of players. Oh, unless of course you happen to be Arsène Wenger and have done it every year for ever spending a mere fraction of that blown by all the others in the race. Warren could see it, you and I can see it but the football world that describes this as a remarkable feat for everyone else seems to see it as a failure for us.

Well yar boo sucks to the lot of them. It was a target, one of many, at the start of the season and it’s the last one left. Curiously it is a target which comes with a consolation prize. Unlike a runners up medal in a cup final the team to miss out today receives the opportunity to slum it in the Europa League, or Fairs Cup or whatever the hell they’re calling it these days. However, as Chris Tarrant has grown so fond of saying in his post Tiswas days, ” we don’t want to give you that!”. Because we cannot go into this game thinking of booby prizes or a season without the celebration of St Totts. Negative thinking will spoil your morning and ruin your enjoyment of the fun and games this afternoon. On that subject I’m intrigued to know how you all will play this one. I’m considering the split screen approach on my desktop pc with Arsenal v Barcodes full screen on one monitor and the Spuds match in a small window on the other. I could then keep half an eye on the Chavs game  on my laptop. Or maybe I should just follow whoever the Chavs and Spuds are playing on Twitter for the day and thus keep up with their scores. The dilemma of the twenty first century armchair fan.

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Reading that back, and thinking of Mickey Thomas and Liverpool,  I realise just how long ago it was that I watched the remarkable scenes at Anfield that fateful year. Along with a group of like minded artistic friends (and a posse of more practical types we’d corralled for the purpose) we were organising a music festival in the small North Somerset town of Midsomer Norton. Yes they named that show after it, before you ask. Anyway on the Friday night with marquees erected and stages half built we had agreed to camp on the festival site as a kind of security detail and also as an outstanding opportunity to get utterly shitfaced in a field. But this particular bank holiday weekend of course was a little different from most. Not just because we were running an all day music and arts extravaganza on the Sunday but because the football season’s finale was, unusually, being  broadcast live on television that very Friday evening. I watched it on a black and white portable , powered by a 12 volt car battery with a metal coat hanger as an aerial. In the middle of a field. Pretty spectacularly stoned and very much the worse for drink. As I said, how times have changed.

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And so to today’s opponents. It’s probably a good plan to at least mention the match as this is a match-day preview. Newcastle have had an up-down time of late. Last year they were managed by the greatest manager who has ever lived as they briefly threatened to disturb the top four status quo. This year they are under the control of a sad hapless character, lying in thirteenth place and hoping to finish above the likes of Norwich and Stoke City. So goes the popular narrative. Actually as with all premier league sides (with the notable exception of Queens Park Rangers) they are a team highly motivated by vociferous partisan support, eager to impress in their last home game of the season and featuring some genuinely talented players. They’ve won two drawn two and lost two of their last six scoring four and conceding about a hundred and twenty goals. Roughly. So I think the best way to describe them right now is unpredictable. They can ship goals like a bow legged man trying to stop a pig in a passageway or they can grind out a result. I suppose we’ll know which Newcastle turned up by about six o’clock tonight.

When I hear Newcastle versus Arsenal only one name leaps immediately to mind. Supermac. Malcolm MacDonald. OK so that’s two names but you get my drift. Back when I was young enough and not driven to cynical despair by the transfer circus of these so called enlightened times, I would become genuinely excited by the arrivals of the likes of Alan Ball and Malcolm MacDonald. 30_malcolm_macdonaldExotic new faces from far away come to swell the ranks of my sticker collection. Malcolm came doon from the land of coal blackened faces, shipyards, Jimmy Nail and Lindisfarne in 1976, which was  officially recorded as the year of the last ever British summer. He loved his time with us and when interviewed for Arsenal TVO was still visibly moved as he recalled the day the doctors informed him his Arsenal playing days were over. However, despite being a Londoner by birth, Supermac writes as if he’s a Geordie so maybe those were crocodile tears I saw welling in the corners of his eyes. Either way he has a timely warning for any complacent Gooners predicting an easy victory to match the six goal thumping Warren’s lot handed out on their recent visit to Tyneside. Writing in something called Chronicle Live he poo-poohs the idea that Newcastle have nothing to play for. In fact he comes up with the kind of stirring guff I might well be inclined to spew when describing our own glorious team. He says “My hope, the hope of every Geordie, is that, freed from pressure and worry, Newcastle go out and play football because, if they do, it will be a terrific match. Arsenal always play that way so we would have a spectacle on our hands.” and when asked if it’s true, as Pardew suggests that it doesn’t matter if Newcastle lose four nil because they now have nothing to play for, Macdonald nearly spits his false teeth into his Vimto crying “I’m not having it. Nothing at stake for United? Just their pride, their reputation. Just the need to repair the damage they have already done.” Well said Malcolm, now sit back down before you do yourself a mischief.

I am probably the only Arsenal supporter hoping that he is right. I don’t want them to play with one eye on the flip flops and the Timothy White’s sun cream. I want them to come out and make a game of it. I want open spaces for Theo to sprint into and if it means we have a few scares at the wrong end then so be it. We can take it. The nervous, nail biting buttock clenching is all part of the fun. Not, you understand, that I’d say no to the four nil of course. I just want the season to end on a fittingly exciting note.

How ever and wherever you are watching, it’s been a hell of a ride and I hope you enjoy this final go round before the roller coaster closes down for the summer. I’ve loved sharing the games here on Positively Arsenal in a properly passionate, supportive and intelligent environment, so thank you, and I hope you all enjoy the close season, whatever this afternoon may bring.

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All Gooners Together ? Pfft.

You can judge a man by the company he keeps.

This  generally holds true in life and also in the Gooner world.

Birds of a feather flock together

That’s another one that’s rings true.So why does this next one annoy me so much?

We are all Gooners together.

How often during a heated Blog or Tweet discussion does some do-gooder pop up and tell us that?

But just how much are we expected to accept from someone ,simply because they wear the same replica shirt?

Whether its right or wrong,we usually judge people by our own standards.

In my previous life there were some famous “hard men” about town.They were actually no more that bullies and braggarts.They built a reputation by beating up some poor blokes who they knew before hand had no heart for violence.

You could see them all shaking hands with each other,back slapping each other following their latest act of wanton thuggery.All pissing in the same rancid pot of life.

On any occasion I found myself in their company ,I never spoke to them.If they tried to engage me I would make a point of simply turning away from them and talking to someone I found less objectionable.They hated this mark of disrespect ,and I knew it.Which of course was why I did it.

I lost count of the times I was asked why I would not speak to these people.My answer was always the same “He is a bully and a piece of shit”

Now if you are wondering where I am going with this ,we are getting to it now.

Next they would say,”But he is always all right with you”

And I would say”Fuck him”

The reality was that I felt by simply talking to him I was endorsing his behaviour.I was saying it was fine for him to treat other people badly as long as he was Ok with me.

So way are we expected to accept crass and bullying behavior towards our players and manager,by some piece of shit ,because he is ok with us?

If someone is just being cunt about the team ,manager or player ,don’t engage them at all.

We have all seen discussions about who are better fans.Actually its an irrelevant question.Better to ask who is the better person.

Are you a better person because you have more money or a better education.Well of course you are not

Are you a better person because you live your life to a higher standard of morality,hold yourself to higher standards? Yes,chances are that you are.

So would you want Wayne Rooney at the club?

Would you want his brand of aggressive,petulant and egotistical behaviour ?

one bad apple ” as they say.

The argument that he is better than we have ,or that he is a winner ,matters not a jot to me.

Someone like him (a man who refers to us as Arseanal btw) is going to become a big part of my life if he plays for Arsenal.I don’t want that,no thank thank you.

I know that in this case it will never happen anyway.Its as ridiculous a proposition as I have heard in a long time,but the principal is important.

When it came out that RVP had released that statement to “you guys” ,many people were saying we should bow to his demands,That because he was such a good player we should put up with his treachery .I immediately said “Why should we accept behaviour for him that we would find unacceptable in any other walk of life,just because he can bang a few goals in “

How far are we prepared to go to add to our points tally?

What is important to you.The principles you live your life by,or a few extra points come the end of the season?

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All Hail the BFG!

A guest post by @GBVishJourno

“He’s slow”. That he is, I agree.

“And that’s why he sucks.” And that’s where you are wrong.

Just because Per Mertesacker is slow does not mean he sucks. What is that they say about Occam’s razor? That the simplest solution is always the most obvious one?

Arsene Wenger often drops nuggets of information that are more precious than gold. What not gold nuggets, no. That would cheapen his wisdom. Even comparing his life lessons to veins of platinum wouldn’t suffice.

“We have moved from a thinking society to an emotional society and we have to live with that” was what he once said.

Add the words of Mister Occam and Le Professeur and you get exactly why a majority of Arsenal fans – nay, football fans – are annoyed with Per Mertesacker. In a word where we seek instant gratification and overnight results, we fail to take a step back and see the bigger picture.

Newspapers, pundits and websites only add to this emotional side. What comes to mind is Goal.com’s post-match player ratings of Arsenal’s 2-1 defeat at home to Manchester United at the back end of last season, when Daniel Welbeck and Antonio Valencia scored for United and the gek azel (do pardon my Dutch) who plays for them now scored for us.

During this game, Welbeck was put through on goal and had well beaten Wojciech Szczesny and was about to get the ball under control and stroke home, only for Mertesacker to intervene.

The score at the time was nil-nil.

And how did Goal.com report this particular incident? They said Mertesacker was ‘running in treacle’. To them, describing what Mertesacker didn’t have was more important than actually acknowledging that he had actually saved Arsenal’s blushes by putting his body on the line.

Sure Mertesacker doesn’t have pace. But since when was pace alone the yardstick for measuring the ability of a good defender?

When was the last time Arsenal had a defender who was as technically skilled as the Big F*cking German? Before him, we had Thomas Vermaelen and Laurent Koscielny as first-choice. Both players who have playing styles that are very similar to each other. Both of them are aggressive players who are a lot more sparky than six-foot six inch Per.

And how have they performed this season? Vermaelen has been inconsistent at best while Koscielny has been relegated to the bench more often than not this season. Of late, he has featured ahead of Vermaelen in the pecking order and one of the reasons for that is that the Belgian’s form and mental conditioning has been bad of late.

Of course, you can’t remove the captain of a side, so you remove his partner if you want to play both Vermaelen and Koscielny. But Wenger has always stuck by Mertesacker. That shows not just how much Wenger believes in him.

It also shows how much Wenger trusts him.

But what about before Vermaelen and Koscielny? There was Kolo Toure and William Gallas, players who were once again very similar in their style of play. Gallas ultimately ousted the last main Invincible from our beloved club.

And before that were the forty-niners. Toure was there and he was protégé to one Jeremiah Sulzeer Campbell, a man-mountain of a centre-back who was not afraid of getting stuck in and doing what had to be done to ensure victory.

But Mertesacker does not fit the template laid out by all these centre-backs. He does, however, match one that was last filled by one of Arsenal’s greatest ever.

Tony Adams, Mr Arsenal himself.

Like Adams, Mertesacker displays that deceptively languid quality that automatically makes strikers lower their guard when they approach him. Beneath the surface you have a player who demonstrates an excellent reading of the game who possesses the anticipatory reflexes that prompts football clubs to fork out millions for predatory strikers out there. Vermaelen may sport the captain’s armband, but it is Mertesacker who possesses that calm authority that shapes a leader.

That was very evident during Arsenal’s recent games against Bayern Munich and Swansea City. Mertesacker was like an orchestral conductor, waving his arms this way and that as he marshalled the Gunners to two back to back clean sheets.

Arsenal have kept twelve clean-sheets this season. Mertesacker has played in every one of those twelve games.

But as it is with defenders, their prowess comes from qualities that are not discernible at face value.

And maybe that is why Mertesacker is being given so much stick. The one-size-fits-all approach that a significant number of modern-day football fans resort to when it comes to sizing up players does not quite do Per justice.

As early as 2006, when Mertesacker was only 21 years old, he was first choice for Germany at the World Cup, then paired with Christoph Metzelder. His antics with Germany – who finally finished third – earned him a move to Werder Bremen soon after the Weltmeisterschaft in his homeland. Thomas Schaaf was quick to praise his new recruit at the time:

“Per was convincing at the World Cup and anyone who plays such a strong tournament at such a young age can strengthen us. He has enormous potential.”

He is now realising that potential at Arsenal. It is also small wonder that Bremen’s rise up the table corresponds with Mertesacker’s time at the club. Of the five seasons he did spend in the north-east of Germany, Bremen finished in the top three on three separate occasions. They also reached the final of the 2008-09 UEFA Cup, where they lost to Shakhtar Donetsk. During that run, Mertesacker was a constant presence at the back until he was forced off in the semis due to injury.

As I sat down to pen this article on Thursday, a fellow Gooner told me that nobody on this site had dared to write on Mertesacker in the past. Keeping that in mind, permit me – as blasphemous and sacrilegious as it may seem – to borrow the motto of Tottenham Hotspur FC.

Audere est Facere does not mean to dare is to do, but rather daring is achieving.

At a time when there are several Facebook groups peppered with diatribe towards Per and a number of Twitter accounts which tend to write him off rather quickly, I dare to stand out in praise of our Beloved Fantastic German who has been brilliant this season.

You don’t have to believe me now. We may be eating humble pie at present, but the taste of the pudding is in the eating. Methinks it’s gonna taste like German chocolate cake in the future.

You?

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The Bradyesque7 Weekly Round-up

 

Hello and welcome this week’s round-up.

The Arsenal community got their glad rags on to attend the Arsenal Foundation Ball this week. The ‘British Core’ were enjoying their weekly vogue and looking like sharp, even Alec Oxlade-Chamberlain who clearly misread the dress code and went as an ‘80s radio DJ. The players weren’t shy about flashing their respective fortunes and raised a lot of cash for some worthy charities. Jack Wilshere spent £5,000 on a signed invicibles shirt while Theo Walcott and Aaron Ramsey are said to be looking for two more people to pay £250 each for a round of golf in Gleneagles. Arsene Wenger donated £25,000 of “his own money” but nobody likes a show off. Who else’s money was he going to donate? The Black-tie/Jimmy-Savile-suit event also marked an important night for Liam Brady, Martin Keown, Robert Pires and Bob Wilson who were announced as ambassadors of The Arsenal Foundation.

A huge step was taken on Tuesday in the race for Champions’ League football. A convincing win against Wigan has taken us above our neighbours and left us with a hope of stealing third for automatic qualification. It was obvious how this game would play out, in hindsight. We were too good for them but they were fighting for their lives. We went one up in the first half, as we do, and then the fight-back came. Their equaliser was soon followed by the save that reminded everyone of the script and the Arsenal boys went to work. Wigan were never going to last having emptied their tanks in their cup triumph while we’d spent the best part of the week in bed. The levy broke and it finished 4-1. A somewhat paradoxical situation now has arisen for the optimistic Arsenal fan. While having full faith in David Moyes’ inevitable failure at his new job, we know that Moyes is the man to get one last performance from his team and get a result on Sunday.

Newcastle away will be the last game in what has been a roller-coaster season. Mikel Arteta is a doubt for the game having limped out of the last match with a calf problem. There has been some debate about who or what has been the catalyst to our current form and we’re all hoping that we’re not about to find out. On the plus side, Newcastle have won one game in their last six and that was against an already relegated and hilariously dismal QPR. They have won twice in their last ten. They won’t have notorious hardnut Joey Barton to bully our strikers this season, which will settle a lot of nerves among the players. With their minds already on crushing grapes in their bare feet, wearing and/or eating garlic, frogs legs, and sailing a boat down any river in France to suit this horribly offencive generalisation, our superior ability and sheer determination should be enough. It will be enough. No alarms and no surprises please.

The Europa League final was played last night and although the better team didn’t prosper in the end, it was a decent enough game and a good advertisement for matches of this kind. It certainly opened my eyes and I will now watch at the Championship Play-off final with a more open mind.

Jack Wilshere will have a pin removed from his ankle in surgery which will keep him out of his country’s international frendlies against Brazil and Ireland. Wilshere will be disappointed to miss the opportunity to test his skills against the likes of Neymar and Glen Whelan but this most miniature of procedures must go ahead. “Small, small, small” was how the manager allayed any fears of another setback. Jack is hoped to be back for pre-season and the Emirates Cup in August when he can begin his effort to battle his way back into the starting eleven.

And finally, this is a big week in the Arsenal calendar with the anniversary of the birth of the one true deity and of course the ninth anniversary of The Invincibles lifting the Premier League title in their unrivalled feat of magnificence. Celebrations may be cut short, however, as allegations emerging from one well known supporters’ club claim that Silent Stan Kroenke arranged for Bergkamp’s birthday to coincide with fans’ membership renewals. We’ll bring you more on this as it unfolds.

That’s all for this week, thanks for reading.

Up the Arsenal!

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No Goblin Nor Foul Fiend

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From the moment Theo shoulder barged some geezer three times his size right off the pitch and into the advertising hoardings you received the impression that we were in for a treat last night.  Even when the inevitable Twitter meltdown greeted Mike Dean’s goal there was never really any reason to panic. You see, like  Theo, this squad has come of age. Our number fourteen won’t be pushed around and knocked over, his double shoulder injury is behind him, and I believe his change in fortune is neatly analogous to the development of this Arsenal team. A team that has learned not to expect anything from the authorities, the football establishment, the media and even a sizeable minority of it’s own support. This is a team which goes on proving that if they have to beat not just the opposition but the corrupt and/or incompetent officials trying their best to help the other side, then so be it. I’ve felt for a little while now that once partnerships and understandings are built between the players and a balance exists then the raw courage and determination to overcome apparently insuperable odds are there in abundance.  Would it be immodest of me to suggest that the events of last night indicate I might have been on to something?

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If Theo out muscling his man in defence was a portent then the performance of Aaron Ramsay was little short of a revelation. I know we all have our favourites. Tomáš Rosický is mine. This favouritism makes us biased towards certain players and  yet simultaneously raises our expectations of them. I thought TR7 was relatively quiet last night but then he was playing high up the pitch and faced a wall of Wigan players fighting for their lives. Aaron who is fast becoming my favourite player (we are talking full  on man crush here, believe me) was, on the other hand, starting deeper with some big green spaces to run into. Apart from a couple of wayward passes I thought he was sensational. I put the first goal down to him. He harried Wigan in possession, he tackled fiercely and instigated the counter which led directly to the corner from which Lukas stooped to score.

Surely it is Arsène who should  take a bow for his careful handling of the former Welsh captain. He clearly knows which players become stronger when forged in the fire of competitive matches and which need to be eased back into the fray. Aaron has grown harder, seemingly taller, and more confident with every game. When he scored, a goal of which any striker in the league would have been proud, he did more than simply usher in the demise of a celebrity. Think about it. Think about the near misses from him lately. There was one in this match, also a toe poke that went tantalisingly wide a few weeks ago. But nothing fazes the boy. He shrugs off his mistakes and gets on with it. The cool, unhurried calm with which he put that ball away was for me the final piece in his jigsaw of recovery.

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I didn’t want to single out any individual player from last night’s performance. Honestly this isn’t supposed to be the Aaron Ramsay show,  I genuinely thought everyone fought hard from start to finish. I apologise – but I am an emotional guy and after the hell that young man has been through I think he deserves every bit of credit I and everyone else can give him. Having said all that, indulge me while I single out one other moment and one other player. I’m referring to Laurent Koscielny’s ridiculous acrobatics with the score still at 1 – 0. Would you call it a tackle? Interception? He picked the ball out of the air at about seven feet off the ground whilst seemingly sandwiched between centre forward and out rushing goalkeeper. And he did it not with his head but with a deft flick of his size twelves.  He plucked the ball from the sky with the apparent ease of a boy scrumping an apple from a low branch, he made it vanish like a conjurer. It was part martial art, part ballet and all genius. Again I pick out these players and these moments as metaphors for the development and growth of the team as a whole.

Compare Kos and Szezzer’s decisive, no nonsense intervention in that instant with the hesitant, disastrous league cup final moment. Just as those two have come of age, just as Theo looks like a man and no longer the unsure little boy of yore, and just as no demonic referee can dent our determination to overcome all odds, so has the team grown, hardened and learned the habit of not getting beaten. Make no mistake these are the qualities we shall need next season. We need a settled summer, we need niggling injuries sorted out and first and foremost we need to win our last game on Sunday. Then this set of players will know how it feels to put a long run together. That’s what wins you titles. Consistency and belief. It gives you the edge and conversely seeps into the other team’s psyche acting like a goal head start. Remember how Tony Adams used to say he could see the other side’s shoulders droop if Arsenal scored first in a match, because they seemed to know they would never get back into the game? You can’t teach that feeling on the training pitch. It comes from doing it week in week out whether at your best or not. That is what the team have been doing ever since we went to Bayern and bearded them in their lair.

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OK that’s enough from me, how about we end with a song? When I was a boy I was sent to a religious primary school and there was necessarily a whole lot of  hymn singing. There is one anthem that came back to me when I thought of Aaron’s courage and Arsene’s single minded determination not to be ground down by the naysayers. If you’ll allow me, I shall share John Bunyan’s words with you now. For twas he who penned the lines which came unbidden to me from the long lost days of my callow choristry.  If it helps substitute the word pilgrim. Think winner gooner instead and it kind of works. In fact I’ll go further it should be the club hymn. Wait, clubs don’t have hymns do they? OK strike that. Anyway most of my early my religious education left little impression on me but these words hit the spot right now.

Like I said , I’m an emotional guy.

Who would true valour see,
Let him come hither;
One here will constant be,
Come wind, come weather;
There’s no discouragement
Shall make him once relent
His first avowed intent
To be a pilgrim.

Whoso beset him round
With dismal stories,
Do but themselves confound:
His strength the more is.
No lion can him fright;
He’ll with a giant fight,
But he will have the right
To be a pilgrim.

No goblin nor foul fiend
Can daunt his spirit;
He knows he at the end
Shall life inherit.
Then, fancies, fly away;
He’ll not fear what men say;
He’ll labour night and day
To be a pilgrim.

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Yes. We. Can.

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As fans, this is the kind of day that we live for. The alarm shrills, sleepy fingers grope for the off switch and the first coherent thought to form through the fog of recently departed sleep is ‘Arsenal. It’s tonight’. This is the big one folks. Our nearest rivals have done all we could ask to ensure the pressure remains fully over in the red and Arsene has done all he can to prepare the players to work within that pressure. You can feel the expectation, tension and excitement vibrating in every Arsenal fan you meet, in every tweet and every status update the nervous thrill as our penultimate ‘cup final’ approaches.

I want you to put your hand on your heart and tell me: Did you truly believe we’d get through the first eight of these ten games and only draw two, losing none? When Arsene cranked up the tension with his ten cup final speech, how many of us thought ‘that’s a big ask’ after a sometimes infuriatingly inconsistent season? I knew we had the ability to do it, and in public I sounded resolute, but that little voice inside me kept chipping away. Long unbeaten runs in this version of the premiership where squads packed with first choice internationals can get easily relegated are so very difficult to establish. It is as George pointed out in a recent post a much, much tougher league than it used to be.

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And yet here we are. Tantalisingly close. Like that bloke and his ginger girlfriend off Game Of Thrones trying to climb the impossibly tall ice wall, just a couple of last gasps from the parapet. One false step and they plummet to the eternal winter of the Europa league, two more herculean lunges and they are gazing down over the meadows and rich pastures of the UCL. So what then of tonight’s ice wall? What of Wigan? What, I wonder, will they bring to the table ? We have all been attempting to read the tea leaves after their heroics against the Oil Barons on Saturday. It’s as if everyone is reading the same thriller and trying to work out where the plot is leading them. Will Martinez have kept them away from the champers and go go girls? Will they be hung over or inspired by Wembley? Did Macmanamanamanam have the game of his life or is Kieran in for a roasting like that his predecessor endured?

Sorry to disappoint you but I’m not in the business of making predictions. Go to Blackpool and visit a fortune teller if that’s what you want. Who predicted Wigan to beat the oil men, Bradford to beat us, or us to utterly humiliate  Bayern away from home? Who on earth thought the Spuds would, after their customary end of season capitulation, find the inner strength and belief to cling, no matter how tenuously to their top four ambitions? The point is none of us know. I’m sick of bloggers pretending they do. Remember when Theo had a temporary contract extension as his people and our people got round the table to thrash out a deal?fortune-teller You all read as I did countless bloggers airily asserting that  “Walcott is already gone, we all know that” and “Of course everyone knows we have lost Theo, we need to ask who if anyone will be brought in to replace him” that kind of pathetic, self serving egotistical drivel that passes for amateur journalism. I challenged one prominent blogger to make a full and public apology if and when Theo re-signed but I had just as well piss in the wind. As far as I can see these people have their negative agenda whether conscious and deliberate or innate and unacknowledged. They like the sound of their high pronouncements with the clear implication that they somehow know the future. Well they don’t.  And nor do we. We haven’t a clue. The form book, the squads, the manager’s experience all point to us winning. But no matter how much I expect us to I don’t know and nor do you so lets leave predictions to Eileen Drewery and just try to enjoy the match.

My mate Wilb, when asked what result he wanted if watching a match as a neutral always answered without hesitation “Extra time and penalties”. He wanted as many minutes of football entertainment as the two teams could give him. I am enormously out of step with many of you I know because for all the edge of the seat nail chewing, for all the times the dog has slid from the room on her belly emitting toxic farts of terror as I scream at the screen and bite the furniture, I am actually thoroughly enjoying the fact that this season is going to the wire. Like Wilb I want as much as I can get out of this thing. Yes I hoped both Spuds and Chavs might lose at the weekend because like everyone else I’m conscious that it would buy us leeway should we have ‘one of those days’ either tonight or on Sunday. But they didn’t lose and so we get to go to the very end of the season still needing to win our games to be certain, still hoping the others slip up and help us. It is squeezing the season until the pips squeak and I’m loving every second of it. My hopes are that we stay unbeaten to the end and kick off 2013/14 with something already to defend. I pray we finally see a summer with none of the usual  upheaval (please God no transfer activity to further disrupt us) so that the squad defending that nascent unbeaten run will be the ones who earned it.

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Of course to realise my dreams we need to stay focussed and keep defending like we have been lately. We have at last a settled defensive partnership which breathes calm and stability and provides the perfect foundation for our more advanced players. We have a midfielder in Aaron Ramsay  just coming of age and putting in the kind of dynamic never say die performances that are little short of inspirational. With the experience and guile of Tomas, Santi and Lukas and a proper captain at last I think the side looks as balanced as I can remember. When you factor in the youngsters like Wilshere and Oxelaide-Chamberlain who are hammering on the door wanting their place the future is very bright indeed.

So yes I think we can. Heck I know we can. Will we? Let’s just say I bloody well hope so.