Hello and welcome to this week’s round-up.

First up is the tragedy that is Abou Diaby’s injury situation. He has torn the anterior cruciate ligament in his left knee and will soon have surgery. This terrible news only serves to compound the theory that if you continue to smash players’ legs in half, only some of them will ever recover. It will be a reported ‘eight to nine months’ before Abou will grace our midfield again which is comfortably enough time to meticulously plan and carry out the ending of one Dan Smith. Chin up, Abou.

The finals of the Next Gen tournament were on at the weekend. The four remaining teams were The Arsenal, Sporting Lisbon, Aston Villa and the Russians. Each game was to be played in one stadium, over one weekend. It wasn’t the worst Italian pitch an Arsenal team has played on in recent years but this thing was sub-par. It was three over par! Despite an exciting first half, the young Gunners eventually lost out in the semi-final to Chelski and again to Sporting Lisbon in the third-place-playoff. Aston Villa went on to win it and we congratulate them, but only to maintain the appearance of graciousness.

It was announced this week that the team will go to Japan as part of this year’s pre-season Asia tour. Having seen the dancing on last year’s tour, one may safely assume that there will be more activities. This could see the team learn about extreme focus as they attempt to master the ways of the Samurai. Arsene Wenger said: “I have many good memories of my time working in Japan and the success I enjoyed with Nagoya Grampus. Yes, I have a little bit of regret for selling Thomas Cruise to Torquay. He’d have love it.”

The international break finally let up and Arsenal were at home to Reading on Saturday in what turned out to be a masterclass of passing, movement, spirit and flair. The cycling official did what he could to assist our hapless opponents but it was going to take more than denying Giroud a clear penalty and refusing to book Reading players for nasty fouls to curb the Arsenal enthusiasm. Rosicky was perpetually in motion, Ramsey was sharp and efficient and Arteta was the boss in the most dynamic display we’ve seen from an Arsenal midfield in quite some time. The first goal came from Gervinho’s natural prowess as Santi drove a low ball across goal. The Ivorian’s run was perfectly timed to tap home the first goal. In true goofy-weirdo style, Gervinho hit the roof of the net. 1-0 to the Arsenal! It was about how many from that moment on as Santi and Giroud were assisted by Gervinho runs and simple, square passes. Santi bent his around two players and into the bottom corner while Giroud allowed the ball to run across his body and thumped it low and back across the keeper. Reading got one back in what must have felt like a win on a scratch card but the game was up. The Ox came on and almost immediately won a penalty which was calmly, yet forcefully slotted home by Arteta. 4-1 to The Arsenal! Gervinho was as directly involved in almost everything threatening as Tomas Rosicky was in almost everything beautiful. A tough away fixture against West Brom will be the next task to negotiate as the march to third continues.

And finally, club captain Thomas Vermaelen has declared himself willing to “give everything” to win his place back in the Arsenal team. The skipper may however have inadvertently roused the interests of Manchester City when he said: “I’ve played many games in my career, and spending two on the bench does not mean the world is on fire.”

That’s all for this week, thank you for reading.

Up the Arsenal!

Once upon a time, the guys in red ruled the world; times change …

I want to look at some of the statements that supposedly ‘realist’ malcontents make and try to see why they think they are valid.

“We should be competing for the title”

So I simply ask: Why?

Why should we have an entitlement to challenge for the title?

Imagine you are a hard working person. You live within your means. Earn an above average wage. Save prudently and plan for the future of your family.  You might own a nice house and drive a decent car.

What happens if your spendthrift neighbour suddenly wins the jackpot on the Euro lottery?

All of a sudden this lucky bastard has built an extension onto his house that makes it twice the size of yours. His clapped out old Volvo is replaced by a brand spanking new Bentley. He is holidaying in his new villa in the Bahamas.

How do you compete with that?

Do you declare: “We are the Smiths, we should be on the same financial level as him”

No? Because that would be stupid.

Yet our fans say: “We are Arsenal. We used to win stuff.”

So what?

I am British, we used to rule the World. We were bigger and more powerful than the USA.  Therefore we still should be.  I don’t care if the world is different – I demand to still rule it!

And if we should use the “We are Arsenal” argument, then are Liverpool not entitled to do the same.  Except with better reason?  I mean they have won 18 titles and 6 European cups.  So they should always win more than us. Right?

“Oh no!”,  you say!

Why not?  Perhaps because the world changed and we passed them by?  Or maybe because we have a bigger and better stadium?  Well consider how we came to be in this position?

Is the answer: “The manager and board”?

It might be you know.

If you look back past the emergence of Roman and Mansour, then you are ignoring the fact that it’s a new world.

In other words, you are an idiot living in the past.

I can hear the idiots now shouting:  “But United have!”

That’s right, they have.  For now.

But United are perhaps the biggest sporting brand in the world. And they have had to – and for now been able to – match the spending of the Nouveau money.  But even they, last year, had to arrange a share issue in order to fund the £75 million or so it will have cost them to buy Judas.

Their owners are milking United to keep their other businesses afloat.  They are not spending to win stuff for the fans.  Or for the good of the club.  No, they are doing it to keep the share value above the levels of debt that they are running up.

It would be madness for us to try and keep pace with their spending.  Despite our recent improved financial position, when the very top players become available, we still can not compete with the big three in any auction situation that might emerge.

So that means we have to do it in other ways.

Build a team.  Have a better understanding between the players we have.  Create a bond.

But again, this is not possible if rivals keep dismantling our teams before they reach their potential.

And for as long as they have such a great financial advantage we can’t easily stop them.  Or can we?  Looking at the way the team is coming together, perhaps we can.

But if it is to happen, it will be because of the groundwork that our manager and recent boards of directors have done.

No matter what you think of them, they have put us in a much stronger position than we have been in since the world changed.

And quite possibly in a position to finally ask:

“Go on then, why not?”

We here at Positively Arsenal have truly had enough.

We cannot believe that a club could be so foolish as to sacrifice chances of success in the short term in hope of sustained success in the longer term. Who cares what happens a year or two from now, we want trophies and we want it right now.

We cannot believe that the club could be so naive as to not let its footballers dictate what the manager should be doing and how the club needs to be run. Everyone knows that the best teams in the world are run by the biggest egos on the pitch.

We cannot accept that the Arsenal are 2nd to Spurs at something. Yes indeed, we cannot accept that a regular Arsenal season ticket costs less money per game than a Spurs season ticket, we’ll never hear the end of that from them.

We cannot believe that the club have not shown ambition by publicly declaring their interest in the world’s best players like Messi, Ronaldo and Maradona. This is the kind of player Arsenal should always seek to sign, who cares if we sign a flopped French winger from Juventus and build him up into a superstar at the same level of these players.

We cannot believe that the club continues to employ the coach of the last decade for so long. They should genuinely consider listening when big teams like Madrid want him because we’re sure someone like Owen Coyle could do an outstanding job.

We cannot believe that Arsenal offered such a well paying contract to Jack Wilshere. He is a piece of shit overpaid deadwood since he’s missed more games than he has played for us.

We cannot believe that Arsenal doesn’t have any coaches employed and that the players don’t train. After all, we can tell from the occasional mistakes that they’re not coached at all even if we don’t know what happens in the training ground.

We cannot believe that Arsenal actually want to show some real ambition and compete at the highest levels of Europe in the Champion’s League each season. Everyone knows that dropping out from that into the Europa League is what is best for the future of the club.

We cannot believe that Arsene Wenger doesn’t tell us fans what we want to hear every time he speaks and he doesn’t publicly call his players shit. He needs to learn the art of saying what we want to hear without meaning what he’s saying from Usmanov.

We cannot believe that there is a quote about loving the Arsenal with or without trophies going around that may or may not be fake. Who cares anyway that the sentiment and the meaning should be true for any supporter, all that matters is that we feel better and less guilty that Bergkamp didn’t say it.

We cannot believe that Arsene Wenger doesn’t overachieve more than he already does. You’d think that spending less net amount on transfers since the stadium move than any other Premier League team since 2006 would allow you to win trophies under a half decent manager.

We cannot believe that the club is in such a decline. We’ve never seen us stay in the top 3-4 consistently for over a decade before now and that is simply unacceptable.

We cannot believe that it is so hard to support a team that consistently finishes top 4 and plays the best teams in Europe every season. We wish it were back to easier times when the only thing we could complain about was drawing too many games while going undefeated.

If you’ve caught on to the obvious sarcasm, here’s to the 1st of April. If you actually thought we were serious and were agreeing with every word, do have a word with yourself.

A measly four goals and we conceded one against that shower of second raters.

Well that’s what you might think reading twitter, blogs and listening to Sky pundits. But lets not forget than United struggled to a rather fortunate one nil win at the Old Toilet recently.

Now I am not going to say we beat a good team. Because they were rubbish. But the reason they were rubbish is quite simple . We made it so.

Right from the off they were totally outclassed. Not for one minute did we allow them to get a little fingerhold, let alone a foothold .

We did everything well. Chances were made, but due to mainly last ditch defending we only scored one goal before half time. Although how we did not get a penalty when our ex-goal stopper most blatantly brought Giroud down, is something known only to the cyclist in black.

The game was never allowed to be a contest to speak of, but it was definitely over within five minutes of the restart, when Gervinho cut the ball back to Santi for the second.

I can’t think of anyone who did not play well. But Gervinho and Santi were nothing short of magnificent.

Some armchair experts on twitter were still asking after the game: “why is Gervinho starting ahead of AOC and Podolski”?

Really????

Really?  Did they watch the game?

People judging him on preconceived ideas and past lapses is sickening. The club has a big investment in him and his fragile temperament. I don’t know about the rest of you, but he excites me when on the ball.  People talk about players giving us something different, well he sure as hell fits that particular bill.  Man of the match for me.  He scored the opening goal and assisted the next two. Well done son.

Another player recently labeled not good enough by the ignorant malcontents is Aaron Ramsey. Well here is the thing.  He is more than just good enough. He is becoming majestic. He was majestic in fact.

Some of the play in second half was breathtaking. Triangles became quadrangles became pentagons then hexagons. The movement and quick passing was something to behold. I have not seen another team in the Premiership come close to it. Despite what the pundits try to tell us. Not even close

Game two of our ten cup finals won in style.

I hesitate to say this but I don’t see how anyone can expect to walk straight back into the team, not Jack, not Theo.  I dare say they will, but it will be harsh on the lads who have to make way.

And a special mention to Rosicky, who once again showed he is the best piece of deadwood currently playing anywhere.

Saturday at 4.45 pm was a good time to be a Positive.

The first  post (by @apra_gooner) coming through our new alliance with the facebook group commonly known as OTBAG 

The Gunners host The Royals in a crucial game on the and we’re expecting no less than 3 points from the game against a side that’s languishing in the bottom and at the brink of relegation after five loses in a row. Reading are 8 points away from safety and with Nigel Adkins taking in charge this week; here’s to hoping that he can re-create the ‘magic’ from his early Premier League days at Southampton when they faced us!

In the reverse fixture in December Santi Cazorla scored a brilliant hat trick as we romped home 5-2. The highlight of that game was our blitzkrieg attack, especially from the left where Podolski and Gibbs were brilliant. Poldi in particular looked very menacing, cutting into the Reading defense like a surgeon. The experienced German has started to form a budding bromance with Giroud, which is reminiscent of Bobby and Henry. The two have already combined for many a promising offensive play this season. Podolski might get a start today with Cazorla moving to the No.10 and Oxlade Chamberlain looks to occupy the right flank replacing Theo Walcott who is nursing his groin strain that he picked during the practice for the England’s world cup qualifier.

Moving on to the centre of the park, yesterday we received disheartening news that Abou Diaby had picked up an injury in training and was likely to be out for the rest of the year. Injuries have been especially unkind to this extremely talented player and we wish him a speedy recovery and pray that he comes back fit and raring to go. The injury doesn’t leave the Boss in a state of polylemma as he has enough potent options to choose from with Ramsey and Coquelin who can play in Diaby’s role. Aaron Ramsey is likely to start along with Mr. Sexy Hair and we’ve already seen this combination being much disciplined and deal with the opposition attack with prudence.

One sweet headache for Arsene is getting the experienced. Sagna back to full fitness but with Jenkinson doing really good during the Frenchman’s absence; he might get the nod ahead of Sagna after two consecutive clean sheets.

ARSENAL TEAM NEWS:
OUT: Gibbs(Illness), Jack Wilshere(Ankle), Walcott(Groin strain), Diaby(Cruciate ligament)
Team: Fabianski, Szczesny, Jenkinson, Sagna, Mertesacker, Koscielny, Vermaelen, Monreal, Arteta, Ramsey, Giroud, Rosicky, Gervinho, Coquelin, Podolski, Cazorla, Chamberlain,

READING TEAM NEWS:
OUT: Federici(Ankle), Kebe(Groin), Guthrie(Knee), Jason Roberts(Hip)
Team: Federici, Kelly, Shorey, Mariappa, Morrison; Karacan, Leigertwood, McAnuff, McCleary; Hunt, Le Fondre, Andersen, Gunter, Pearce, Carrico, Guthrie, Robson-Kanu, Pogrebnyak

PLAYERS TO WATCH
ARSENAL: Santi Cazorla.
Cazorla has been in brilliant form and having dominated the reverse fixture already, he is our man to watch.

READING: Adam Le Fondre.
Having notched up ten goals in the season already, Le Fondre is the man to watch for Reading.

Guest post by Jeff (@jeff_ozule)

Wenger was once advised to go and watch an impressive young Right back who had played  a handful of games for Charlton. He was said to have pace and the heart of a warrior,a tall lad who never stops trying.

Best of all, he was a life time Gooner. Not just any gooner. Take a look at his room. He was Arsenal through and through.

Ladies and Gentlemen, that player scouted then was our very own Corporal Jenkinson.

Born in 1992, Jenkinson has earned a meteoric rise to prominence in just 2 years. Of course Arsene was immediately impressed in this young half finished English lad. For a fee of just £1m, Wenger ,with his eye for a bargain, must have rubbed his hands together, delighted in knowing he has just found another gem, one who in the long run would prove him right in thinking so as he grew to be the Sagna successor that he was envisioned to be.

Immediately thrown into the deep for his league debut against Liverpool at Anfield in Sagna’s absence, that was followed with a key performance against Udinese where you saw glimpses of what he could be capable of. This was followed by that infamous game against Man Utd in our 3rd league game of the season with only one point from the previous 2 games. Its safe to say Jenkinson had a torrid time when starting off his Arsenal career. Despite providing an assist for Van Persie, he didn’t finish the match at Old Trafford as he was later sent off. One of the lasting images for many from that game was one of him arguing with Walcott and I think that moment and the performance in that game did establish an initial mental block in many fans that was held against any evidence of his ability. Let’s not forget though that the whole team played badly as we lost that day (I could go on and defend why we lost by so much or even lost at all but I probably shouldn’t dig up too many memories of that day)

However, there was something I noticed about Jenkinson that day: he always tried. He never gave up, always tried and tried even if it came to an unsuccessful end. This is the stand out ability of many that Jenkinson possesses, you are always sure he will try and never give up,  When a player works so hard for the team, even when mistakes are made, such a player is always appreciated (however not always in the case of Ramsey, I have no idea why fans don’t appreciate him). If only this  attitude was always shown by more players , we could have had a different animal of a team.

I have always maintained that player by player our team is almost as good as city or Chelsea and better that Manchester United,bar their striking department. We need more players to play with the determination and heart that young Jenkinson displays, with the same attitude of never giving up, never stopping to try and never shying away from a difficult moment and grabbing it by the scruff of the neck.

Since that day however, Jenkinson,with Arsene’s guidance, has traveled from conference footballer to capped England international in just 2 years. He’s gotten to the point where many legitimately consider it an even fight between him and Sagna for playing as starting right back for us. His tireless, lung busting performances have left many positive lasting memories this season, whether it is chasing down Agbonlahor, tackling the ball and running back just as fast on offense or it is speeding in from nowhere trying to block an effort against Bayern Munich or that look on his face as he scored the equalizer in the last minute of stoppage time to force extra time in that crazy 7-5 against Reading.

And he isn’t done yet. As part of the club’s English core, he has pledged his future to us and is improving at a rate that will soon put him among the best at his role for many years to come.

All hail Corporal Jenkinson, I have no doubt that he is going to be an Arsenal Legend one day.

We bet he really is

In memory of Richard Briers, who I’m sure we all recall for his startling portrayal of Malvolio in the Renaissance Theatre Company production of Twelfth Night, I thought I’d watch a couple of old episodes of The Good Life. OK OK so it maybe it wasn’t Malvolio. I’ll admit it, the first thing we all thought of when we heard Briers had finally succumbed to fags and shuffled off this mortal coil was his King Lear at Stratford. Wasn’t it? No?

Roobarb then.

I mention this world renowned thespian who’s career spanned several decades of radio, stage and screen roles and all you lot can think of is a cartoon dog. That’s like remembering Pat Rice for his glasses. For shame. So anyway, I’m watching the Good Life and I’ve made it through to episode two of the first series and I’m struck pretty forcibly by how much time has elapsed since Tom, Barbara, Margo and Jerry first burst into our living rooms with their cutting edge comedy. I can’t help but realise just how much the world had altered without me noticing. I had thought when I downloaded the torrent that it would be a timeless treat like Hancock, Fawlty Towers or Blackadder. Humour doesn’t change, I reasoned, even if the sets and the lighting have improved since the mid seventies.

But when they tried introducing the cockerel to the chickens and it refused to leave it’s crate, Tom turned to Barbara and asked “Do think he’s queer?” and she didn’t bat an eyelid. Sweet, cherubic little Felicity Kendall just let the casual homophobia slip passed her without losing her impish grin and it dawned on me not just how much things had changed without me noticing, but how I had missed  the precise moment when the wheels of life had turned and taken us down a more enlightened road.

I’ve been pondering on how and why a similar evolution has overtaken so many of us where international football is concerned. As recently as 2002 I was following the story of David Beckham’s metatarsal through the sports pages of the Guardian as if it was the most natural thing in the world about which to give a fig. His free kick against Greece was to me as important a goal as I’d seen that season, and the listless capitulation to Brazil in the quarter final left me with an empty despair I couldn’t put into words. Whereas, in stark contrast, this week, while I am of course aware that there have been international matches played, I have no idea who England were pitted against nor what the score might have been. I honestly could not care any less if I tried.

I always used to feel slightly embarrassed festooning my bar with union jack bunting and felt the need to apologise to the non football and non nationalistic customers during any major tournament, so buying into the whole flag waving jingoistic bollocks that went with it never sat that easily with me. But I did wear the replica shirt and while you would still get a punch in the mouth for racism in my pub any amount of chest beating, flag waving, patriotic nonsense was (until the quarter finals) acceptable. Nowadays I regard the internationals as an opportunity to watch as our players, carefully nurtured by the greatest coach any of them will ever know, lovingly taught the beautiful game in the best possible surroundings and among the finest squad ever assembled, are suddenly plunged into teams alongside Wayne Rooney, Lord Bale Of Nazareth the Patron Saint of Stupid Journalists, and (God spare me) James fucking Milner. And I just cannot stomach it. Just the thought of watching Theo as he is hugged by Ashley Cole and Stevie G is enough to drive me back to drink. So how did this change come about?

I know I’m not alone in having undergone this transmutation. I also know that many of you never gave a damn about the British national teams in the first place and given that you live on entirely different continents, I can’t say I blame you. Some people have suggested that the presence of more Arsenal players in the England line up might help but I’m not so sure that putting Humpty together again is ever going to be that simple. As long as they schedule these stupid games right in the middle of our season I can’t ever imagine being anything other than hostile. What did Arsene say about cars? Actually I think he may have been quoting Gérard Houllier, either way it went something like “what the national coaches are doing is like taking the car from my garage without even asking permission. They will then use the car for ten days and abandon it in a field without any petrol left in the tank. We then have to recover it, but it is broken down. Then a month later they will come to take your car again, and for good measure you’re expected to be nice about it.” and really that is the size of it. When you consider the financial restrictions that we have had to struggle to overcome in recent years and then factor in the unimaginable and totally unprecedented levels of injuries with which our necessarily slender squad has been faced, then any first choice player going off and getting hospitalised playing for some team other than the Arsenal is unacceptable. Unforgivable in fact. And be honest we’ve certainly had more than our fair share of Fifa casualties.

So maybe that’s it, perhaps I’ve learned to associate the internationals with an interruption to the main event and a chance for someone to break my team. But I also wonder if the advent of the internet and Sly Sports money hasn’t played it’s part. Back when there was less football on TV the internationals were, like the cup final, a big deal. A chance to actually see foreign players you otherwise only read about with their nasty diving, cheating, skilful ways. There was also a sense that it’s what we as football fans did. We came together when the English champions played in Europe and we came together behind the English national team when they played Johnny foreigner. But just as my views outside of football developed and became less those of my father’s generation and closer to something a reasonable human being could be comfortable with, so my attitude to international football changed. Of course the increasingly cosmopolitan make up of Arsenal’s playing staff assisted in this process and being able to watch these exotic players week in week out on my laptop was the final nail in the coffin for the old ways.

I can no more laugh at Tom and Barbara and their queer cock jokes than I can wrap myself in a St George’s flag and cheer for Scott Parker.  It isn’t 1977 any more and even if I can still enjoy the Sex Pistols and even if the English national team still play to the same tactical methods that were already out of date back then, there are some things I suppose we just grow out of. Why would I need to watch England, Holland or Germany once in a blue moon when I can watch Arsenal, Ajax and Dortmund any time I want just by typing them into a search engine?

Do I miss it? Like I miss wobbly sets, bad stereotypes and 3:4 aspect ratios.

This week I shall attempt to stretch news until it is unrecognisable. It will be thinner, it will be weaker and, most of all, it will be brief.

First up is a brand new feature called ‘Embarrassing Dads’. Wojciech Szczesny’s father spoke to a member of the press to complain about the treatment of his son at Arsenal. He implied that Szczesny junior’s poor run of form was down to the manager and that he had played through injuries to help the club. Wojciech was quick to distance himself from the comments and is believed to be refusing to come out of his room. There is now a stand-off in the Szczesny household with threats of pocket money being withheld. This one has the potential to run and run.

In the absence of any first team action, many eyes were fixed on the U-21s and their tie against Manchester United. Conor Henderson was on set-piece detail and cracked the bar with a free kick from distance. (I may use that exact term later in the post.) Arsenal were a goal down but very briefly as the Irish midfielder drew level with a thumped penalty after Hector Bellerin was brought down in the box. Bellerin continued in this attacking vein and went on to pinch the winner in the 90^th minute. A cross from Henderson was knocked to the edge of the box and the right-back smashed it home. 1-0 and you F*%&ed it up!

Next came Carl Jenkinson’s interview. The young full-back stated that he will fight to earn himself more caps, having been left out of England’s squad this time around. Jenks turned his back on his mother’s native land of Finland to play for England. Mrs Jenkinson is said to be unimpressed by this and has begun talks with Maciej Szczesny about how best to deal with the situation.

Abou Diaby spoke to Arsenal player about his newfound relative fitness and the measures he’s taking to ensure it lasts. He attributes his new staying power to dietary changes. It will take a lot of discipline and mental strength for Abou to continue the new eating plan to prevent another flair up of his chronic rickets.

Theo Walcott was forced out of the England squad with a “minor groin/hip injury”. Whether this hampers the rest of Theo’s season remains to be seen. Tests have been carried out and one concerned physio called it “a very wide injury indeed”.

And finally, the NextGen series continued last night as Terry Burton’s U-19s took on The CSKAs of Moscow. The game was held at The Grove and there were several thousand in attendance. There was no score at the break but Arsenal were looking the most likely. Several players shone on the night with Yennaris, Gnabry and Akpom being particularly influential throughout. Another strong performance came from Thomas Eisfeld. The young German was on set-piece detail and cracked the bar with a free-kick from distance. (I told you.) The only goal came from an excellent run by Serge Gnabry who played a one-two with Bellerin and passed the ball coolly by the keeper and into the net. Arsenal will now play the semi-final against other Russian team in the competition, the highly rated Chelski of St. Petersburg.

That’s all for this week. Thanks for reading.

Up the Arsenal!

This is a continuation of my series about Arsene and dispelling some of the myths ingrained in arguments that people constantly make against him to highlight some imaginary incompetence that only exists in their thought processes. People make a really big deal about “square pegs in round holes” in terms of players being played out of position and even use it as another reason to claim Arsene isn’t a great manager. What people seem unwilling to accept is that players can thrive in positions other than what they’re advertised or well known as playing in. Look at the likes of Gilberto Silva and Emmanuel Petit, both have played as CBs for their national teams and were converted into outstanding defensive minded midfielders here (and as rumours have it, this was our intention when pursuing Vertonghen as well).

Here are 4 examples from the greatest team English football has ever seen. Seems square pegs do fit rather well into round holes when they mould themselves to that role and arguably end up as better players than they ever could have been in their originally intended role.

Growing up, wanted to be a striker and played the role at the youth levels, but at the age of 20 became the starting left back for us and one of the best we’ve had in our history despite the acrimonious departure and soured relations with the fans since that time — Ashley Cole

Signed as a player who could provide cover in defensive midfield and was transformed into Lee Dixon’s successor at right back — Lauren

Left winger while developing at the youth level, flopped at the same role in Italy and then moved to Arsenal where he was converted into a striker, arguably the greatest of the Premier League era — Henry

A promising young player who had grown up playing attacking midfield and striker he was first signed to be a versatile utility player, filling in at defensive midfielder and then right back before converting into his final role as an Invincibles center back – Kolo Toure

3 out of 4 of our Invincibles back line were not defenders to start with

What this indicates to me, and should to most, is that players with a certain skillset CAN be moulded into a completely different kind of role that benefits the team. One non-Arsenal example for this is Carles Puyol who started his career as goalkeeper, switched to defensive midfield due to injury and then ended up as a right back and finally his position that we all know him famously for, center back. This is similar to the path followed by Lauren and the move to center back from the right is one that could be envisioned for someone like Sagna in the current team too.

I think what people don’t realize is that players adapt and learn constantly, especially when younger. They also need to realize that players are bought based on their potential ability to fit into the system and formation that we play here and not necessarily what they play elsewhere. What matters is the adaptation and the willingness of the player to learn and do what the team requires him to do. One example that came up during a recent twitter discussion was Carlos Vela, whom we tried to mould into a left sided wide forward. There are many arguments that were made during his time here regarding the chances he got here as a striker and what his best position was. However, if anyone has followed his performances in Spain before and after his time at Arsenal, you would notice that he has thrived on the left and not through the middle as many (allegedly including the player himself) have insisted. What was seemingly missing during his time here was the very willingness that he somehow shows in Spain. A similar argument could also be made about Bendtner who was played out wide to help develop him further but it was something that the player himself was unwilling to learn from.

In terms of the current team, there are people who insist that the following players being allegedly out of position and hence not doing their jobs as they should.

a. Arteta is not a defensive midfielder – This makes several assumptions, one is that we need a pure DM (I blame Makelele for leaving a lasting image in people’s heads that all DMs need to be like him) and another that Arteta doesn’t do the job that a DM is supposed to do. I find this extremely odd considering he played this position growing up and his style, based on keeping it simple and distributing the ball when maintaining possession and intelligent positioning when defending, is very similar to what Gilberto did for our Invincibles team. Our system with a 3 man midfield alternates between 2 in front of the back line when defending and just one when going forward and Arteta does this very well. He has been exposed at times this season due to the lack of an ideal partner to help him out in the absence of Diaby (the bridge man as is highlighted in this excellent piece). To highlight just what Arteta has done well, he’s proven to be one of the top 5 midfielders in the league in terms of tackles and interceptions per game and is the best distributor of the ball in the league, the two things that you most expect from his role in our system.

b. Podolski is not a left winger – again I feel it is necessary to mention that we don’t have pure wingers in our system and haven’t had one since Overmars as we play wide attacking midfielders (like Pires or Nasri or Arshavin have done) or wide forwards (like Podolski and Theo in the current system or Reyes in the past). The other thing that people seem to forget is that Podolski has over 100 caps for Germany playing in the very role he plays for us and almost all of his excellent production of goals and assists in his first season has come from starts on the left. This isn’t even a case of Arsene moulding a player into a different role to what he’s used to but rather Arsene putting him into a position that brings out the best of his abilities in the current system. People even argue that Podolski doesn’t do enough defensively on the left but I say these people haven’t seen him play enough with a left back who works well with him. The two examples I give here are his Euro performance against Netherlands and his game against Liverpool at Anfield. The first game he was subdued offensively but also vital in helping subdue Robben on the right flank while the second, heat maps on Arsenal.com reveal rather startlingly that his average position was deeper on the left than Gibbs, thus putting to rest the myth that he doesn’t belong on the left side.

c. Ramsey isn’t a winger – he isn’t, but neither was Benayoun last season and again I must repeat that we don’t play pure wingers. However the sort of work ethic, possession and desire to help to the fullback that Benayoun provided in the 2^nd half of last season was what was expected of Ramsey when played out wide. There have been games where he has excelled at it, the most significant one being the away draw at City when he was one of our best players. Playing him out wide also served an even more important purpose, improving his decision making and composure on the ball and you could argue that the same sort of development cycle occurred with Diaby when he frequently played out wide when people couldn’t comprehend the thinking behind it. All this improvement is clearly in evidence in these last few games when Ramsey has again been one of our best players in midfield (and even when slotting in as a part time right back) .I can go into details about how playing on the wings helps that, but it is better explained in Auclair’s book on Henry – “Lonely at the Top”.

d. Arshavin should have played through the middle – this one I’ve saved for last as people believe Arshavin would have been better for us playing CAM behind the striker. He is definitely very good in that role however some points do get in the way of saying we misused him. His best and worst seasons for us have both been as a free roaming left sided wide attacking midfielder for us. So I don’t see how playing him there hasn’t got the best out of him – especially considering his first 2.5 seasons contributed 58 goals/assists in 82 appearances, essentially proving that he contributed a goal or an assist at least in every other game. Another key point is, if you ever actively look at Arshavin playing through the middle (or dig up old Zenit games) you’ll find that he thrives on a free roaming role and the majority of his best moves happen when he drifts out to the left (the position we played him in). The best example is from last year’s Euro game against the Czech Republic where he was quite an influential player, his heat map from that conclusively proves that even if starting through the middle, his main areas of contribution are in the very areas that we played him in (and gave him a free role for)

These are again but a few examples of players who have been played out of position for their own benefit or for the benefit of the team and there are several others who do come to mind as doing excellent jobs in their “out of position” roles such as Flamini playing LB for most of our tremendous Champions’ League run without conceding. The point is that, this is yet another accusation against Arsene that is well off the mark and even if the benefits of the move aren’t visible instantly or even comprehensible at first glance to some, Arsene knows what he’s doing by putting a player in a specific role whether it is to develop their skills or benefit the team tactically or both.

So Arsene Wenger, is he clueless to play certain players out of position as he is often accused? Or is he a visionary to develop certain skills or to mould a player into something special in a position you wouldn’t have expected?

A weekend with no football doesn’t have to be the vacuum we all dread. Look on it as an opportunity to spend precious time with your loved ones. To catch up on a few jobs around the house or maybe see if an elderly neighbour would like a hand getting the garden sorted out.  There are plenty of ways to fill the time you would normally spend obsessing about Arsenal. One thing you shouldn’t do under any circumstances is waste a second trawling through the internet reading Arsenal blogs. There is no match therefore there is no Arsenal ergo there is nothing for bloggers to blog about. Go on, get out, ride your bike, walk the dogs teach the Myna bird to whistle Ave Maria but for goodness sake don’t sit in brooding and trying to find out interesting Arsenal related facts which quite simply don’t exist.
Ah yes you might say but what if our players got hurt or played well or played badly in the internationals? Doesn’t that matter? They are Arsenal players after all, even if they are wasting their talents in pointless fifa-fixtures. Well you see that’s all well and good but if they did get stretchered off they’ll either play for us in the next game or they won’t and we’ll find out then. It’s pretty futile to spend the intervening days speculating, it won’t change the outcome. Instead of getting yourself in a funk over that which you cannot change, here’s an idea; get out and try to reconnect with football. Real football. Go to the park and watch a bunch of lads or lasses as they scurry about in the mud. Get a ball and go to the local five a side court and have a kick about with your mates. We all spend and waste so much time on the internet I think it’ll do us good to use the international break as an opportunity rather than a curse.
George reminded me yesterday that we are in danger of becoming too po faced and serious about football. Tactics and transfers and boardroom shenanigans – it can drag you down and squeeze the life out what is supposed to be a diverting pastime and not an all consuming obsession. We were chatting about football for pleasure rather than as a nail biting, arse clamping sweat drenched weapon of self flagellation which it all too often is for fans trapped in the information age.
Years back, before the knees popped and the back cracked I actually got a team going . Leaning on the bar one night and talking football related shite, myself and a few drinking buddies realised we all loved playing the game but were to a man so utterly crap that we’d never got to play for the school team. I made the rugby team but that was because no one else wanted to play. We only had fourteen players in a game that demanded fifteen in each side. But as for my true love, football, well let’s face it, the school’s first and second elevens were dominated by the chisel chinned good looking blokes who beat up people  for their lunch money, were shaving at the age of 13 and got to snog all the really fit girls. So we decided then and there to form a side made up of all those blokes who just loved to play but could never get into a proper team.

We got the forms from the local FA, attended the AGM and organised sponsorship to pay for the kit, argued over what colour shirts we should wear, found a home ground and lo it came to pass that Reg’s Bar First and Only Eleven was formed. We were shit. Unbelievably, catastrophically poor. Some of us were keen, some were vaguely fit or had been once upon a time. But mostly we were dire. Our keeper was about five feet two on tip toes and took so much acid at weekends that he often could be seen saving shots that hadn’t happened yet, our centre forward’s warm up routine consisted of jogging from the changing room to the touchline and throwing up last night’s cider. Myself and the other central midfielder were in those days partial to a bit of waccy baccy and often shared a half time reefer in his car which was anything but performance enhancing. I remember once trying to kick the ball hard enough to actually reach the goal from the penalty spot while we were warming up before a Sunday morning match. The ball trickled agonisingly forward then held up in a nasty divot three feet from the goal. Our keeper dived high and to his right. That was the closest I ever came to scoring.

 
But you see none of it mattered because we had such a great time. After a couple of seasons rooted to the bottom of the lowest division the thing got spoiled by proper footballers joining in and the advent of training sessions and tactics but until then it was just the best team I could imagine being part of. It must have been during the era when Eric Cantona played for Leeds and they had that Ooh Ah Cantona chant because we stole and adapted it for our side. In the clubhouse afterwards you could barely hear the guy calling the numbers for the meat raffle over our lustful chorus of Ooh Ah Reg’s Bar, I said ooh Ah Reg’s Bar. There was a famous game which we lost 11 – 1 and our goal scorer was carried from the pitch by the rest of us shoulder high like Bobby Moore in ’66. The opposition, big brutal print factory workers unaware of what Robert Maxwell was up to with their pensions, just stared at us in utter bewilderment. You could see them thinking ‘Didn’t we just muller that shower of shit?’ But they weren’t to know it was our first ever goal, we’d never drawn so much as a save from an opposition keeper before. Similarly when we first managed to lose by less than double figures and the singing went on throughout the afternoon, the team that had crushed us by nine clear goals left the club house shaking their heads bemused and unable to fathom the wild abandon of our celebrations.
It’s too easy to get obsessed with the big prize, the must win, the nit picking, combing through of the minutiae of every performance. Too dangerous and too slippery a slope. Try not to forget why we ever started watching in the first place. We actually enjoy the game for it’s own sake, don’t we? So go on, push your cap to a jaunty angle, thrust your hands in your pocket and whistle a merry tune as you walk down the street this week, and if you see a vaguely spherical stone why not try to dribble it round the lamppost and see if you can’t score through the next open gateway. It’s supposed to be fun after all.