Thanks to a coincidence of circumstance change, Ill health and age, I am entering a phase of semi-retirement, which, allows me time to finally indulge my desire to construct and publish a blog, oh, and do some more fishing.
Blogging will be pretty much wholly concentrated on Arsenal FC – By Far the Greatest Team the World has Ever Seen. I watched my first match somewhere around 1961 and have been smitten ever since and consider myself to have Elder Statesman status in any argument – so piss off !
Anyway, in honour of my own change of circumstances what better time for Arsene to have done the decent thing and stood down, leaving us with a whole new club to get used to this year. Thanks to the Machiavellian manouverings of Gazidis, Usmanov, Mslintat, Ozil et al, we have, even as I write, no finite certainty of a club structure for 2019, mirrored on the field where we don’t yet have certainty of the line-up and tactics for 2019.
Just for the record more than anything else, here is my take on the season openers: Opening against Man City couldn’t have been worse, they had looked horribly on form the week before and so it proved. I didn’t expect us to win of course, but somewhere in the dark recesses, I sort of hoped we would ‘Park a Bus’ and make them grind out a result, occasionally lobbing a long ball for Auba to chase down.
We didn’t, I suppose I knew we wouldn’t really. We want to make top four. Yet we want ‘top six’ team results, so a point against the Champions would have been a bloody good start in my book.
But no, we didn’t park a bus, or even a Fiat 500, and got beaten in perfunctory fashion. And so the season has continued, with the most defensive line-up being against Cardiff at home and the defending in general coming from a horror film.
I did ponder after losing the opening two matches what it was that caused Unai Emery to take those games on with a view to winning rather than not losing? Had he already succumbed to the Club’s sense of entitlement? You know the old song – We are the Arsenal and we are the best, we are The Arsenal so f**k all the rest”? (Actually, . . . . remembering singing that on the North Bank at full throttle, is good enough reason to take anybody on !)
So we moved on to Chelskie and I find out why Emery didn’t park my bus – we are no bloody good at it. The horror show of the first 20 minutes left me reaching for iPad and Betting Exchanges to get a price on 5-0 and upwards. There was little value available, the betting world sharing my forebodings. The defending was of a level the pub teams of my playing days would have bettered, and the photos of all four defenders in a perfectly straight line along the halfway line as Chelsea ran through them remains implanted forever.
And then, as a foretaste of what was to come in the coming months and from nowhere obvious, the Gods felt sorry for Unai, or us, or somebody, waved a wand or whatever they do and we battered Chelsea so comprehensively that they went in at the bell reeling like a boxer on the end of a Mike Tyson mauling in his prime. Do not underestimate that period fellow Gooner, we cut a good team to absolute ribbons literally at will, and could easily have gone in at half time at 2-5 rather than 2-2 !
For reasons I assume to be lodged purely in caution, at half time, the bus driver was called. Emery took Xhaka off, who to the casual eye was admittedly horrific, but actually was moving the ball forward more often and more quickly than anyone, and we became trapped. We had little outlet from defence and got bogged down in our own final third.
Hopeless, disinterested Ozil finally went with a scowl and a pout , nobody cared or noticed really except for his devotees, such has been his deserved fall from grace. £350k per week tends to focus even the most devoted towards actual delivery of performance. Few guessed it was just a teaser for what was to follow in later months.Anyway, the bus turned out to be a moped and as we all know, we lost. Amazing how the season followed that microcosm.
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