Firstly Thank You to Dev for writing my Wednesday column. Leaving the game on Tuesday night, I realised very quickly my head and emotions were in no fit state to put words on ‘paper’. (Plus I don’t think you all wanted another picture blog!)
So where to start, the beginning? Good idea.
The last time I blogged I wrote:
I am wound up, I am embarrassed, I want change but I want what’s best for my club. I only have one football club and while I and my Arsenal are in existence, I will always get behind them and fully support them from the bottom of my heart….
They say form is temporary but class is permanent, well it is seriously time to react now. This Sunday’s game is the biggest game in our recent history. Win and stay 4th.. lose… losing isn’t an option worth thinking about.
First up, Tottenham:
Walking into the pub I was very nervous, seeing all the usual faces slightly stone faced and bravely smiling, I knew I wasn’t the only one. Friends were openly saying how they would have taken a draw and defeat could be damning.
With that in mind, we were two down in just over 30mins and when Bale managed to stay on his feet (for once) and fired in a cross come shot that went wide, I wanted to leave. I had a horrible sinking feeling and I didn’t want to be in the stadium anymore, I just wanted out. And then it clicked. The Sagna goal, the reaction to get the ball and march back to the centre spot set the determined tone for the whole team. Within 3mins we were level. When RVP curled that ball in, the stadium roared loud enough to make sure everyone in N17 knew, North London is our domain. If anyone has watching the ‘Derby day’ video on Arsenal player, they will have seen my cousin and me celebrating the goal together. It meant a lot and still does.
In the second half we smelt blood; Rosicky got the crucial goal his performance deserved. Before we could even get nervous about holding a single goal lead, Walcott delivered two fantastic finishes in three minutes. I really couldn’t believe what was unfolding in front of my eyes. I wanted to scream, I wanted sing, I wanted to cry. I think I may have done all three. The Arsenal stood up and were counted during their biggest time of reckoning. Even at two down I never thought we were being outplayed, that’s why it hurt even more. Derby victories are to be enjoyed not over analysed. Living in a world of blogging, twitter and facebook, everything is analysed and criticised to death and for that reason I just wanted to blog a simple picture last Wednesday, just enjoy!
I travelled up to Liverpool with a bit of a bounce in my step, oddly confident and probably still a bit drunk from the previous Sunday night! We named the same team so we should be entitled to the same kind of performance right? Erm no!
We were played off the park from the first minute. Liverpool were hunting the ball down in packs, they wanted to pick up on mistakes and get the ball in behind our stretched and bullied midfield. After a couple of near misses, the referee was conned into giving a penalty after a Suarez dive and play act. It’s such a pity the Oscars were the week before as I was in row 1 about 5m from the incident. There looked to be little contact but Suarez was screaming and beating the floor like he’d suffered an injury similar to Ramsey or Eduardo. The winning