Well, I don’t know about you, but I can’t honestly say I’m sad this season is over. In many ways, yesterday’s game could not have been more apt – 37 games of roller coaster emotions somehow condensed into a single microcosmic game.
All the factors were there – home crowd with plenty of reason to cheer and the sympathies of apparently every football fan not acquainted with N5? Check. Opposition with a point to prove, an accurate long ball and a pacy counter attacking forward or two? Check. Tottenham team, complete with media darling of a manager and mouthy forwards, waiting in the wings? Check. Arsenal team bereft of form, confidence, and (crucially?) Mikel Arteta? Check.
Perhaps most concerningly, an early goal by Yossi Benayoun overturned by two pathetically defended replies? Check. Two further goals created by one man (thanks for training him, Sp*rs…!) to put us back in front and needing a back four with the resilience of Arsene’s water bottle? Check.
At this point, football becomes so much more than 22 men running around a field chasing a blown up lump of leather. Watching back on MOTD, it hit me quite how averagely we actually played, and yet at that point in a season, passion and desire are 100% the currency of the game.
So there we are at 3-2 up, 36+5 (5?!?!) minutes are all that stand between us and 3 points, champions league football, and a 17th consecutive year of bragging rights over Sp*rs fans the world over. We watch through parted fingers, as the hopes and dreams of a season are decided in a few moments. The ghost of Morison haunts the thoughts of every Gooner.
Wojciech Szczesny makes *that* save, through 5 weeks worth of pain injections. (Guess we’ll be seeing you then, Lucasz.) Kieran Gibbs makes *that* tackle, with no Phil “Fat” Dowd in sight to decide it should be some kind of ludicrous penalty. ( FA Cup Final ref, really what?!) And with several thousand Gooners baying for his blood, Michael Jones blew *that* whistle which confirmed our status as London’s top club, and the certainty of champions league football at the Emirates next year.
Despite the attempts of idiots like Terry, Suarez, Barton et al. to prove otherwise, Football for Everyone is never better illustrated when you find yourself hugging complete strangers several hundred miles from home, and all because we’ve finished the season above a bunch of…oh, maybe it’s not quite for everyone…
Ultimately, it doesn’t matter how badly we played, how many miles we travelled, or how many ridiculous through balls Alex Song attempted, the only thing that matters is that the cannon has fired and the cockerel (chicken?
) has fallen, and fallen mighty low.
A lot of talk before the game was of team selection, and certainly the Gibbs/Santos decision was controversial, and Arsene made the right call to strengthen that side after Gervinho decided that Sunday is a day of (defensive) rest.
More crucially, for me it was the biggest, and the absolutely right, decision to play Coquelin in behind an increasingly ill-disciplined Song. I am in too good a mood to dwell on his antics today, and at times they have come off and got us out of a few holes, but suffice to say that I hope he will revert to his proper trade and skill-set by next season, for if we wanted a creative player in his position, I’m sure we could find someone who could pull off those balls with a little more consistency. I don’t want to jump the gun, but from the few games the Ox has played in midfield, he has shown a pretty good eye for a pass, and he and Walcott link up well in particular.
It’s a particular bugbear of mine that we don’t play enough balls over the top, when you consider how fast our wide men are. Yes, they have to be ready for the pass, but we really didn’t take good enough advantage of the ridiculously high line West Brom dared to play yesterday. Particularly when they, and Norwich before them, did us like a kipper in this very way. Walcott has talked of how he can’t be a one trick pony and always look to get in behind, but to my mind, our wingers have gone too far the other way. When we have been at our best, they have been switching wings, losing defenders, and sneaking in behind with ease. Fortunately we haven’t suffered, but something to ponder for next season, I hope.
Speaking of next season brings me on to two great servants of the club. Firstly, it was brilliant to be able to give Pat Rice the rousing send off he deserves, and I hope the club have the class do something of scale at the first home game of next season. Even MOTD got in on the act. I don’t mind admitting that I am too young to have witnessed Pat playing, but he has served The Arsenal for almost twice as long as I’ve been alive, which tells its own tale. I have said before and I’ll say it again – whatever you think of someone’s quality (and I have every respect for Pat’s contribution towards our success under Arsene) if they pull on that Arsenal shirt and put in 100%, love this club as much as you or I, then they are beyond reproach. Pat Rice is not only beyond reproach, he is a legend, and deserves every moment of the adulation he got last night.
The second servant is one whose future is decidedly less clear – I am talking of course about Robin van Persie. 37 goals for the season is impressive by anyone’s standards, and only two others have bettered his Premier League haul ever, over the course of 38 games. Securing third place is the first key stepping stone towards getting his signature on a shiny new contract.
With comparisons with Fabregas rife, the real question is, will he sign? And of course, there is only one person who knows. If we look at the facts, this is his first proper successful season, after an unbelievable amount of faith from Arsene, given his injuries. He is settled in London with his family, his friends. He is captain of the greatest club in the world (obviously) and has the respect of both fans and teammates alike. He seems a down-to-earth guy, with a healthy philosophy, and thoroughly professional. He earns more money in a year than most of us will in a lifetime. (Yes, Citeh, what’s an extra £6m a year when you’re already earning mega bucks?) Money, and the accumulation of it, is the key driver for some (Na$ri) but for many others, all that is important is to have enough.
Yes, we haven’t won a trophy for some apparently unknown number of years, and we can’t afford to offer him £1m a week, but I truly believe that he is a more mature, professional and loyal player than any others who we have doubted before.
Ultimately if he does go, it’s for either money or a better chance at trophies. If it’s the former, there’s not much we can do, and if it’s the latter, for goodness sakes, go out and buy pretty much whoever he wants, Arsene! And if he does go, there’ll be sadness and disappointment, for sure, but he will be the latest in a line of players who could have gone from being great players, to being regarded as the sort of Arsenal men like Tony Adams, Theirry Henry, or Pat Rice. No player is bigger than this club – we’ll keep coming back, driving this club forward to more victory and glory. Already, I’m looking forward to next season, and seeing us kick on without making a hash of the first few months. (or January!)
I’m the pretty much same age as Fabrice Muamba, and there have been far too many tragedies this season to want to put my heart through such an ordeal again. And yet, inevitably I will, because every second of every minute of every game is worth it, a million times over, to enjoy the relief, celebrations and pure unadulterated glee of yesterday.
Ooh to be a Gooner!
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