It’s exactly 6:03 pm GMT as I type this up. I have never typed up a column so soon after a game, because I want my columns to be bereft of any rashness and thoughtlessness. Case in point, today.
After sitting through 94 minutes of what was an appalling, heart wrenching and devastating loss to a Manchester City team without 2 of it’s most influential players, whose toothless defence every team in the league including 2016-2017’s version of Leicester City is able to attack like an unguarded bank, I can do nothing more than tap furiously away at these innocent keys on keyboard. I tried pulling my hair out but that yielded nothing more than the terrible headache I am currently suffering.
Sigh. Arsenal Football Club. I am filled with the need to shout, to cuss and be outright unruly, because yet again this team, which I have given my heart and soul to for give or take, fifteen of my tender years has let myself along with millions of Gooners around the globe down.
Why do I still support this team after all the years of heartbreak you may ask? Well, that is a question I cannot answer. I just know one thing, the love I have for this football team is strong and can never be questioned, but right now I am in the dumps. Why am I so low this early in the season despite the recent good run of form you may ask? Well, like I said I’ve been down this road with Arsenal for majority of the past 15 years and when the light at the end of the tunnel seems to appear, there is a violent tug back into the darkness.
I have always thought that if there would ever be a sequel to the popular movie Groundhog Day, there would have to be a storyline involving Arsenal. It’s quite preposterous the amount of money spent by fans of this club to the upkeep of players and staff yet today what we saw was a pathetic, shoulder-dropping display from the ‘Gunners.’ Despite the early goal which flattered our total performance, the players played as if they did not want to be on the pitch and would rather be elsewhere. Players who earn 6 figures, A WEEK just to kick a ball about to enterttain paying and deserving fans. No one is saying its easy, but at least, show the paying fans the due respect and show some heart.
The Arsenal players played in the second half so timidly, you would think we were facing the 2009-2010 Barcelona team with it’s brilliant group of players. There was simply no ambition, no drive, no look of champions. The want to dominate and tear City to shreds to send a message to the rest of the league was absent. In its stead was in these well-paid men from North London, fear and trepidation to take a stranglehold of a weakened City team.
There is currently only one man who plies his trade for this team that seems to never want to lose. One man who came from the doldrums of Tocopilla in Chile and as a result knows how difficult it is for working fans to buy exorbitant tickets to watch him and his teammates, thus his never-say-die attitude; Alexis Sanchez. That the club is currently embroiled in contract extension talks at this moment in time just stinks of terrible management by whomever is in charge of handling that. Alexis gets going every single time, trying to lead these men with him in pressing and harrying the backline of opponent’s; they try for a few moments, but then give up, leaving him to press, all alone. Again, a topic for another day.
Ian Wright on ‘Football Today’ during the buildup to the game this week said something along the lines of fearing which Arsenal side would show up today, the Chelsea-dominating one or the Manchester United dominated one. He decried how many times the team had let fans down over the years and hoped for a positive performance today. Well, we all know what happened. I can only say sorry to Ian, Sorry to all you hardworking Gooners worldwide who either spend huge amounts to watch the team both at home and away or on expensive satellite services to watch the team we love dearly. We deserve better, and hopefully, it will not take another 15 years before we see huge honours come our
I’m a 20 year old from Ghana in West Africa. I strongly believe I fell in love with The Arsenal in 2000 after watching that heartbreaking loss in Liverpool, thanks to the now pestiferous pundit Michael Owen. Or maybe, I love The Arsenal because Gunner rhymes with the name of my country. Shrug. I am an avid supporter of Monsieur Wenger and still see him as a visionary. Also, I believe the result must not always trump the means and glory days on the European stage are just a few steps away. Thanks to all who take time out to visit and read.