Back in Oz again

Well hello there again readers. I’m safely back in the land of Oz after my first foray afield. My holiday was to the US of A, specifically California, Nevada and Florida + a Caribbean Cruise to top it off nicely. The US is equal measures cool and insane, but I had a fantastic time and I’d recommend going to anyone thinking about it.

Right, that’s the gap between blog excuses covered. On to the Arsenal.

I thought I’d have an easier time catching the games stateside due to the kickoffs taking place as one wakes up on a Saturday or Sunday, rather than requiring a stay up until 2am on Sunday or Monday morning as it is here on the opposite side of the universe. However this was made difficult for two reasons; 1. The Americans barely know about round ball football or “soccer”, meaning that trying to find a place with the Fox Soccer Channel or Fox Soccer + (which is where the Arsenal games were more often than not) was really frustrating. Not only that, but as I’m sure you holiday makers know after walking and jumping and driving and jetskiing and laughing and drinking all day means you are rarely up at 7:30am on holiday for fear of dying the following evening.

When I left our results were as low as I can remember since supporting the Arsenal these last 15 odd years. We had lost to Blackburn, a defeat symbolic of our ugly problems and shortcomings, and our fearless leader, Arsene Wenger, was one of the leaders for the bookies “sack race”, a horrible thought and terrible times for gooners everywhere.

I am very pleased to report that from that point things got much much better. We went on a run of wins, Sp*rs defeat aside. Although that defeat was spoiled for me by a local pizza shop owner near Union Square in San Francisco. As we were running to make the start of the game at a friends house that had Fox Soccer, we saw dinner at this shop. While we were in there, amazingly we noticed AC Milan jerseys throughout the shop, and that in the back he had highlights of European matches on a TV playing. Huzzah! As I watched the highlights of the Arsenal game came on and the pizza-man noticed me celebrating Ramsey’s equaliser. His response was “don’t bother watching that game, Tottenham won”.

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“AAARRRGGGHHH!”. Needless to say the pizza tasted like ash after that. Both the friends that were with me (Liverpool fans) found that exchange at the pizza shop hilarious.

In any case, our phoenix like rise from the despairing depths of recent results continued. Robin van Persie, a man on fire, scoring like almost no Premier League forward has in recent times. Every kind of goal, he has shouldered the burden of captaincy with aplomb, and has dragged us to three points on many many times this calendar year since his deep purple patch started, often kicking and screaming at times.

And of course we come to recent results, most notably and most entertainingly, the Chelsea game. The stats have spoken for themselves, not in something like 15 years has a team gone to Stamford bridge and put 5 past a Chelsea side. However I wouldn’t act like it was an easy game for us. The game was more akin to a game of basketball, each team running up the end and then scoring. It was a thoroughly entertaining affair and there were many times where I was throwing things around the lounge room and shouting expletives at the top of my lungs while my dog howls along.

Leaving the memories of Old Trafford behind

More than once I thought our ugly collapsible ways would rear their heads and we would lose all points. When Santos was blocked by running back Reggie Bush…. erm I mean Lukaku, Mata picked up the ball well outside the area on the right hand side and fired one into the opposite corner past Szczesny, making it 3-3, I was sure the momentum had shifted Chelsea’s way. I’m sure for any of you gooners who have watched the deflating Wigan capitulation of two seasons ago, the Newcastle 4-4 last season, would have had your heads buried in your hands expecting the same.

But these boys showed grit, steeled their nerves and bombed forward for a fourth. However it wasn’t truly time for celebration until RVP smashed one past Cech at his near post. Much has been said about this game by better bloggers than I. Suffice it to say that the warm afterglow of this game followed me everywhere for days afterward. Nothing feels better than walking around in team colours and just basking in the happiness of a landmark victory against a quality opponent and leaving dark days and thoughts behind.

Unfortunately even the scintillating mind and legs of van Persie need a rest sometimes, and with a haul of 28 goals in 27 games or something of the sort, I’m sure Wenger and the physio’s are just wearing their lucky rabbit’s feet to each game, kissing their lucky eggs and praying that Robin stays fit for a season. His talent is undeniable, even 4 years ago, but what he can do with momentum and fitness was unfathomable and only just now at 28 is he showing us was he can do with week in week out games. Long may it continue. 

Ultimately resting him was seen by the press as a gamble that didn’t pay off. He brought him on late to try and snake a goal from an organised Marseilles side, and failing to do that the press were all over Wenger as to why such an in form striker wasn’t playing, prompting this from AW:

He was very tired after the game on Saturday so we planned to rest him and make him come on later.

He had the chance though – so if he scores that then it looks like perfect play – but overall we did not create enough.

Overall I couldn’t fault the manager’s decisions. Not sealing up top place in the CL group is annoying, and yes we could face Barcelona or the like again should we come 2nd in the group, but equally if not more important is getting into the top four in the league to ensure we can be there next year. It’s all well and good to throw ourselves at the Champions League, but I think that can wait until the knockout stages, and I think most realistic gooners among us would know it would take an amazing string of results and luck to get to the final, let alone win it. I’d prefer we just keep soaking RVP in champagne baths after league games and then straight into his bubble wrap suit, only to be unwrapped for the next league game, or to go to the toilet and stuff.

Anyway, it’s good to be back. This wasn’t so hard to write, I don’t know what I was procrastinating about..

Talk soon. Go the gunners.

Take the point and run

RVP's opener at dortmund

RVP knee slides in celebration of opener at Borussia Dortmund

 

Well here we are, at the first match report on my shiny new site. I’m very pleased to be here. All of this reading of blogs and listening to podcasts on football, coupled with my undying support (via TV) of Arsenal FC compels me to publish a blog of my own, so here goes.

I write this first match report in the wake of our first group stage UEFA Champions League match, which took place away to Borussia Dortmund (the German Champions last year) at their fine stadium, Signal Iduna Park. It’s worth noting that for normal league matches their stadium still has standing terraces available for the fans, so they cram more than 80,000 frenzied Bundesliga fans into that building for big league matches. They obviously do not carry this through to european matches for obvious reasons, but my point is that many Bundesliga teams are not afraid of hearing a few fans roar, especially not at home. And true to form, Dortmund were impressive from first to last whistle.

I hadn’t spent too much time watching the Bundesliga last year, but by all accounts Dortmund were every bit the swashbuckling, enterprising attack based team that we are on our day, even though sometimes it seems those days are few and far between now. Quite how they were drawn in pot 4 along with us is a mystery to me, being that they are German champions. It certainly meant that coming into this game we would have done well to get something out of the game, considering that our other opponents, Olympiakos and Marseilles, are certainly no pushovers themselves. Along with that it’s no secret we tried to sign their star 19 year old playmaker; Mario Gotze, who had a great game, but more on that later.

In any case, we saw Dortmund start at a very high pace. In fact, watching them press us all over the pitch reminded me of the Barcelona game at the Emirates last season. Perhaps their coach Jurgen Klopp noticed that employing Pep Guardiola’s tactics forces us to rush our game, making our passing sloppy and allows our less experienced players, which we have a lot of, to get dispossessed in bad areas. Whatever the opposition instructions were, we did not look excellent. A team still nursing the wounds of the assault we sustained at Old Trafford a few weeks ago was the team I saw start the game, but very importantly, not the one that finished it.

Pat Rice was in charge of our team for the match, being that the ridiculous ban imposed by UEFA was upheld, meaning he not only missed the Dortmund match, but misses the Marseilles one at the Emirates too. Not only this, but Arsene Wenger was forced to suffer the ignominy of being escorted to his seat by some burly looking dickheads and apparently made to stay in his seat till almost 15 minutes after the final whistle. Why? What possible effect could Arsene have on the team after the final whistle? Are UEFA worried Arsene will quickly run into the Dortmund catering area and put salmonella into their gatorade? Ridiculous…

In any case it appeared Pat Rice had enough about himself tactically to play the game right, even though we did very much sit 10 men behind the ball in the 2nd half to try and scrape a win. A tactic which I’m surprised to say was a decent one, as Dortmund were playing very well, the pace being dictated by one Mario Gotze, the young wunderkind I mentioned earlier. In fact the way he orchestrated his team, despite his very tender age, bore more than a passing resemblance to our dearly departed Cesc. A great shame we were not able to wrap up a deal for him over the summer transfer window. Although the reported 35m+ they wanted for him would have still been obscene for a 19 year old, and I could not see Wenger doing this realistically.

We also got some more minutes to assess our newer arrivals to the club. Starts were handed out to Gervinho, Mertesacker, Arteta and Benayoun, as well as a late cameo for Santos. I very much like Gervinho’s directness in dribbling at defenders, something we truly lack when Arshavin is not in form, which, lets face it, is bloody often. Mertesacker I am the other end of the spectrum. I expected him to slot in easiest, however I think he is having the hardest time of our new recruits, albeit with a lot of expectation on his shoulders trying to shore up our much maligned defence. Arteta has played fairly well, but definitely nowhere near like his best form for Everton, just respectably. But he did make an excellent 50/50 challenge for a header to protect our goals and earned himself a bleeding scalp from a head clash for his troubles. It’s that grit and resilience that I found most shocking as I have not seen it from players in an Arsenal shirt for a while, not across the park when we’re hanging on to a lead anyways. Lastly Benayoun, I thought started fairly average, but grew into the game, and even when several Dortmund players attempted to crowd him out forcing him to run back, he still always then attempted to cut back into midfield and get the ball going forward again. What he lacks in quality he still appears to make up for in energy and desire. Alan Davies on the Tuesday Club hilariously said “he’s like a mouse in the kitchen bouncing off the skirtings”, and to be fair I can see his point, Yossi still didn’t appear to have our roadmap of play and didn’t link up with the rest of our midfield and forwards particularly well.

The goal was created and finished by our main man, Robin van Persie. He picked up on a lazy pass by an opposition player, and poked it towards Walcott. Theo stepped one player, and kept his composure to slide a pass back to RVP who was running away from him to goals, and Robin’s finish on his chocolate foot was clinical as we know he can be. While I’m on that note though, why the hell is Theo now more interested in bitching to referees and calling for cards than just playing football? And for the life of me I cannot figure out why his crossing still hasn’t improved, and his “chip and chase with pace” tactic is as one dimensional as it gets. If Gervinho beds in his position and Arshavin’s form improves, which the law of averages says is some point this year, Theo may be bench warming.

Otherwise generally speaking I thought our new blood acquitted themselves well for us on a big stage, and showed when we were hanging on with our fingernails what experienced, calm heads can help the squad weather. Had there not been a simply stunning open-mouthed finish from Perisic on the 87th minute from outside the area, on the full, I’m sure we would have doggedly defended our way to three points for at least half the game.

Perisic's winner for Dortmund away

"For the love of god, don't let it hit me!"

Still I must say it seems myself and most others would take the 1 point from that tough away game. A shame as we could’ve had all 3, but conversely we could’ve had none as Dortmund definitely were able to fashion chances, with only the outstanding Szczesny preventing further leakages, and also a Sagna clearance off the line I seem to remember from the 1st half.

The good news is that both Manchester United and Manchester City could only muster draws against Benfica and Napoli respectively. And I feel that the German champions were at least as stern a test if not tougher at home than either of those two matches. It turns out, surprise surprise, that the Manchester clubs bleed after all. Now we’ve got hopefully no further injury news (none I’m aware of) and a good upswing match (hopefully!) against Blackburn at the weekend. And I will be more than happy to settle for one nil to the Arsenal, like the boring times of old while we regain our confidence and killer instincts.

Anyway, I hope you like my blog, and many thanks if you’ve taken the time to read it.

Till next time.