Arsenal’s 2011-12 Season: The Movie

Panic ye not.

Our mighty and classy club has not taken a leaf out of Totteringham’s book and released a DVD celebrating our third place finish.

It’s just that a movie title caught my eye the other day and I thought: “That would be the perfect title if you made a movie of our season.”

The title was, of course, The Good, The Bad and The Ugly. (The good – Chelsea away, Spuds at home, Man City at home; the bad – Wigan and Norwich at home, all of January; the ugly – 8-2 at Man Utd, 4-3 at Blackburn and not forgetting Modric and Bale).

Then I got to thinking about other film titles that might work for aspects of our season – even if they need a bit of tweaking occasionally.

Here’s what I came up with. Please add your own suggestions below…

The Year of Living Dangerously: from botched transfer business to suicidal defending to catastrophic injuries to last day hiccups, this title says it all.

The Usual Suspects: when the going gets tough, we fans know there’s only one thing to do – blame the usual suspects. This year their ranks included Chamakh, Djourou, Arshavin, Walcott and Ramsey. With honourable mentions for both Almunia and Denilson, quite an achievement given that neither of them actually played.

Apocalypse Now: with the late departures of Fabregas and Na$ri, the aforementioned losses at Man Utd and Blackburn and a slump to 17^th in the league, there was a period when plenty of fans were declaring that the End Times had come (well, for Arsene Wenger, at least). Instead Arsene put on his camouflage face paint, took a machete and swam upriver to slaughter the bloated madman who had got drunk on his own power. Twitchy – “we’re gonna win the fackin league, I’m gonna manage Engerlund” – was never the same again.

Robin’s Good – Prince of Goal Thieves: needs no explanation. (See also ‘A Clockwork Orange’).

Groundhog Day: as we approached the season run-in on the back of a string of great results, what could possibly go wrong? Oh yeah, the traditional late-season slump. It may not have been as bad as the previous two years, but we didn’t make an easy job of clinching third, did we?

Twitchy and Rosie Get Paid: an unconventional London couple find themselves in a Swiss bank. One is a dumb animal unaware of its surroundings. The other is Rosie the dog.

Twelve Monkeys: Totteringham’s first 11, plus manager.

Let The Right One In: as the seconds ticked towards the slamming shut of the transfer window last August, who would Arsene let in? Well, most of them did OK… but we’re still baffled by the signing of that Park fellow. He could be a vampire, you know.

12 Angry Men: that was about right for the black scarf protest wasn’t it? Or were they in single figures?

Fantastic Mr Ox: “we don’t want another bloody kid – especially if he’s supposed to be Walcott Mark 2… oh, wait a bit, he’s not bad is he? Oy, Wenger, who do you think you are subbing our boy Oxo!”

Henry, Portrait of a Serial Thriller: come back any time, Thierry. Please?

The Silence of the Lambs: did you hear it? That silence that echoed silently round the Emirates from the silent away supporters’ end during a certain 5-2 victory? Poor lambs… but they all came to the slaughter.

Eternal Scumshine of the Potless Mind (the Gappers): what would we do without them? Bless.

Taxi Driver: ‘Arry’s next job.

Dirty Harry: alright, alright, no more Twitchy titles.

To Kill A Mockingspud: there’s no need to do it literally, all you have to do is wait for the end of the season, then they’ll do the job themselves.

Das Boot: when not being used for submarine warfare, this vessel is worn on Per Mertesacker’s foot.

Amadeus: finally our little Mozart flew again, like a pheasant from the ashes.

For A Few Dollars More: bye bye Samir.

Tango and Cash: Phil Brown to be appointed new manager at Man City. Na$ri to get a pay rise and more splinters.

That’s it. Your turn now – I’m sure you can do better than my lame efforts. The best suggestion wins a night out with Gareth Bale. Runner up wins two nights out with Gareth Bale. Boom boom.

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Calling International Gooners

Lieutenant-Colonel Richard DidIt DSO and Bar, otherwise known as My Great Uncle Dick DidIt, was far from the hero his gongs would imply. The reality is that the man was simply a massive Con Artist, or what we refer to these days as a Salesman. History is littered with such rogues. Stan Flashman, Gerald Ratner and Harry Redknapp all spring to mind.

Now the reason I mention these unsavoury elements is that while some argue that what we at The Arsenal need is a defensive coach, a midfield thug or perhaps a spendy squillionaire owner, I would argue that what we need most of all is a Salesman. Here’s why.

Some talk of a recession and this will affect football. Utter claptrap. Every second that we sit here, up goes another satellite dish somewhere in the rapidly developing world.  Couple of points on this. The emerging industrial powerhouses of the world have a few things in common. One is, there are one hell of lot of people in them, and the other is many millions of them like their footie very much, and we are going to need them to stay at the top table.

However, in order to garner the support of future generations, we need to know what it is about The Arsenal that appeals.

Most domestic Arsenal Supporters were signed up as a result of emerging from the womb in the Borough of Islington, while some like myself simply followed a Gooner Father who I liked. Others may have had Spud Fathers who they didn’t like and simply did the obvious thing. Revenge.

However, what we know is that millions of bright eyed and highly intelligent young guns from around the globe discover their spiritual homes at The Arsenal. Why?

Whatever it is, we need to be at the top table in terms of desirability. Of course exposure on the world stage through Champions League Football is key, and I know that there are people who will suggest that trophies are the only measure of attracting new followers, but I wonder. What draws in new fans.  Do Utd have such a massive following in the Far East simply because of their Park? I don’t think so. David Beckingham got the shirts selling and the girls screaming. Ronaldo drew in homosexuals and lady boys. This was sensible and clever salesmanship.

Why do we have so many amazing fans in Nigeria? Is it just because of Kanu? Ditto Iceland with Siggi Jonsson? I don’t know but would love to find out. There are Gooners in every corner of the globe.  We are a global brand, a huge family, so what is the glue. What was the first seed? A game? A player?

So, International Gooners wherever you are, we all share the same Mistress. Why?

Written by MickyDidIt

Happy 26th May Gooners

The 26th May 1989 was an amazing night in Arsenal’s history.

Arsenal travelled to Liverpool for the final game of the season needing three points and 2 goals against the scousers to clinch the title. This game had been postponed following the tragedy at Hillborough where 96 Liverpool supporters had been crushed to death. It was a sad time for football.

Arsenal were the underdogs going into this game and they hadn’t won at Anfield in 15 attempts. In addition they had allowed a lead of 15 points to slip through their fingers since the start of the year.

Liverpool had the previous week, won the FA Cup and so they were going for a ‘Double’. It was a night for the footballing gods.

Here on AA we have celebrated the 26th May with posts in previous years. Big Raddy’s post titled A Belated Happy Birthday and the Renaissance of Football was included in a book containing Arsenal memories and remains an excellent read.

In addition we have two bloggers who have taken their blog names from that great occasion – MickyDidIt and 26may1989 remind us every day of that wonderful night at Anfield.

This video was unearthed this morning by chas, it had me in bits, so watch and enjoy ……….

There’s not much Arsenal news around but I have to say the comments from Vertonghen are rather strange considering he has Vermaelen to refer to. Do we want a player who says that the totts are his first choice but he’ll come to us if that doesn’t work out? Is he ‘avin a larf?

Enjoy the weather if you can and if you’re desperate for football there’s an England friendly against Norway tonight.

Written by peachesgooner

George Graham: A personal Retrospective.

There are moments in a football life that live forever. We all have them -Micky T at Anfield, TA6′s goal v Everton, TH14′s v MU, Dennis at Newcastle or Freddie in Cardiff. But it is the childhoood memories which really stand out and for me they are often connected to the ’70-’71 Double team. One of my favourite ever goals was scored by one of my early heroes – George Graham.  Nicknamed “Stroller” thanks to his languid style, Graham was a frustrating player, capable both of brilliance and walking through a game contributing nothing.

This goal was against Man Utd at a packed Highbury, 60+ thousand fans in a steamy, smoke filled stadium. I was in the North Bank, about half way up, just under the roof – I wasn’t big or brave enough to join the lads up the back. The Man Utd team included the brilliant George Best and Best scored one his goals in front of the North Bank. The signature arm raised salute was given a volley of abuse from the North Bank Gooners but we all knew we had seen something special. Then we got  a corner, or it could have come from a Geordie Armstrong cross – either way the ball came in from the wing at The Clock End, and in what seemed to be slow motion Stroller leapt into the air and scissor kicked the ball from the edge of the area leaving the keeper (Stepney?) groping for air. Highbury went wild – at least that is how it is in my current alcohol raddled head.

It doesn’t matter whether my memory is historically correct – we didn’t have the internet or Sky – what is important is the effect it had upon the young BR and his relationship to George Graham. GG went from being an ex-Chelsea Scottish striker into being The Man – and for some time he was. Imagine a taller Paul Merson, GG was the same type of player – infuriating and yet spectacular.

When he left to join MU I was upset but by then we had Charlie George and Big Raddy and had won the Double. It hurt as much as when Kolo went North.

Of course, as George was an ex-Gunner I followed his career and was delighted when he made a success of his first management job at “No-one likes us, we don’t care” Millwall. However, his management style was such a change from his playing – suddenly, the effete, artistic, Stroller had become a Sergeant Major. Gone were the King’s Rd dolly birds and the expensive suits, in their place was the 3 button Blazer and a club tie. Taking Millwall from the bottom of the then 3rd Division to the top of the Second in just 3 seasons, George was a manager to watch.

Then came the surprising news that Don Howe was to be replaced by GG!!  I was delighted to have another Arsenal man at the helm. The League Cup followed in his first season, then Anfield ´89, and the FA Cup,  and the one-loss Champions of ’91, and perhaps his greatest achievement, the classic 1-0 in Copenhagen.

GG brought all this to the Arsenal and yet we were greedy. We wanted to see the expansive football which he first brought to AFC. We were sick of seeing a midfield of shire-horses punting the ball up to the genius of Ian Wright; the time was ripe for change and when it came it was to be shocking. As shocking as anything I can remember in football. As the news leaked of the Bung Scandal, we couldn’t believe it – “Not our George. not The Stroller,. He doesn’t need the money living in his beautiful Hampstead mansion”. But we were wrong, you could take the man out of the Gorbals but not the Gorbals out of the man.  I am still in shock!

But on the terraces of the Clock End we were excited, we knew Arsenal had to move on and we knew that if George went “upstairs” his shadow would affect any new manager. This was the best for the future of the club –  certainly not for George but no-one made him dip his beak.

I was delighted to see George on the pitch for the 125th Anniversary. He is a huge part of Arsenal’s history and despite him tarnishing the reputation of the club, he remains an Arsenal great. Had he not been so bloody stupid there would be a statue of GG outside the Emirates. But he was, and despite 230 games as a player and 460+ games as manager, he remains a peripheral figure at Arsenal.

George Graham remains a massive Arsenal fan with a huge collection of Arsenal memorabilia. Let us not forget that this is a man who had a cannon mosaic in his garden whilst managing Spurs.

To me George Graham will always be the man who scored that goal against United, for that and 26/5/1989, I am eternally grateful.

When Arsenal finally wins the CL, we WILL do London proud

Johan Cruijff: “Chelsea winning the CL final is a defeat for proper football. I’d rather not win it than to have to play this way.”

Recently, I have been extremely grumpy and needed a bit of time to reflect on a bad week for honest, beautiful football, which started with the Northern Oilers succeeding in buying the title, and finished six days later, with the London Oilers getting their greasy hands on the ‘Cup with the big ears’.

Of course, these teams required incredible amounts of luck and it could easily have gone another way, but it happened nonetheless: sadly, Citeh and the Chavs have had a return on their £1bn investments this season.

In both events, the pain was somewhat mellowed through pleasant side-effects. Citeh’s win meant that Fergie and the red part of Manc-chester won nothing this season, and the chavs’ cashing in on the biggest ‘luck-cheque’ ever issued, meant the Spuds will not take part in next season’s Champions League, which could mean the beginning of the end, that never really began in the first place, for them. Dare I whisper it though: I feel it bit sorry for the Spuds having to miss out on CL footie, as the number six of the PL takes their spot despite their dismal domestic season.

It became clear to most, if not all of us, especially after such a difficult start, that we would not be challenging for the title this season. And although it hurts to see the Northern Oilers being successful in buying the PL title this season, with an incredible loss of £194m this year alone, it did not affect me anywhere near as much as seeing the Chavs take the CL-cup back to London – the first ‘local’ team to do so.

As a modern-era Gooner – I slowly but steadily converted to Goonerdom in the mid-nineties – I have build up a big loathing of the Chavs in recent years. The biggest reason for this is what they have done to football since the arrival of Abramovich and his brutal attempt to buy titles at any costs. Mourinho was brought in and his approach to the game, which is basically parasitical – they let others play entertaining football, whilst they grab as many cups as possible with boring, anti-football – did a lot of damage to the beautiful game in England.

Luckily, it was his ‘style’ of football combined with his loathsome, self-loving personality which did not meet with the long-term approval of the equally repulsive and egotistical Russian Oligarch, and he was sacked after only a few years in charge. After his departure, football in England was able to liberate itself again from the Portuguese Catenaccio-esque shackles, with which he was able to win a number of prizes whilst killing the beauty in the game with his uber-defensive, and therefore boring, football.

If every team would play the same football as Chelsea did under Mourinho nobody would watch football games anymore.

Now, the better part in me tells me to show some magnanimity – to congratulate our fellow Londoners with bringing the Cup back to the capital, but however hard I try I just cannot do it.

On Saturday, the chavs showed no desire to entertain their world audience, there was a total lack of adventure and courage, and although their game-plan might not have been written physically by Mourinho, it had all the hallmarks of that odious ex-Chav.

For the Southern Oilers to stick to such negative tactics in the final, I can only have disdain. They were exactly the same as in the semi-finals against Barcelona, and although it was not anything to sing high praises about, you can understand why RDM chose this strategy against the Catalans: it was their only chance and it fitted perfectly with their culture and style of players.

They still needed to cash-in a big part of this season’s enormous ‘luck-cheque’ though, and this combined with relentlessly and shamelessly parking the bus for 180 minutes paid-off for them handsomely. However, football died a little in those semi-final legs last month, as we witnessed a gross case of injustice. But that’s football.

Arsène Wenger would rather have quit football altogether if he was forced to play with such a philosophy and strategy. In our games with Barcelona, we always tried to escape their suffocation; we always wanted to play our game of football, even though the Catalans were successful for large parts in both encounters to force-feed their style of football to us. We never surrendered, we did not let them bully us, and we showed the rest of the world how Barcelona can be beaten in style.

The Chavs never had such desires, never tried to play attacking football, and the main reason is they lack the class of Arsenal, as almost always is the case with the nouveau -riche.

Bayern had been humiliated by Dortmund in the German cup final, only a week ago, and are nowhere near as strong as Barcelona. Yet, Chelsea chose not to play football, to let Bayern look after the entertainment side of things, to just wait and sit back – like a spider in the web: in order to pounce and kill off Bayern from a set-piece, or a risk-free counter-attack.

This was the football of cowards, of parasites, of the shameless – of those who have no pride, and of those who do not love the game for the beauty it ought to bring to people around the world.

They succeeded and (for this occasion only) the good guys lost. There is nothing for us to be magnanimous about: a team that approaches a final with such negativity deserves nothing but contempt. On top of this approach, they also enjoyed another dose of incredible luck, and it just seemed that whatever happened, and whoever they would play against, they would somehow always end up collecting this year’s CL-cup.

But what will the world remember from this game say in 24/25 years time? Well, let’s go back 24/25 years to illustrate how utterly empty and mortal the chavs’ capture of this year’s CL-cup soon will become.

On 25 May 1988, PSV Eindhoven won its only ever Europacup 1 (now CL) title, beating Benfica in the final on penalties (6-5), after a boring, goalless draw for 120 minutes. How many of us can still remember anything of this?

After relatively easy rounds against Galatasaray and Rapid Wien, PSV beat Bordeaux with the advantage of having scored the away-goal (1-1, 0-0), only to repeat exactly the same feat in the semi-final against the hot favourite, Real Madrid (1-1, 0-0). PSV were the first Dutch team to win the EC1 after the incredible successes of the total football machine of Ajax in the early seventies.

The contrast could not have been any bigger as Hiddink’s PSV were totally happy to sit back and defend solidly, hoping to pounce on any mistakes of the opponents via breaks and set-pieces – so very similar to the chavs, 24 years on.

Although PSV and their fans will always be able to claim they have won the biggest club competition in Europe, the rest of the world has long forgotten about it. The final and the previous rounds have almost totally been forgotten, and PSV’s winning of the cup has simply been reduced to a statistic – a written fact.

I have no doubt there will be plenty of Chavs saying they simply don’t care how they won the CL – that all that matters is they did it, and that Arsenal have never won it.

But I agree with Cruijff: Chelsea’s victory was a defeat for proper football.

And one thing I know for sure: as long as Arsene Wenger is our manager, we will always aim to do anything that we do with style, with respect to our opponents, with loyalty to our philosophy of playing the beautiful game, and with the sheer desire to play the sort of football that sets hearts on fire, and entertains a crowd, whether it’s a small or XXX-Large one. Wenger is not perfect, but you cannot fail him for his desire to play beautiful football.

One day, hopefully soon, Arsenal will win the CL and when we do so, it will be unforgettable, and just like we did with the Invincibles, Arsenal is likely to leave something behind for eternity, something utterly immortal, something to talk about for generations.

We will show the chavs how it should be done. Arsenal would aim to play proper, beautiful, entertaining football and do London proud across the globe. And that’s why there is nothing better in the world than to be a Gooner.

Written by TotalArsenal.

Van Persie, Van Mystery

I am not unrealistic.

I certainly never assumed RVP would extend his contract with us. At best, I thought we had a chance, but with the odds and the world against us slightly. I was sure though, that if our captain left us, it would be in a respectful way, and his legacy with true fans would be a good one, because we really do appreciate our great players and what they have done for us. In this case, we have been blessed with a sublime performance for almost two seasons, and led back into an all important champions league spot.

I say his legacy would be intact, because, like most thoughtful people, true fans try to consider the decision he has to make, all the options he needs to weigh. I have already heard many Gunners express their understanding that he wants to be at a competitive club, with a chance of trophies, especially entering into his last big contract. Many even understanding that he should not have to ignore superior financial offers, no matter where they come from.

But, some things have occurred recently that just don’t seem to add up. I am aware that so much is rumour, speculation, and many, simply lies.

Maybe some disinformation? This is what is giving me some hope after a doom filled week on the subject of Robin’s future.

You see, I also understand the many reasons that he might want or need to leave us. But some of the reports we are getting just don’t add up, at least with the people we know that are involved. We heard about a very important meeting to take place with Robin, Arsène, and Ivan. I hope no one expected smiling and handshakes as they all emerged from the house. But, we might have expected a positive, hopeful, or respectful statement crafted by public relations people at Arsenal, to try and ease our worries, and/or pain.

Instead, all we received was silence, and ugly stories of a cold confrontation with specific numbers thrown around, as if there were reporters in the room.  Now, if that were the case, and if indeed it is true, that’s just the sad truth about modern football and economics. And we will all have to be mature and accept it. Our club will have to make the best deal they can to improve our situation if we can’t go forward with our season saving leader.

But, as I said, there are things that just don’t make much sense, according to what we know about the parties involved. Do we really think that Wenger and Gazidis walked in and insulted Robin with a shockingly low offer? You know that through back channels, all parties had a general idea of what was coming and expected. Do we really believe that Van Persie basically demanded the huge numbers being thrown around in the media, and that everything fell apart immediately?

Of course that’s all possible.  It seems the way the sport is going, and the plight Gunners seem destined to endure from now on.

But I choose to be skeptical of most of these negative reports. Firstly, of course, because I don’t want it to be true. But more importantly, something just doesn’t seem right at all. The stories were so numerous and negative, it almost felt like a punch in the stomach. The feeling you get when you have been betrayed by a friend. I’m not comparing the possible situation to betrayal, just personalizing the feeling of when someone that you think you know fairly well, really smacks you with something you never expected. By that, I’m referring to stories of a tense meeting, with large salary demands,and the club saying “take it or you’re staying for another year anyway”.

It’s a little hard to fathom because of the obvious respect and affection Arsène and Robin have built over the years. This includes sticking with him through many injuries, and the faith that Wenger has shown in him, and of course the skills he has helped him develop in a system that contributed to him becoming the player of the year, not to mention fair wages for most of the years.

Instead, my view is this :

1 Robin van Persie is not completely motivated by money ( of course it’s a big issue, but not the only one )

2 The numbers are not as far apart as reported by the media, or leaked by rivals trying to sow discontent. Especially when you add the loyalty bonuses into the weekly wages, making the disparity smaller. Also the fact that the club owns the player for another full year, in which he would stay on his smaller salary, no loyalty bonus, and threat of injury which could hurt his value going into his last lucrative contract later. Although I doubt it was threatened in a sinister manner.

3 Robin made plain his demand for serious improvements to the squad, as well as retaining with raises, Song and Walcott, who he constantly praises, especially regarding their assists.

4  The club laid out some details on plans for improvements to the squad, and asked for some time to accomplish some signings other than Podolski, which is a good start. Time will be needed to unload some contracts also.

5 Mutual agreement not to talk to the press, to facilitate and protect deals in the works. In, or out.

6 Lastly, I just can’t see RVP demanding a salary so large from any team, that would really weaken the amount of any transfer fee that we could receive. That would be a little disloyal, and would also be a dis-incentive to sell him now, if that really is his preference.

So, with all the mysterious silence, and all the rumours, where will the truth end up?

As always, probably somewhere in between… But I hope for all of us, it’s closer to my bright estimation.

Written by JNYC

Who is our Best Youth Player over the last 20 years?

Who is the best player to come through the Arsenal Youth Programme? Not signed as kids like Theo, Cesc and Kolo from other clubs but actually raised at THOF

We have seen some wonderful players come through in the last 20+ years (which is my time frame). On a quiet day why don’t we have a little reminisce?

First up has to be Mr Arsenal. Tony Adams: TA joined AFC as at 15 and played in the first team at 17. He was captain at 21 having already won a trophy (the League Cup ’87). He then went on to Captain the club for 14 seasons, have a statue outside the Emirates and become a true AFC hero. Was he our best homegrown?

My 2nd Fave TA goal v THFC at Wembley

Or was it Rocky Rocastle? How many players are still sung about 20 years after he left the club? Rocky joined us at 16. Played in the Double team of ’89.  Sold when GG got sick of players with any flair, but left behind unforgettable memories to those lucky enough to see him in the jersey.

My Fave Rocky Goal (WHL 1987)

Or The Merse? Paul Merson was a special talent, capable of the most delightful lob I have seen. Not pray, not strong in the tackle but graceful and intelligent. It must be said that thanks to his off-filed activities he could be frustrating as well.  Injuries, off-field problems, lack of form all hindered him yetThe Merse remained a fan’s favourite.  AFter 12 years at AFC, Mr Wenger offered Paul a 2 year contract but The Merse went to *Boro who offered twice the wages (history repeats!).

A couple of years later and Ashley Cole forced his way into the first team, taking over from club legend, Nigel Winterburn. So much has been written about Cashley but whatever your standpoint on the man’s morality and general demeanor, he is without doubt a fantastic footballer. At 31 he remains the best LB in the PL if not the World, and I wish AW had paid him the extra money -he is that good.  3 PL medals, 7 FA Cup winners medals CL winner, 93 Caps, 5 times PFA team of the Year, twice UEFA LB of the year – a wonderful career, which shows that it is not always the nice guys who come first!

Wilshere. The Great Arsenal Hope. the player future England teams will be built around, let alone  The Arsenal. Who knows what would have happened had JW not missed the season?  The future midfield squad of O-C, Wilshere, Ramsey, Song, Coquelin and Frimpong (+ any signings) is frightening. Those early YouTube clips of JW controlling games at the age of 15 were so exciting. Jack is the Real Deal. Can he keep his feet on the ground and not become another Merse? Can he fully recover from his ankle injury and not become a Diaby? If the answer is Yes, then Jack Wilshere is very likely to be cast in bronze.

I have missed out some great homegrown Youth players: Parlour, Keown, Micky T etc ( I am sure there are others). For that I apologise.

Roll me down Coopers Hill and cover me in pig fat but in my opinion our greatest Youth player over the past 20 years has been Ashley. Odious man but top quality player.

What do you think?

Written by Big Raddy

Where Were You When the Going Got Tough?

The curtain has fallen on another season of top flight football – and what a season it has been.

As Arsenal fans we’ve been put through the mill more than the wheat stock at Hovis.

The most commonly used metaphor is that it was a “roller coaster” of a season. In which case it must have been this one:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=udIgjMzENQ8

The lowest point came on September 17^th.

From the moment Cesc Fabregas answered the call of his yodelling DNA, we started eating the biggest poo sandwich in living Arsenal memory.

Our homesick Catalan was followed out the door by Samir “I want to win things – like an 85 grand a week pay rise” Na$ri, leaving us hardly any time to find replacements.

Before the transfer window closed the appropriately named ManUre added a squirt of diarrhea dressing to our poo sandwich with a humiliating 8-2 thrashing at the Theatre of Screams.

Arsène made a midnight dash in his pyjamas to the Transfer Window counter just as they were pulling down the shutters. After throwing out a bundle of fifty pound notes he scurried home with what appeared to be a random selection of Premier League journeymen and unknown foreigners.

But the low point – the real low, bottoming-out, it doesn’t get much lower than this, deeper than Jan Leeming’s voice, nadir point – was losing away at Blackburn.

Against a p*ss-poor assembly of relegation fodder players we scored three to their two – and still contrived to lose.

Our poo sarnie was suddenly a triple-decker.

At the end of the weekend’s football the Premier League Table made somber reading: Arsenal were sitting at 17^th place, one above the relegation positions. The press gleefully informed us it was the worst start to an Arsenal season for 50 years.

But were the Arsenal faithful daunted?

You bet they were. The “Wenger Out” cacophony reached new heights and those who had been pedalling a negative agenda for the previous couple of years were falling over each other to predict failure and disaster. Some – in all seriousness – even warned that we faced relegation.

Certainly all the Wenger critics knew that we had zero chance of making the Top Four.

Well, we all know how it panned out in the end. We fought back, the assortment of new faces turned out to be not all bad and, in the end, we secured third place ahead of our ancient enemies.

They say the Premier League is a marathon not a sprint and, in fairness, we crossed the line like a bloke in a diving suit, but over the full course we had done enough to finish as the best team in England outside of the two Mancs.

But returning to September 17^th 2011, the day of the Blackburn Rovers defeat, there was one oasis of perspective and optimism in the desert of desolation.

It was here, in the comments made by regulars on Arsenal Arsenal. So this Post is dedicated to you, my fellow bloggers, who looked into the abyss and saw not the pit of eternal despair, but a long dark tunnel out of which we could dig our way if we worked hard enough.

Here are some of the comments you made in the aftermath of that 3-4 loss:

 

Gooner in Exile says:

September 17, 2011 at 3:19 pm  (Edit)

If I was Wenger and Rice right now is about the time I would be tearing a few players new ones for that second half opening.

But also I’d be trying to lift their spirits and praise the way they turned it around at the end because that was a huge change from last year and if I’m not mistaken a bit of a plan B?

Red Arse says:

September 17, 2011 at 4:26 pm  (Edit)

You won’t want to hear this, but ecstasy and despair are both imposters and are the lot of all football fans.

Remember you cannot have one without the other, and neither emotion lasts. Tomorrow you will start to think of the game next Tuesday, and life will go on.

When we crunch the Spuds, all this will be put into perspective, if not forgotten.

I believe that on another day we would have won this 2:6.

Fatgingergooner says:

September 17, 2011 at 6:04 pm  (Edit)

Is this gonna happen after every bad game from now until the end of the season? Loads of people just coming out of the woodwork to take a pop?

It was tough to watch, very tough in fact. And there are big problems at the back, no doubt about it. But if TV was fit that would never have happened today. To come on and say sack the manager and offer zero in the way of an alternative is absurd. So is saying ‘we should have signed Baines’ after watching Santos play one game! I don’t think he played that badly.

We were excellent for 45 minutes, and for 15 minutes at the end. We had an unbelievable 30 minutes where everything that could possibly go wrong went wrong. Who’s to blame? Every single player on the pitch and the management as a whole. So either sack ‘em all or shut up!

Fatgingergooner says:

September 17, 2011 at 6:14 pm  (Edit)

The manager and the squad were the right men to take us forward about five hours ago, that cannot change in one 30 minute horror show.

I just hope the side don’t dwell too much on this.

dandan says:


September 17, 2011 at 6:32 pm  (Edit) 


Good people; So a day to test the mettle of Arsenal fans everywhere, no doubt gloom and despondency will come leaping to the fore “ye Gods we have lost another football match, the end of the world is no doubt nigh”. No decent positives to be found anywhere. The manager must be hung drawn and quartered, as the only way the team will ever get more guts is to share his out.
 What a load of collective unmitigated crap we spout. Lady luck continues to treat us harshly; two own goals, and an offside goal did for us. How many teams would come back from that I wonder? Yet comeback we almost did.
 
Sure our defence got caught out but they are a new unit, our Brazilian fullback kept pushing up to far and we missed a couple of tackles. But where was the capitulation, so many have gone on about since the CC final last year. Who exactly gave up today, besides some disenchanted bloggers? Did you hear our away fans, they wont be blogging premature death notices. They will be at the Ems for our next three matches expecting our luck to turn and looking for a win. 
How good were some of those crosses we put in. Sod the Rose tinted glasses jibes, they don’t exist we are not that far away. TV and Jack plus the knowledge of playing together will put us back on track. They say that bad decisions even themselves out, well we have had more than our share thus far, so some poor bugger is going to suffer soon.
 Our next away game is the Spuds – don’t be surprised if the wrath of the football gods sends a traumatised Harry twitching and gibbering C.V. in hand to the England manager recruitment panel.



 

dandan says:

September 17, 2011 at 7:11 pm  (Edit)

FGG Well said my friend. Also hurting doesn’t mean you have to let it show. Positives can be found in any circumstance if you have the moral fibre to stand up and face the world with a smile.

Fatgingergooner says:

September 17, 2011 at 7:31 pm  (Edit)

We can try and make sense of that game but it was a freak as far as I’m concerned. We had 69% possession, 16 shots on goal. Any other time we would probably have won. It’s just unfortunate that the result has come at a time when we needed it least, but that’s usually how these things work. If we had won our first 4 games and then this happened we would be laughing at it!!!! It was THAT ridiculous.

From Total Arsenal’s match report on Arsenal Arsenal

I still have full confidence in the quality of our squad and Wenger’s desire and ability to change this round. However, this will take time and there is nothing we can do but hope that we will get back to winning ways soon. Losing to Blackburn hurts badly, and it is highly likely that we will get hurt and embarrassed again in the next few months, but now is the time to stand by our club, players and manager to see this period of transition through: we will need to win this battle by battle, game by game. Next game is Shrewsbury, COYRRG!

 

Big Raddy says:

September 18, 2011 at 10:32 am  (Edit)

Talk of relegation is way off the mark. What happens this season, happens.

The team is in transition and I believe that AW is the man to see us through it. He has built 2 great teams already and this will be another.

Andrew Dicomites says:


September 18, 2011 at 11:24 am  (Edit)

Let’s back off the manager and the team and provide support to the Arsenal. If we fire the manager now, what are the options? Lets give our manager and the team one last chance to put things right. We owe Arsene Wenger this chance to use the lessons learnt with a newly formed team to address the obvious weaknesses. Good relationships, communication, understanding and structure do NOT happen overnight.



 

Rob Lucci says:

September 18, 2011 at 12:18 pm  (Edit)

I expected this season will be a bumpy ride, and oh how it hurt my bump yesterday. But still, most of us enjoyed the first half performance, and it’s the defensive mid who orchestrated both of the goals ffs. What can be more exiting than that?

I believe this season will be just like the 2005/2006 seasons, when we lost Viera and scraped out to fourth place in the last day of the season. Hopefully our run in Champions League this season will be as good as that season’s. There always a way to be optimistic if you want to.

barumgooner says:

September 18, 2011 at 12:49 pm  (Edit)

Nice post Total, It’s good to read a sensible take on what happened. It’s easy to forget that it was absolutely lashing it down throughout the game and two of the goals were simply mistakes where a greasy ball just bounced off our guys and into the net. If Gerv had passed to RVP to make it 3-1 it would’ve been game over and we would all be praising the boys instead of running them down. Yesterday was a fluke result pure and simple. In the bigger picture we are in transition, its fair to say that we as a club AND MANAGER have had to make-do with average players for far too long, we now have some new players as well as some promising youngsters plus a world class ‘keeper at last. It will take time but we are I feel on the way back to where we should be.

dandan says:

September 18, 2011 at 1:57 pm  (Edit)

Super post Total,

Self flagellation has long been the favourite form of punishment for large numbers of Arsenal Fans, So why should we expect it to change in today’s world where instant gratification is also the expectation of so many.
Hence the constant barrage of negativity unleashed on the club’

My view; an exciting year lies ahead, as TV and Jack return and our players come to terms with each other.

Enjoy your disenchantment with AW and the board guys, it may well be that as the economy continues to go pear shaped you will have much to thank them for.

Time will tell

WiganGooner says:


September 18, 2011 at 3:34 pm  (Edit)

I know I am perpetually positive, but we have some great players who can really take us places. It’s still not too late to start getting some good results and restoring the confidence. For me, it’s heart-breaking to see so much negativity about the club I love. 
In my opinion Arsenal have the ability to be up there with the best teams in the world, Lady Luck wasn’t kind to us yesterday, but we have the personnel to be a great side again.
 Come on you Gooners!!
 



 

26may1989 says:

September 18, 2011 at 6:49 pm  (Edit)

This season will be hard, but this new side can’t be judged on the basis of one game. Yes, the defence was appalling in that second half, but it was also excellent against Dortmund a few days earlier. The creative side of our game has lifted with the new signings. Although I’m still worried about our striking options, my real concern is the squad’s psychology. But with a lot of hard work, and just a smidgeon of patience from the fans (ha ha, like that’s going to happen!), this is a side that can compete with a Spurs side that loses 5-1 at home and a Liverpool side that loses 4-0, and maybe even a City side that can’t beat Fulham and a Chelsea side that hasn’t looked too convincing this season.

harry says:

September 18, 2011 at 8:23 pm  (Edit)

I cant be doing with some of this wenger bashing, I am retiring from Blogging……..the hindsight brigade drain me……….Yes we have issues, it ain’t perfect, let’s get behind the team and the BOSS and give it till Xmas before we staring writing eulogies…

Fellow AA-ers – including those whose comments I did not have room for here, I salute you.

RockyLives

Arsène needs “A Man”

I think we need a new “Man”. Someone who knows about tactics, defence, motivation and substitutions. Trouble is this:  I like Arsène and want him to stay. So what’s to be done?

Some say that behind every great man there is a great woman. To that I say “whatever”. However, I do think that behind many great men there is “His Man”. Look no further than Bertie Wooster. Our leader needs a Jeeves.

Football is about opinions and can inevitably be divisive amongst even the bestest of mates. Opinions over trophies is one such issue, while debate over the manger will always rage. Arsène is no exception. This is normal.

My thoughts on the Boss are that he needs some help. That’s all. No big deal. Some will say that all of those aspects of the game are in the job description of Manager. I say, what utter piffle.

Did DB10 need managing? Of course not. Tony Adams? Yeah right. Henry? Would you tell him how to kick a ball about?  Thought not, me neither. In other words what does a manager do? Chew gum? Wear a cap while leaping up and down? Talk Northern? Fiddle the books?

Being totally honest, I could do the managers’ job. Easy. So could some of you J. The tricky bit is representing the club in the manner in which it likes to be portrayed. Harry and Spuds? Perfect fit. Ferguson and Utd? Cocky, rude, arrogant and again perfect fit. Northern team with northern manager, again, ideal. Chelsea and any of their managers….pretentious upstarts the lot of them. Works well.

This brings me on to Arsène and Arsenal. Of course I could do the footbally bit of manager, but represent the club as Arsène does? Not a chance. He’s the perfect figurehead. An ideal match.

So here’s my solution. Bin the Managers job. Waste of time. Crown Arsène King, and appoint “A Man” (cheap, loyal, discreet and wise).

A large part of the reason Managers are not very good is that they sit at ground level. Have you ever sat  Row 1, lower tier? Can’t see a bloody thing can you? Ever wondered why managers like Arsène rush home and watch replays on the telly? I’ll tell you. Never had a clue what was going on during the game itself. That’s why. Fear not though, I have a solution.

 Look, our owner does not attend, so why not install a throne middle front of the Directors Box and pop Arsène on it.

“Ah but..” I hear you say,”how could the King and His Man orchestrate things from up there?”. Simple. HRH is hooked up to the PA System. Can you imagine the booming voice echoing around the stadium…”Waaaalcott” (our little wide speed merchant gazing towards the heavens)…”Yes you. Would you mind awfully tracking back once in a while. Thank you so much”. Reverberating like thunder and sounding like the combined roars of Mars, Apollo and Zeus all rolled into one, there is no way our Little Hero will be ignoring that.

Before you all think I’ve taken leave of my senses, may I remind you that when our great club was founded, we were The Royal Arsenal.

Long Live The King (and his Man).

Written by MickyDidIt

Champions League dilemma

Despite finishing third and having the luxury of going straight in to the Group Stages of the Champions League, on Saturday night there is the very real prospect of Chelsea becoming the first London team to win the Champions League.

Chelsea beating Bayern would ordinarily be reason enough for us to throw ourselves off the nearest bridge but this year it will bring some pleasure as the cretins down the road will be crying off to play their European football on Channel 5.

Last Sunday brought the surreal thought that I’d actually like United to win the league. However that thought evaporated when I watched Fergie’s face go from exited puppy to dejected alchy just finding out the corner shop was out of Special Brew in fact i rewound and played back several times after they showed it on MotD. I didn’t watch the City celebrations, who would want to?

I recommend you all do the same on Saturday night, a Chelsea win will see me heading over to a Spuds blog to watch the toys fly out of the pram and watch Arry be kicked from pillar to post. A Chelsea loss and I will be glued to my screen watching Drogba cry in Terry’s arms, and thinking I wonder if Mata made the right choice (and how much can we have him for). I have never laughed louder than when Terry missed that potential match winning spot kick against United in 2008, especially because of the way he straightened his armband as he walked up.

Schadenfreude at times like this it’s all you’ve got.

Written by Gooner In Exile