The Armchair Gooner

An Arsenal blog bringing you news, opinion and humour on a daily basis. Well, I'll try at the very least…

Raheem Sterling? No Thanks…

The scene of the crime

Morning, folks. 

I had a peculiar dream last night involving the most significant landmark in my native Bristol: Clifton Suspension Bridge. I say “dream”, but that may be doing it something of a disservice. It was a night terror – the type that leaves you bewildered a good 30-40 seconds after waking up. 

In the usually tranquil setting of my unconscious mind I had parked across the centre of the road causing traffic to come to a standstill whilst horrified members of the public watched as I threw Hull City’s entire first team squad off in alphabetical order (Huddlestone was a struggle).

Quite why I dreamt this is beyond me. I have no ill-feeling toward Hull and nothing but ambivalence towards their players. Perhaps there’s some profound meaning to be extracted by a trained mental professional… Alas, I’m utterly at a loss to explain where it came from and thought it warranted sharing. 

So… 

Today I thought I’d talk about the hullabaloo and rapture surrounding Raheem Sterling. 

The situation reminds me of Nicolas Anelka’s acrimonious departure to Real Madrid: talented, petulant young player with greedy advisors. I don’t pretend to know the ins and outs of the situation anywhere near as much as a dedicated Liverpool fan might. But from the outside looking in, it certainly appears that way. 

Arsene Wenger is known to be an admirer of Sterling. Taken purely on footballing ability, the kid certainly has talent in abundance. However, troubles begin to appear when you look at his attitude. To be quite frank, if I was a Liverpool fan I’d be happily rid of him. 

A 20-year-old with little or no accomplishments within the game has no right to critique the manner in which his Club is being run. Then you look at the alleged comments made by his agent, Aidy Ward, to the London Evening Standard;

“I don’t care about the PR of the club and the club situation,
“I don’t care. He is definitely not signing. He’s not signing for £700,000, £800,000, £900,000 a week,
“He is not signing. My job is to make sure I do the best with them (my clients). If people say I am bad at my job, or they are badly advised it does not matter.”

Those remarks have since been denied.  However, I feel there’s a huge proportion of truth to them.  Aidy Ward’s job is to secure the highest amount of commission for himself in a move for his client, and those comments only make it appears a move is being forced. 

Most importantly of all, I wouldn’t want to see Sterling at Arsenal because I don’t think he would be anything other than an unnecessary purchase. We have players who operate in his position that are of an extremely high standard and those still to show their full potential – Oxlade-Chamberlain, Gnabry – are players I’d sooner see given a chance to do so. 

Other areas of the team are more important. 

Our business over the coming months is sure to be interesting. I don’t believe we will see another marquee addition to rival Ozil and Sanchez. The nucleus of our squad is very strong. If Arsene Wenger opts to spend a significant amount I believe it wil be to improve either our goalkeepers or central midfield. There could very well be a surprise, but, all things considered, I can’t see us wrestling with Liverpool to sign a player for what would be a hugely inflated fee and for a player we don’t need. 

That’s all for today, folks. The comments are below – do you think we need Sterling? Let me know. I’ll be back soon. Until then, and as always; thanks for reading, you beautiful bastards. 

£25m Vidal, £50m Ramsey, Rosicky Stays And Beware The Fluff Serpent.

 

Grinning idiots…

Afternoon, folks.

This is the first post I’ve scribed from an iPad. Check me out; all fu*king fancy-pants product dropping like a unknown blogging version of Michael Bay. You’ll also have to excuse the indulgent picture of my girlfriend and me above. It’s the only one currently stored within my memory and I’m unsure how to import something a touch more pertinent. Truthfully, I’ve no inclination to try and it’s a decent picture of me. Aren’t I beautiful? Don’t answer that…

You can tell the summer is very much upon us. How? Simple; what was once an online community obssesed with picking apart performances and player ability has suddenly transformed. From the darkness obscured by competitive football has emerged the dreaded ITK, a hideous two-headed serpent whose central preoccupation is to fill the minds of the unsuspecting with giddying rumour.

Between now and the close of the transfer window in August, you can expect an onslaught of mendacious dross. It’ll be unrelenting, aching, hideous poppycock and I’m ashamed to admit there is a little part of me that enjoys it. I like to dream, I enjoy the odd fantasy away from the chores of daily life. When it comes to my beloved Arsenal, my face beams when I slip into my own world to begin picturing a player strutting his proverbial on the Emirates turf. Continue reading

1-1 Does The Job, But A Poor 1st Half Makes The Internet Explode.

Theo was delighted to hear Michael Bay won’t be directing another Transformers movie.

Morning, all.

Posts have been conspicuous by their absence the past couple of days mainly becuase I’ve not had the time and been putting my efforts into, shall we say, more enjoyable things and some distinctly less – work, for example. That’s not to say you delicious individuals aren’t of paramount importance to me. You are. It’s simply a case of other things will take precedence because they have to.

Plus, there hasn’t been much in the way of Arsenal news. No hot topics, no scandals, no huge transfer revelations. Just fluff. Thankfully, now that we’ve had some competitive football to sink our teeth into there are pertinent things to blather about. And that I shall do.

Before kick off – major cliché alert – I would have gladly taken a 1-1 draw away at Old Trafford. Anything other than a defeat practically assures us an automatic qualification place into the Champions League – barring a catastrophic meltdown in the remaining two games.  Continue reading

The Preening Self-Importance of Cristiano Ronaldo.

“God damn you, Gareth… Put the bloody thing in the net!”

Morning, folks.

There is little or no Arsenal news. Bugger all, as a matter of fact.

Thankfully, for the sake of me having something to write about, there is the small matter of a Champions League semi-final. Having witnessed Barcelona’s inevitable progression at Bayern Munich on Tuesday in batches – I was doing around 4 other things whilst the game was on – I decided I’d actually sit down and give Real Madrid against Juventus my full attention.

I lasted around 10 minutes before that attention started to drift. If Arsenal aren’t playing I find it very difficult to stay with a game in it’s entirety as I prefer to have it on the background and watch when a raised commentator’s voice piques my interest.

I’m writing this entry whilst the game plays in the background and Juventus have just spurned a guilt-edged chance to go 2-1 up on the night and put things to bed with a second away goal. As it stands the game has just entered the final 10 minutes and the cameramen seem more inclined to focus on Ronaldo every time Gareth Bale cocks something up in the hope of seeing our Portuguese friend throw one of his notorious hissy fits.  Continue reading

I Don’t Care If We Finish 2nd Or 3rd As Long As It’s Not 4th.

The race for those CL spots heats up…

Morning, folks.

The challenge for any blogger who aims to write every day is to find something to talk about when there isn’t much of anything to talk about. There’s often an uneasy state of purgatory between games where all the media attention is elsewhere and news surrounding your club is at a premium.

Not one for spewing out spurious guff or utilising bombastic titles in a serious manner  – I do frequently write stupid ones – I’ve decided to just let things flow from the top of my head without actually taking a moment to think about what I’m going to say.

I’m stumped.

I could discuss many things with you – topics ranging from the spectacular king prawn paella I made at work last night to my current feelings for all things Nando’s, which I, quite frankly, fu*king loathe.

However, all of that is extraneous poppycock.  Continue reading

Not Scoring, Not Scoring Arsenal; Defeat… Is it Fair To Blame Ospina?

“Hooorayyyy, I’ve let a bit of a soft goal in…”

Morning, folks.

That was bloody awful, wasn’t it…

From the moment the game kicked off it had the unmistakable stink of one of those frustratingly complacent and lacklustre Arsenal performances we’ve not seen in a while. I said yesterday I felt a degree of ambivalence, as the fixture carried with it no real significance. With a top 4 finish guaranteed, my attentions have started to slip from what is directly in front to the FA Cup final once the season is over.

It looked like the players adopted the same mentality. The first half was thoroughly abject and we seemed happy to saunter around with little or no urgency. The distribution from the back and onwards was lethargic and Swansea found it very easy to get players behind the ball and stifle our build up.

It almost had the feel of a pre-season game at the Emirates Cup to such an extent I half expected to see a Mexican wave unfold across the stadium as everyone’s interests dwindled. It truly was terrible and arguably the worst half of football the team have displayed this far – maybe not quite as bad as the 2nd half against Anderlecht.  Continue reading

Monday Night Football; Swansea, Team News and Starting 11.

Action from the 2-1 defeat in late 2014

Morning, folks.

I hate waiting. Whether it be in queues or traffic, I don’t have the patience. Ask my girlfriend, she’ll be only too happy to regale you all with tales of my verbal outbursts in the car and general inability to sit still for a period longer than 5 minutes. She does love a good old fashioned moan – invariably at my expense. She also has a great sense of humour and is laughing whilst I read this paragraph back to her – all while I sit patiently at her place awaiting a feast of roast chicken.

My lack of patience certainly applies to weekends without Arsenal games when we have to suffer what feels an interminable period of time until the glorious boys in red ‘n’ white make their way out onto the pitch.

Mercifully, 7:45 tonight sees the end of all that bloody waiting malarkey. Swansea City are in town and it’s a game in which victory will secure us one of the automatic Champions League qualification spots – I don’t much care whether we finish 2nd or 3rd as neither are 1st and that’s the one that really matters.

With the season winding down now that Chelsea are the title winners, it’s easy to take one eye off the remaining league fixtures and focus on the upcoming FA Cup final at the end of May. I find myself struggling to get really enthusiastic about tonight’s game and I’m pretty sure I’m not the only one. Continue reading