By now, you’ll have either seen the maelstrom of hatred and abuse directed toward Mesut Ozil, or you will have, at the very least, heard all about it. If not, I suggest you sharply click away from this post.
I love Mesut Ozil. Long before he signed for Arsenal he was a player I admired from afar. The boggle-eyed German trickster has such grace and ability; a fabulous technician capable of making the tricky look simplistic. When he signed for us, I was elated. I consider us very fortunate to have him in our ranks. As maudlin as it may sound, the times I’ve watched him at Real Madrid made it all seem like a dream too good to be true viewing him in an Arsenal shirt.
Yesterday I saw some of the hatred directed towards him for missing a penalty. A penalty. He didn’t defecate on the Arsenal crest, punch Arsene Wenger in the face and run around the Emirates in a Spurs shirt screaming bloody murder, he blundered a spot-kick. The list of Arsenal greats from bygone era that have done the same is a very long one.
It appears since he signed for such a high fee folks expect miracles from him. In an age of easily accessible facts and statistics, couple with social media and all it’s trappings, people want everything immediately and as much as possible. If Ozil, our record signing, isn’t scoring 3 and assisting 2 goals per game, the world seems to implode around some.
So, when he misses a penalty, folks loose their sh*t. The don’t just let out a despairing yelp and be done with it; no – they take to the internet and fire vitriol towards a player to such an extent his teammates feel compelled to come out in his defence.
Think about that for a second. If you’re one of the moronic few that saw fit to lambast him via social media networks, it obviously hit someone’s radar. A player we’re very fortunate to have has probably seen just how cretinous certain elements of our fan-base are capable of being.
Mesut made a mistake with the penalty – no one could dispute his choice of languid run-up wasn’t especially inspired. It was, not to put too fine a point on it, utterly cack. After we went down to 10, he was deployed in a unfamiliar position and asked to track back and defend, neither of which are his strong points. Would you expect Fabianski to perform wonders playing up front? Would you scream obscenities and allow yourself to be overwhelmed with apoplexy if he didn’t create space and hold-up the ball? Not if your sanity was intact.
I don’t usually respond to what I see on Twitter. Doing so is silly and only really helps to make that foolishness all the more exposed. However, this was something I felt required a mention – an entire blog post in this instance. Ozil hasn’t showed us his best form, but even with that fact in mind, it should be mentioned that his contribution to the team isn’t exactly paltry. For his debut season, the goals and assist tally is not only very good, but better than the vast majority of his Premiership counterparts.
The guy has all the talent in the world. He’s in his debut season in an unfamiliar league with new surroundings to become accustomed to. Many that have graced our beloved Club has suffered in similar circumstances and come through to produce no end of wonderful moments and brilliant performances. Ozil can do the same, he can be as good as any of those that have preceded him. One thing I am certain of is this; he stands a much better chance of coming through any spot of adversity with the fans behind him, not against him.
That’s all for today, folks. The comments are below, use them to give me your thoughts on the Ozil situation. I shall return tomorrow at the usual time with more blathering and general tosh.
As always; thanks for reading, you beautiful bastards.