The Armchair Gooner

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

Internationals, England, Crocked Ozil And Ghetto Arsene.

“Dropping smarts on bitches in Y2K, ya’ll. Word”

Morning, folks.

Since the weekend’s thoroughly deflating defeat to Chelsea, I’ve not really felt like posting anything. This isn’t due to a sense of bitterness or overwhelming despair for the fortunes of my favourite team – not at all. Often blogging becomes tricky when my attentions are focused elsewhere.

That defeat wasn’t unexpected by any means, but did hurt nevertheless. Our performance did have positives, but when all is said and done, we simply lost to a team that are better than us and I find that painful to admit. Chelsea are anathema to me, a football club so egregious that it defies belief, however, when logic comes into play, it’s hard to dispute we are not as well-equipped as them to challenge on all fronts.

Mourinho saw areas of his team in desperate need of improvement and he bought in Fabregas and Diego Costa to address it. Continue reading

Predicted Starting XI For Chelsea And General Thoughts.

Jose Mourinho was looking forward to the game…

Morning, folks.

Here we are; the morning of the big game; the day of reckoning; the toughest away game of the season; bloody Chelsea. There’s very little positivity from Arsenal fans across the outlets I peruse today. Few see the potential for a result against arguably the most impressive team of the season thus far.

I wish I could disagree. Pessimism isn’t something I particularly like, it’s an ugly, consuming emotion, but you have to be realistic enough to admit we face a very tough game today. Perhaps the 6-0 debacle clouds judgement, perhaps supporter expectation isn’t as high this season. Whatever the reason, a draw today would be snatched from the offerer with both hands and slobbering glee.

Can we win the game? Yes, we can – if you scour betting sites such as Betfair, we have a reasonable selection of odds. For all their attacking abilities, Chelsea do have weakness – Fabregas alongside Matic is an area I think we could exploit – and they have shipped just as many goals we have. We also have pace in the side today, and that was a feature sorely lacking from the team that were so thoroughly decimated on Arsene 1000th game.

There are reasons to have hope. I can’t sit behind the TV expecting my team to lose a game. Our attacking quartet of Welbeck, Alexis, Oxlade-Chamberlain and Ozil can cause any team in football problems with their mix of pace and guile.  Continue reading

Arsenal Prepare to Launch Bid To Conquer The Axis Of Evil

Key man; Alexis Sanchez

Morning, folks.

I can’t sleep. The universe has conspired to allow me the rarity of a full weekend off from work to enjoy myself. Ideally, I’d still be in bed enveloped by glorious slumber. Sod’s Law dictates that I am not. I’ve been awake since 6.30am and am utterly unable to get back to sleep.

Drat.

Oh well, I might as well use these early morning hours to do something worthwhile and productive (if you can call blogging such things). The kettle has just boiled so it’s time for the sweet sanctuary of tea…

*slurps egregiously*

*exaggerates that “Ahhhhhh” noise only a wonderful cup of tea evokes*

Right, let’s scour the internet for stuff.

*looks at porn*

*returns 10 minutes later, panting heavily*

Tomorrow we face Chelsea. Even at this stage of the weekend’s football extravaganza, my stomach is in knots, swirling like a maelstrom of dread. Continue reading

Welbeck’s Trio, Alexis, Mesut, Cazorla And An Enjoyable Evening.

A star in the making…

Morning, folks.

After all the dejected bleating, the snide, opportunistic comments from alleged journalist and the general air of animosity a draw against Spurs created amongst the Arsenal community, wasn’t it nice to watch a routine and comprehensive victory?

I thought so. There’s no explosion of rage on Twitter, no interminable hit-seeking dross spewed out by obsolete journalists *Coughs… Neil Ashton* and there’s no warring factions competing in horrendously self-important ‘versus’ battles on podcasts. For the time being, all is peaches and cream.

There are only positives to glean from last nights 4-1 victory. Undoubtedly Chelsea at Stamford Bridge will prove a sterner test than a Galatasaray side notorious for travelling poorly in Europe, of that there is not question. Yet that fact shouldn’t take anything away from the attacking verve and pace we displayed last night.

Danny Welbeck will take the plaudits. Rightfully so. Like many of you, I was a touch underwhelmed  when the deal bringing him to the Emirates was announced. But only initially. Continue reading

Flamini, Arteta, Ramsey, Spurs and Reasons To be Cheerful.

Mesut was left awe-struck by Welbeck’s fabulous dummy.

Morning, folks.

The weekend proved something of a hectic event for me. Not hectic in the sense that enjoyable, hedonistic pursuits were enjoyed. Alas, no. It was a filled to the brim with work and other irksome undertakings that impinged upon my ability to write for you.

Whilst many of you will have attended the game or watched in the comfort of your homes, my observations came courtesy of the Sky App on my friend’s phone, an unpredictable internet connection at work and no small measure of disregard for my duties. Once the derby was underway, my productivity dropped to such an extent I might as well not have been at work at all – some might argue there isn’t much difference from normality there….

Two days on, my feelings still remain a mixed bag. Here’s a few examples of the good points and the bad as I saw them. Continue reading

Diaby Is The Answer To All Our Troubles And Pilfering Stan Kroenke.

Smiling all the way to the bank…

Morning, folks.

Having just this moment completed the arduous trek from my home to Kwik Fit to drop off Clarence (Yes – I have a name for my car. Don’t judge me) it is with a sense of great accomplishment I throw myself into today’s entry.

Firstly, I should briefly cover Tuesday’s defeat in the Capital One Cup.

Given that it isn’t a competition that’s awash with glorious tradition and prestige, a small part of me doesn’t see it as the end of the world. If offered the choice to sacrifice progression in one competition in favour of others, I’d hazard a guess most wouldn’t be too slow to choose the COC. However, regardless of what you may feel about it, it is a very realistic chance of a day at Wembley and a shimmering trophy. For that reason, going out at such an early stage with a relative whimper disappoints.

During the game itself, there was a mixed selection of performances. Some of the younger/fringe players (Hayden, Bellerin, Ospina, Diaby) put in decent performances. Other more established members of the squad (Rosicky, Podolski) looked, to be quite frank here, bloody awful. Rosicky I can forgive a bad performance because of his verve and enthusiasm and the irregularity of them occurring. Podolski, on the other hand, I find hard to defend.  Continue reading

Pass Debuchy To The Left Hand Side. For Three Months…

Not so chipper at present…

Afternoon, you gorgeous bunch of scallywags.

Having not been able to post recently due to limited time and other ‘exploits’ taking precedence, it is with glorious fanfare I return to your screens – I should note that those ‘exploits’ aren’t quite as saucy or debauched as it might imply.

Since that howler in Germany on Tuesday night, we’ve had a lovely little 3-0 victory over the course of a weekend that saw great hilarity. Amongst many results that favoured us, my personal highlight was the ‘Gaalacticos’ quite wonderfully blowing a 2 goal lead away at Leicester.

All is fine and dandy at the moment with Arsenal. And then comes a little bit of bad news, welcomed like I’d imagine I would an ageing prowler brandishing frozen trout with a menacing glare (That’s not welcome at all, just to clarify). Continue reading