There’s some fairly alarming – but as yet unconfirmed – injury news to report. Yesterday Laurent Koscielny hobbled/limped/crawled out of training with and ankle injury. The severity of the damage is as-yet unknown, but given our defensive sick-list already includes Vermaelen and Monreal, the need for reinforcements in that area are all the more urgent.
Some outlets have used, as they customarily do, an injury to an Arsenal player to peddle their transfer dross to a world desperate for news. Perhaps Arsene’s hand will be forced into a move for Ashley Williams, but I don’t need hit-whoring balderdash to tell me something that’s fairly obvious. We’ve already allowed Djourou and Squillaci to depart, I would assume our manager is either looking to recruit, or feels we have the ability to promote from within.
On that subject, are you tired of all the transfer fluff? Me to. Today I thought would be the day I described to you a moment of pure, unadulterated elation I’ve experienced supporting Arsenal. It may not be a League winning goal, or moment of triumph over a great adversity. It is, however, something I remember vividly to this day.
Away at Aston Villa in the 2001/2002 season, I was present in the crowd. Unable to get a ticket to join the rest of my Arsenal friends, I made do with a section in the family enclosure. Not the greatest atmosphere, but I wasn’t too bothered. Villa Park isn’t as partizan as some grounds I’ve attended, and at no point did I feel my head would be removed from my shoulders should I so much as whimper in the away team’s favour.
My brother will tell you in great detail the look of sheer orgasm on my face when Robert Pires scored this goal in the 60th minute.
It was wide-eyed, jaw-agape, and as if at the point of glorious climax. If you’re female, reading this and have had the dubious honour of witnessing one of my sex faces, you’ll know exactly what I’m describing, only three-fold more intense. Seeing that goal live, above all the others I’ve seen, has stuck with me through the years. It may not be the best Arsenal have ever scored, or even Bobby himself, but to me it’s always been my absolute favourite.
The imputant manner in which he lobs Schmeichel, the skill to beat the Villa defender and the look on his face afterwards that screams, “Yeah – that was f**king brilliant, and I know it” ensure it will always reside within a special place in my heart.
So, today I’m going to put to you, the delicious reader, a question; What is your personal favourite Arsenal goal? Doesn’t have to be the best or the most critical, just one that’s always meant a little something more than the others.
We’re all tired of debating who we will/won’t sign, or wether we’ll sign anyone at all. For today, let’s share some moments that’ll put some smiles on a few faces.
I look forward to reading your comments below.
As always; thanks for reading, you beautiful bastards.