I can barely keep my eyes open writing this. In recent weeks, I’ve been attempting my hand – oddly succesfully – at DIY around the house in light of it going on the market, working my job, podcasting and trying to prevent Big Ted from stockpiling potentially lethal weapons. Bloody Big Ted…
As you might imagine, I’m currently extremely tired. However, I intend to persevere with today’s blog as I’ve had enough of my recent slackness regarding regular content.
To the match.
At the time of kick-off, and throughout the 90 minutes of play, I was working. I’ve since watched as much of the game as possible, but I missed its entirety. If you’re ever working, and the only avenue through which you can listen to the game involves Stan Collymore, don’t bother. The man is ludicrously bombastic and utterly moronic. I assume the radio station he represents is TalkSport, as only they would employ someone so f**king dreadful.
I gleaned from the footage I have seen that Arsenal didn’t put in a vintage performance of attacking football, and perhaps allowed Stoke to creep into the game when they should have put a firm foot down. Mere side-notes as far as I’m concerned. Football can often be analysed to the point of exhaustion, and the only statistics that truly matter were the goals scored. We scored more than they did.
Yes – we did look shaky in defence at certain points. Most teams suffer from similar conditions. Arsenal’s rear guard seem to be constantly under scrutiny, and it should be mentioned that our overall record in the recent year isn’t at all bad – very good, in fact. Don’t pay too much attention to what your hear. In these times, sensationalism sells quicker than being rational.
Of the players, Flamini put in a solid, workmanlike performance, and looked to have deserved the MOTM award he received. I do love The Flame. He adds a little bit of bite to the midfield, something for opponents to think twice about. He’s tough and he protects the back four with discipline. Arteta will probably slot back into the role once he regains full fitness, but I’ll de disappointed to see Mathieu loose his place.
With 3 magical assists, it was an impressive home debut from Mesut Ozil. Seeing him bound about the plush green turf of The Emirates is a joy to behold. Our cunning little German simply oozes class, and when you consider he’s already got himself 4 assists in his first 3 games, it does make you drool in anticipation for what’s to come when he’s settled in fully. He plays the game with an enormous smile on his face. He said he needs to feel wanted to perform at his best, and that’s something I’m certain he is going to receive from the Arsenal faithful. I already love him to bits.
Of course, I have to mention Aaron Ramsey. Another great performance and another goal – a very satisfying one for all Gooners. With a bit of luck, that’s the whole Shawcross/leg break saga well and truly put to bed. Aaron continues to play well, and if there is a more in-form midfielder in Europe at present, I’m yet to see him play.
All in all, 3 welcome points, and we sit pretty at the top of the Premiership. Early days it may very well be, but it remains a nice perch for the time being.
Lastly today, the Gay Gooners. They had a banner up at the ground showing the support they have from the club. Some people have a problem with that. Why? It’s just a banner that states Arsenal have a gay fans and that they are supported. I see nothing in there that should offend anyone.
All the hullabaloo strikes me as silly. I don’t really care if certain members of our fans are gay or not. It’s none of my business and is, frankly, absolutely irrelevant. Perhaps I can understand why some feel a select group is getting the attention, but only to an extent. At the end of they day, when all is said and done; do any of you truly care remotely about another fans personal life?
I don’t at all. Why would I? I have no right to question others. Gooner is Gooner, as far as I’m concerned.
That’s all for today, flks. The comments below is the place to let loose the thoughts you have tumbling about your respective brains. Let’s be having a few.
As always; thanks for reading, you beautiful bastards.