Last night’s match was a very welcome sight; 3 goals, 3 delicious points and, barring a spell of around 4 minutes when West Ham had the lead, mercifully short of reason for concern or palpitations. As if often the case with Arsenal; what should be relatively straight forward invariably turns to nerve-shredding tension and reason to remove enormous clumps of hair in sheer terror. When there’s a quest ahead, it certainly appears that way to those of us who dedicate our spare time to following them. We have 5 games remaining this season, if they all go in a similar fashion to last night’s we might make it out of this season with our sanity in tact.
There’s a lot to talk about other than the very welcome result. Two players – Podolski and Giroud – stood out on the night for varying reasons. I thought I’d use this opportunity to discuss both.
Doesn’t that make me sound a touch self-important? Let’s be honest here; who the f**k am I anyway, other than a tall dandy with a glorious accent prone to covering himself in jam during moments of ill-advised ‘humour’. Often I’ll read through lengthy posts containing opinion and think to myself, “Really? Do you honestly think anyones cares what you have to say?”. I guess the key to blogging is the realisation that we’re all pretty much irrelevant in the grand scheme of things; just simple folk sharing our thoughts to those that might stumble upon them.
And now that person is you. Yes, YOU. My delicious reader. I must say you look lovely today. Have you done something different with your hair? I like it, it really suits you. Platitudes aside, I think I ought share that opinion of mine I mentioned earlier, you know; the one that came before 2 paragraphs of me waffling on without purpose.
Without question one of the best finishers I’ve ever seen. Lethally accurate in front of goal – like Colin Farrell in DareDevil, but relating to Football and not a bloody awful movie. He’s the one Arsenal player you’d want a chance in the 89th minute to fall to because, 9 times out of 10, he’ll bury it. If you check out a gambling guide on FIFA World Cup you’d probably find some decent odds on him scoring the most at the upcoming tournament.
However, he does have his lethargic moments. Last night he looked eager to be involved and took both his chances with great aplomb. When he plays like that it’s difficult to put forward a case for his exclusion. When the opposite occurs, when he shambles around looking about as interested as I do at a Dorothy Perkins (Ladieswear store, for those of you not in the UK) you can understand Arsene’s supposed reservations about him.
The man truly is baffling in that respect – his own worst enemy is a lot of respects.
It’s popular to hate on him at the moment. Granted, he’s hardly done himself any favours in recent weeks with lacklustre performances and nailing dubious trollops in seedy hotels, but his return as a centre forward is quite some distance from being bad; 19 goals and 8 assists (I think. It’s something like that…).
I’ve defended him in the past because I feel the scathing criticism he gets in unjust and I stand by that… To an extent. I’d agree with anyone who says he’s a little short of the standard of player we need to sustain a legitimate challenge for the title, but he is a good player. He works hard, has a decent touch and whilst he lacks the blistering pace of Thierry Henry or the skill of that Dutch fella who’s name escapes me, he does play for the team. That fact is very, very important.
What he needs is competition, help with the workload. People will tell you he’s the worst centre forward we’ve ever had, but when you get past those silly statements, it’s hard to really trash someone who simply is a good squad player. It’s not his fault he’s the only ‘proven’ striker at the club.
On that note, I think I shall end things. I’ve a day of ringing estate agents and getting really annoyed ahead of me. I hope you enjoyed the post and will head to the comments to share a few of your thoughts. I’ll endeavour to return as soon as I possibly can.
As always; thanks for reading, you beautiful bastards.