I enjoyed that game more than any other this season, and I was at The Emirates to witness the stunning beauty of those twenty minutes against Napoli.
First up though, I’d like to begin by talking about Sex, Baby. So, if you’re very old, then cast your minds back, and if you’re very young, then tune in, listen and learn.
Two versions to consider here. Both equally valid. One, the tantric style Sting and Trudie slow build up version with an epic climax, and second, what I’ll call The Pamela Anderson, out back for a relieving fast and furious quickie.
Alright, I think you can guess where I’m going with this. There are different types of match day experience. Some all thinky tactical beardy stuff, and some just raw passion. For all of the musicians on here, think of the kind of stripped bare, acoustic, no frills, distortion pedalless, nothing synthesized, pure stuff.
This game was always going to be about getting stripped down, no frills, no toys, just pure muscle flexing, sweating, teeth gritting love, drive, passion and above all patience.
Ok, the first half was pretty dull, the weather dreadful, and I felt for the poor sodden fans. Things is, there’s no such thing as a Free Lunch, as the expression goes. What they were treated to was one of those nailbiting, exhilhirating, edge-of-seat, tension filled, ballbreaking finales. Fantastic, my favourite.
Ok, so some days the sun shines, the football is elegant, and we dominate. Two up in twenty minutes, and cruising all the way to the line. Like some of that too, but, there’s no tension.
In terrible stormy conditions, Cardiff sailed up the M4, and floated their defensive flotilla in front of their goal. Fair enough, I thought. Good plan. Right then, what could we do about it.
We started with a front four of Podolski, Theo, Jack and Santi, and I wouldn’t have been alone in thinking that this could well turn out to be quite exciting. It didn’t. The first half was pretty dire. However, for me, this meant the second half had to be dramatic, as however it panned out, things were going to get edgy if we didn’t score early. We didn’t. Per came damn close with a couple of headers which surely would have found the net on any other day. Oh well, shit happens.
Boy, did the Lads do us proud though. 100% efforting going on all over the place. My MOTM Jack Wilshere was energy, thrust and die-for-the-cause energetic. Santi too, although far from the incredible form of last season, probed and kept trying to find the eye of the needle threaded ball needed to open up a packed defence. Into the last 10 at 0-0, and things were getting a little tense.
Crikey, now only two minutes of the ninety left.
Yessssssss, Nic Bendtner smashes home into the roof of the net. Brilliant, bloody brilliant. Can we hold on? Verm on for the injured Nic. Cripes, we’re going defensive. Brace yourselves peeps, things could get messy. Bugger, five minutes of Fergie time. Yessssssssss, Theooooooo. What a class finish with a delicate dink over the keeper in the 92nd. Three whole minutes for the fans to finally relax, sing and dance. What a finale, what a climax.
The team and the fans earned that, although our very own Chas, who was at the game, has just mentioned that “the moaning was reaching a crescendo” just prior to the Nic goal. Let’s not forget that breaking down a massed defence is not easy, whoever you are. Winning like that happens to be what Champions do.
Very much an afternoon for Sting Fans.
What a start to 2014. Top of The League, and now you’d better believe it.
Written by MickyDidIt