We’ve just done Easter, and in many parts of the world different faiths, beliefs, religions and stuff like that celebrate the arrival of spring, symbolizing re-birth and new beginnings.
For me, it is a time to review my stance. Cleanse the filth from my life. I bathe. I purify and I put on clean pants. Then I look backwards, and then forwards. Inevitably, this results in change, and I like change. Nothing symbolizes this more than the most underrated of all cerebral manoeuvres. The U-turn.
As usual, thinking makes me ponder Arsenal, and my outlook on things football is a kinda metaphor for my outlook on life. Drastic actions, like U-turns, are simple manoeuvres to execute, so the cautious would urge, urrr, caution I suppose.
Not me. Not when it comes to matters football, because it’s hardly life and death stuff is it? In many ways Arsenal are sitting in a fairly privileged position. Only the starry eyed dreamers and believers in elves and pixies would believe we’re going to win the league, while only end of the worlders would believe we won’t end top four. So, eight games remaining where we can really muck about, experiment and throw caution to where it belongs. In the wind.
Over to you lot. U-turns and change. What could we try to maximize these last few games, and you can include the catering.