Give Us A ‘C’: Arsenal Alternative Alphabet

May 28, 2014

And so we move on to the ‘C’ words in our alternative Arsenal Alphabet.

C is for:

Charlies

We Arsenal fans have been blessed with a simply wonderful pair of Charlies: first, there was Charlie George – an Islington boy who went from terrace tearaway to Wembley wonder. The picture of him lying on the turf with his arms in the air after scoring in the 1971 FA Cup Final is one of the most enduring Arsenal images of all time. Our second Charlie is Charlie Nicholas, the mercurial, genius Scot whose goals clinched us the first trophy of the George Graham era (he scored a brace against Liverpool in the 1987 League Cup Final). Sadly his love of the high life soon grated with disciplinarian Graham and he was on his way not long after that Final. However he’s still very fondly remembered by the supporters.

Chicken

Whenever we need a laugh all we need to do is glance up the Seven Sisters Road and look at their ludicrous club crest: a chicken standing on a basketball.

Clock

How many great moments have been shared by the faithful beneath the Clock End at Highbury? The only mystery about the clock is why it took the club so long to figure out that they should install it at the new ground when we moved to Ashburton Grove. At least they got there in the end.

Curse

There was a story put about that, when the stadium was being built, a construction worker who supported the Spuds buried a Totteringham shirt somewhere on the site in an attempt to curse us. Given the shaky start to our trophy efforts at the Grove some Gooners even began to give credence to this tale. Well, the FA Cup win over Hull should put paid to that nonsense. The buried Spud shirt had all the efficacy that Spud shirts normally have – namely none.

Crocks

If only, if only… how many times in recent years have we wondered what might have been if our key players had managed to stay out of the treatment room? Our injury record is simply appalling and I really hope that dealing with this recurring problem is a priority this summer. Although the portents are not good: apparently we’ve agreed a three year deal for Mr Bump, while we have also made an official bid for Humpty Dumpty.

Cashley

Poor, poor Cashley Hole. He could have been an Arsenal lifetime legend, instead he almost crashed his car because of our terrible pay offer of 60 grand a week, held illegal meetings with The Special Needs One and decamped to Chav Towers, lured by filthy luchre and the attraction of the club’s impressive three year history. Now the Chavs don’t want him any more and he’s trying to find a new club. He needs to start calling up his contacts… now where did he put that mobile phone?

OK, over to you for your own C Word contributions…

RockyLives


Thinking about our squad………..

May 27, 2014

I’ve been looking at our squad lists because in all the talk of transfers, what doesn’t seem to get much discussion, is how we aim to fill our squad of 25, and leave room for the youth to come through. Which of course is now essential with the homegrown rules in place. So before we look outside, let’s look within.

This was our squad list last season.

Arteta Amatriain, Mikel (No)
Bendtner, Nicklas (Yes)
Cazorla, Santiago (No)
Diaby, Vassiriki Abou (No)
Fabianski, Lukasz (No)
Flamini, Mathieu (No)
Gibbs, Kieran James Ricardo (Yes)
Giroud, Olivier (No)
Koscielny, Laurent (No)
Mertesacker, Per (No)
Monreal, Ignacio (No)
Ozil, Mesut (No)
Park, Chu Young (No)
Podolski, Lukas (No)
Ramsey, Aaron James (Yes)
Rosicky, Tomas (No)
Sagna, Bacary (No)
Szczesny, Wojciech Tomasz (Yes)
Vermaelen, Thomas (No)
Viviano, Emiliano (No)
Walcott, Theo James (Yes)

Ricardo Gibbs and Amatriain Arteta. Brilliant.

So that was a list of 21, with 5 Home-grown players. We also added Kallstrom in January. I think we will lose 6 of these players (Bendtner, Park, Fabianski, Sagna, Viviano and Kallstrom.) of which only Bendtner counts as home grown. That will leave us with a list of 16 and 4 home-grown players. Only Carl Jenkinson and Jack Wilshere from our current first team are required to be added to our list for 2014-15. Which would make it a list of 18, with 6 homegrown players. So we can add 5 more non-homegrown players this season.

So before any additions our squad will look like:

GK:  Szczesny*

RB:  Jenksinon*

LB: Gibbs*, Monreal

CB: Per, Kos, Verm

CM: Arteta, Diaby, Flamini, Ramsey*, Rosicky, Wilshere*

AM: Walcott*, Cazorla, Podolski, Ozil

ST: Giroud

Obviously we need to buy players in various positions to have a complete squad, and a squad that is good enough. However, we also need to consider bringing players through our youth ranks. Will they be incorporated into first team action? Indeed, some of them already are.

Now, my knowledge of the Arsenal Reserves and youth teams is fairly limited these days and I had to do some internet scouting to find out about most of them. Some names are familiar because they have been mentioned on and off in the media. Others are just wild punts. I may have left some talented players out, or got the positions wrong for some of the ones I did include. However, such as it is, this is the list I compiled of players we have coming through (or out on loan), along with the years in which they need to be registered.

GK: Damien Martinez (2014), Matt Macey (2016), Deyan Illiev (2017) Josh Vickers (2017)

RB:  Hector Bellerin (2017), Tafari Moore (2020)

LB: Brandon Ormonde-Ottewille (2017), Arinse Uade (2017)

CB: Johan Djourou, Ignasi Miquel (2014), Daniel Boateng ( 2014), Semi Ajayi (2015), Zach Fagan (2016), Isaac Hayden (2017), Julio Pleguezelo (2020)

CM: Francis Coquelin, Samuel Galindo (2014), Chuks Aneke (2015), Thomas Eisfeld (2015), Jon Toral (2017), Jack Jebb (2017), Kris Olsson (2017), Gedion Zelalem (2019), Dan Crowley (2020)

AM: Ryo Miyaichi (2014), Joel Campbell (2014), Wellington Silva (2015), Alex Oxlade-Chamberlain (2015), Serge Gnabry (2016), Zak Ansah (2016), Tarum Dawkins (2017), Alex Iwobi (2018)

ST: Yaya Sanogo (2015), Benik Afobe (2015), Chuba Akpom (2017), Austin Lipman (2017)

Although we certainly can’t plan to shape our squad to accommodate some players who may (or may not) need to be registered in the next 5 years, but seeing as some of them are talented, and the homegrown rules account for at least 8 of a squad of 25 players over the age of 21, we cannot be completely blind to their talent while going out to purchase a player.  For example, Zelalem. No one wants to hear the line about ‘killing’ Denilson again, but at the same time, here is a player who can count as an U-21 for the next 5 seasons, and yet he is on the fringes of the first team. Surely we must be aware of making space for him in the squad eventually. That of course includes looking at player contracts, planning the evolution of a squad with the right balance, depends on opportunities that open up in the future in the transfer market etc.

So for me the question is how many spots can be made available to our U21 players? (To add depth, not to compromise on quality) The ones I’d like to see get a chance would be, Martinez (3rd choice GK), one of Miquel (out of contract)/Ajayi/Hayden as 4th choice CB, one midfield spot for either Aneke or Eisfeld. And Joel Campbell to come in as well.

Ox (obviously), Gnabry and Sanogo are already members of the first team I think. Akpom and Zelalem seem very talented but I think they might need a loan first. For others like Ryo, Afobe, Wellington and Coquelin, sadly, I think the time has come and gone. What do you think?

P.S. This article was written before Arsenal released certain players. Aneke, Tarum Dawkins, and Zak Ansah among them.

Written by Shard


A very happy 26th May Gooners

May 26, 2014

1989. I was at my peak. A season ticket holder on The North Bank, and I hadn’t missed a home game. Two more left at Highbury to Derby and Wimbledon, and we can wrap it up. We blew it, then watched in horror on the Tuesday as Liverpool put five past West Ham, leaving us having to win by two clear goals at Anfield.

“I remember I was at the Football Writers’ dinner when Liverpool played West Ham,” recalls Smith. “They kept scoring, two, three, four… and we kept saying, ‘How many have we got to beat them by now?’”

Michael Thomas was equally confused. “Then George came over, messing around, punching me in the arm, saying, ‘Two-nil? Not a problem!’”

Over the past four years we’ve had great posts celebrating this anniversary, we have two bloggers – MickyDidIt89 and 26may1989 – that remind us every day that when it was up for grabs, the Arsenal team of 1989 grabbed it.

This is Big Raddy’s story of arguably the Greatest Day in Arsenal’s history.

May 26 1989, a day never to be forgotten in Gooner history, but also a preface to the modern Arsenal. Here is my story of the evening and why I think it changed the face of our fabulous club.

The run up to the game is embedded in the history books, but no-one can effectively describe the disbelief and despair that echoed around Highbury following the 2-2 home draw to Wimbledon. We had a 12 point lead over Liverpool at Xmas and had seen it whittled away to being 3 points behind. We had thrown away 5 home points in two games against poor opposition. We had choked. Goodness knows the furore had there been blogs in those days – Samaritans would have been busy!

The drudge home after the Dons game was very long. I gave little hope for our chances at Anfield and didn’t even try to get a ticket, but approaching the game I dug deep, sought some “mental strength,” found some fighting spirit.

It should be noted that the game was on a Friday night…. unheard of in those days and rare now.

My wife, thinking that football was a Saturday sport, had booked us to go to a dinner party at her new Boss´s (let’s call him Rupert) flat in the centre of Hampstead. She worked in the media business, and all the guests were from Saatchi & Saatchi.  I told her that I couldn’t attend unless I could watch the game through dinner, her response was to tell me to call Rupert. And here we come to the huge social change that came about that night, and in my opinion changed the face of football forever.

This was the season of Hillsborough, the reputation of English football fans was at an all-time low. If you liked football you were either violent or ignorant and uncultured. Football was for Yobs. Rupert, being cultured and polite, was delighted to hear from me and said that as a guest of course I could watch the game, but ….. I would have to sit at the table with the sound off and participate in the conversation.

We arrived and were shown into a beautiful dining room with a long table and I was sat at the end with a separate table for my 14″ TV. I felt humiliated and less-than, however my addiction came first and I was satisfied. The host had caterers to do the food and serve the wine allowing him to concentrate on his guests. Needless to say., I was at the opposite end of the table to him, due to his assumption that my passion must mean I was incapable of enriching any intelligent conversation.

Seriously, to those youngsters who read this, football fans were viewed as stupid. There were no University courses in Sports Management, no Soccer Academies etc et

So, the first half comes and goes and I am getting tense. At half time people were very “nice” to me, commiserating as though I had lost a pet. Champagne was flowing around the table, some guests went to the toilet to “powder their nose” and I sat there non-communicative, wishing I could find somewhere dark to be alone.

Second half kicked off. Smudger scores. I jump up shouting; they look at me as though I have escaped from a Psychiatric Unit, BUT and here is the start of the change – they got caught up in my passion. Rupert asked me to turn the TV so he could see it. Questions were asked “Who is the tall bloke who keeps raising his arm?”, Why don’t they shoot more? ( 😉 )”, “Why , when Arsenal play in red & white are they playing in yellow and blue?” Needless to say, I was incapable of speech.

The Mickey T moment. Never ever to be forgotten. It replays in my mind in slow motion (as I am sure it does for you). The whole table went mental. Jumping in the air, hugging, back-slapping and shouting. My main recollection was thinking “Where is my coat, I have to get to Highbury…”. but Rupert and his friends were high on the game. They had really enjoyed watching a half of football. They connected! If Big Raddy  – a less thuggish man you could never meet – was a football fanatic, it couldn’t be just razorblade toting thugs that went to Highbury.

I am ashamed to say that I “liberated” a couple of bottles of bubbly, grabbed the wife, and scedaddled as fast as I could to N5. I was dropped off outside the Gunners Pub carrying the champagne which lasted about 4 minutes.  The Fever Pitch film got it right, there was an enormous street party, a feeling of camaraderie never repeated. The noise was deafening and I stood on the Marble steps until around 3 a.m. Even at that time the Holloway Road was awash with jubilant Gooners , sharing laughter and booze. Fantastic.

I met Rupert and a number of the fellow guests over the following seasons. All had bought season tickets at Highbury and were as knowledgeable and connected to the Arsenal as any Gooner. Football had become the Cocaine of the Masses!

This is what the Guardian write of the game and the social effect….

“Many cite the match as a pivotal turning point in English football. Writing in The Guardian, Jason Cowley notes how instead of rioting, as had occurred at Heysel with fatal consequences, Liverpool fans stayed on after the game and applauded Arsenal “as if they understood that we were at the start of something new; that there would be no returning to the ways of old”. Cowley describes the match as “the night football was reborn” and that the event “repaired the reputation of football”.

The match is not only seen as the starting point of a renaissance in English football, but also the moment where people started to see the untapped commercial potential of live football on television.”

“Good Old Arsenal We are proud to say that name”

Big Raddy’s story.


Give Us A ‘B’: The Alternative Arsenal Alphabet

May 25, 2014

Continuing the Alternative Arsenal Alphabet, we move on to the letter B which, when lying on its side, looks quite comical.

Please remember this is the ALTERNATIVE alphabet, so don’t scream and shout at the absence of Brady and Bergkamp.

Boring

There was a time, when we kept winning games 1-0 and when George Graham’s famous defence was meaner than Scrooge, when we fans actually revelled in the ‘Boring, Boring Arsenal’ epithet. But it was much more fun later on when Arsene arrived and we became ‘Scoring, Scoring Arsenal.’

Battle of Old Trafford

It was September 2003… Arsenal and Manchester United were the two best teams in the country; Patrick Vieira and Roy Keane were in their pomp; the rivalry was intense. Vieira was sent off in the 80th minute after receiving two yellow cards in three minutes – thanks in part to play-acting by Van Nistelrooy. In the dying seconds, with the score at 0-0, United won a penalty. Van Nistelrooy took it but it hit the bar. The reaction from the Arsenal players was fantastic – with Martin Keown bouncing in the Dutchman’s face like a demented Zebedee. A mass scuffle broke out, leading to five Arsenal players and two United players later being fined.

Battle of the Buffet

A little over a year later and we were back in Manchester with a 49 match unbeaten run under our belts. Mike Riley and a ridiculous dive from the Granny Shagger conspired to end our run. The fun really started in the tunnel, when scuffles broke out and Cesc Fabregas lamped a pizza onto Alex Ferguson’s head. The first and only time a pizza has been served with an extra topping of twat.

Bragg

Melvyn Bragg – or Lord Bragg to you – is one of our celebrity fans – and as one of the most erudite and intelligent gents in the land (check out his wonderful “In Our Time” show on Radio 4), it just goes to show that Arsenal supporters are the brightest and the best. By contrast the Spuds boast Darren Day and Chas ‘n’ Dave among their support, while the Chavs have David Mellor and Michael Greco.

Banana

Chelsea fans can bombard our players with a thousand sticks of celery at Wembley and that’s OK; Spud fans can pelt an injured player (Theo) and the stretcher bearers who are carrying him with coins and that’s OK. One Arsenal fan throws a single banana at Gareth Bale and he gets banned for three years (perhaps he should have launched an a-peel). Mind you, I did like this line from the trial: “Thomas Flint, who, the court heard, has no interests other than football, was sentenced to a three-year football banning order, fined £250 and ordered to pay costs of £85 and a £25 victim surcharge.”

Buying Trophies

It may work for the Oilygarchs of Manchester and West London, but I am delighted to say that it’s something that Britain’s classiest club does not engage in.

Right that’s a few to get you started… now over to you.

RockyLives

 


Big Units for Arsenal.

May 24, 2014

Before anyone says how a little terrier-like defensive midfielder could “do a job” for us, let me tell you a story which highlights perfectly that height matters.

As a child, my elder brother and I would be sent to the Highlands of Scotland to spend two miserable weeks of our Summer Holidays with Uncle Earnest.

Earnest now has a vicious Highland Terrier called Duncan. However, Duncan’s Grandfather on his paternal side was called Dougal, and this was the beast we encountered.

My Uncle thought it would be fun for him to watch (while being character building for us)  “Hunt the Children”. We were given a twenty minute head start, before the vicious little bastard was released. We knew this game was on the cards and were prepared. Being clever ten and twelve year olds, we made our way swiftly across a short open patch of moorland to a small copse, where we had prepared our hide. A cunning platform located three feet in the air among the branches of a rowan tree, with a pre-assembled armoury of chosen rocks. Dougal arrived. We hurled down said missiles from our lofty station, and killed the bastard stone dead.

Good you may well say. Mmm, ok, but not soon enough, as the bastard had already fathered a Son, Angus. We never did kill Angus, who in turn, went on to father the ghastly Duncan.

Still, a lesson to be learnt. Had Dougal been taller, he could have leapt like a salmon and eaten us. See, height matters.

Now, our new Defensive Midfielder at Arsenal. Six foot one inch is the minimum.

During this season, I remember reading on here how someone, in praising the undoubted work rate of Ollie G, also stated what a great headed clearance he had made from some opposition corner or other. My first thought was “I don’t want my Centre Forward anywhere near our own goalmouth”. I want him poised near the half way line ready for some blistering counter attack.

Now first up, Ollie is not the world’s finest header of the ball anyway, but surely a deaper lying Big ‘Un would serve us well. This way there would be no need for our French stud to have to be in that position, as he not covering for our height challenged midfielders?

This kind of brings me on to ask myself the question:

“Can there ever be a case where a Big ‘Un is not preferable to a Little ‘Un, and I mean in any position.”

Sure, there are the twinkle toed genius’ like Messi and Maradona, but a side has more power and versatility with the likes of a Zidane or a Ronaldo (Lady Boy version), as well as all the magic dust.

Thank goodness my Uncle Earnest was no tactical genius like me, otherwise he would have opted for a larger breed of hound, and think how much more fun would his Summers have been in watching the odd Nephew getting eaten. How he would have enjoyed that.

Written by MickyDidIt


FA Cup win 2014 – A Canadian Celebration

May 23, 2014

The Game is still to be played………..

The Cup is still to be raised……….

The Story is still to be written………..

 

The game has now been played the Cup has been raised and here is GunnerN5’s story –

At 8:00 a m on May 17, 2014 GunnerN5, JnrGunnerN5 and Mrs. GN5 left London Ontario for the 2.5 hour drive to The Mad Hatter in Mississauga Ontario, we dropped Mrs. GN5 off at a friends house on the way. JnrGN5 was supposed to be the driver but he was still exhausted after attending a junior hockey cup play off game on Friday evening and partying into the early hours of Saturday morning, but at least he picked us up on time. Anyway GN5 ended up being the driver and was accompanied on the journey by snoring from both Mrs.GN5 and JnrGN5, which they both adamantly deny.

We arrived early expecting a full house but to our pleasant surprise we were the first to arrive and they let us in even though the pub would not officially open for another 45 minutes.

GN5 Before FA Cup (1)

We picked the best table, with an unrestricted view of the TV and saved a spot for neamman, who was meeting us there. The Mad Hatter is not a big pub and is only licensed to hold 180 people but on big game days the pub overflows.

GN5 at Mad Hatter

Arsenal doesn’t command a huge amount of supporter’s in Mississauga but they are a loyal, loud and passionate group and by the time the game kicked off our section was full, so arriving early really helped. Suffice to say that we were all left stunned after 9 minutes, going down 2-0 was totally unexpected and quite shocking, but we felt that by Hull getting their goals early left us with more than a fighting chance of getting back into the game. Sheer pandemonium broke out after Santi’s incredible goal from his laser guided free kick and our undying faith in the team was being justified.  GN5 was drinking alcohol for the first time in two months and the effect of the red wine was enhanced by the goal, so I ordered another carafe.

Arsene made a critical substitution by bringing on Sanago for Podolski, changing to a 4-4-2 system which caused Hull’s 3 center backs trouble for the first time in the game but the tying goal was still elusive. At the 71st minute Laurent Koscielny managed to make the noise level (after Santi’s goal) seem quiet, as this time I felt the noise reverberating off of the ceiling and I desperately wanted to hear that noise just one more time – I ordered another carafe of red wine.

When extra time started my instinct told me that there would only be one winner as the calmness of our manager and the resolve in our team would prevail, however I still felt a tinge of apprehension. Arsene made two more astute substitutions by bringing on Jack Wishere and Tomas Rosicky their combined energy and inventiveness created havoc in the Hull defence.

However, it was left to Aaron Ramsey – who left Wembley in tears as a schoolboy following defeat with Cardiff in the 2008 final against Portsmouth – to complete a remarkable turnaround, when from the edge of the box, he crashed home a smart back heel from Olivier Giroud on 109 minutes. Our Welsh wonder boy turned my apprehension into euphoria and the Pub simply exploded into unadulterated elation and everybody went insane, the noise level was deafening, the singing was loud and it seemed to last an eternity.

GN5 Arsenal win FA Cup

GN5 has not felt this good about a FA Cup victory since Alan Sunderland slid in the winner against Manchester United in the 1979 Cup Final. The wine and the team had cast a magic spell over GN5 and I was too deep into my trance to be the driver on return trip – and long may the trance last….

Arsene lifting fa cup

 

Arsene getting tossed

 We are The Arsenal – who are we? – We are The Arsenal

Finally lets have a look a bit further back in our history and look at Arsene Wenger. He has won an incredible 5 out of 6 of his FA CUP FINALS – we are simply blessed to have him as our manager and history will eventually silence his critics.

We are The Arsenal – who are we? – We are The Arsenal

 

Written by GunnerN5

 


Lee Probert: Worst Cup Final Referee Ever?

May 20, 2014

I would not be writing this Post if we had lost.

Why?

Because in the crapstorm that would have inevitably followed, any complaints about the referee would have been written off as sour grapes.

But, basking in the still-warm afterglow of that most tortuous, thrilling and ultimately satisfying of Cup Final victories, I feel that Probert’s performance should not pass without detailed comment.

Frankly he was appalling.

The vast majority of his misjudgments went against The Arsenal, but Hull were also on the wrong end of a couple of decisions (not least the fact that the corner that led to our equaliser should actually have been a goal kick).

In the first half he allowed Hull’s clearly deliberate tactic of rotational fouling to go unpunished for far too long.

You didn’t have to be Einstein to work out that part of Steve Bruce’s pre-game instructions to his players would have been to “get in our faces” and disrupt the fluidity of our midfield work.

Rotational fouling (where players take it in turns to commit the fouls to reduce the likelihood of yellow cards) is a tactic straight out of the Alex Ferguson playbook and one with which Bruce is undoubtedly familiar.

These days referees are meant to be alert to the tactic and will normally issue a yellow after, say, the third deliberate little foul even if it is only the first offence for that particular player.

Probert allowed foul after foul to go by without producing a card. Although Arsenal started the game hesitantly, the referee’s refusal to deal with this illegal Hull tactic undoubtedly contributed to our slow start.

This is from the BBC’s Live Blog of the game:

9:06

Foul by Stephen Quinn (Hull City).

11:02

Foul by Liam Rosenior (Hull City).

14:29

Foul by Ahmed Elmohamady (Hull City).

14:41

Foul by David Meyler (Hull City).

15:30

Foul by Alex Bruce (Hull City).

17:57

Foul by Alex Bruce (Hull City).

23:19

Foul by Liam Rosenior (Hull City).

27:02

Foul by Jake Livermore (Hull City).

29:47

Foul by Tom Huddlestone (Hull City).

42:33

Foul by Matty Fryatt (Hull City).

Ten fouls in a little over half an hour, by seven different players: a textbook example of Rotational Fouling in action.

The fact that Probert did not produce a yellow card for a Hull player until well into the second half (Tom Hundredstone was booked on the hour mark) is simply terrible officiating.

I have already mentioned that we should not have been awarded the corner that led to our second goal (the ball went straight out off Sanogo’s heel) and it’s no surprise that that’s the one aspect of Probert’s performance the media have focused on. But it’s also worth noting that Hull’s second goal came from a free kick that was not a free kick (it should have been a throw-in to Hull).

Then we come to the penalties. Or, rather, the non-penalties, since they were not given.

Here’s what I remember from watching live:

A Hull defender saving a possible goal inside his own six yard box with his hands: the ball deflected onto his hands from quite close by – but it should have been a penalty because his hands were not in a “natural” position – they were raised above his head in the manner of a goalkeeper.

Giroud being dragged to the ground by Hundredstone, whose trailing arm was around the Frenchman’s throat.

Santi Cazorla skinning Davies in the Hull area then getting tripped.

Santi being bundled over in the area with an elbow in the back moments before the ball had reached him (I make this latter point because there could have been an argument – still flimsy – that, had he been in possession of the ball, it was a legitimate attempt at a tackle. But without the ball – a clear and blatant foul).

I may even have missed one, but the four penalty shouts above were all, to me, clear penalties.

You never expect to get all your legitimate penalty shouts (especially if you’re an Arsenal fan) but to get zero out of four? Very, very odd.

Which brings us back to Probert.

Is it possible that he had it in for Arsenal? Well, if this were an episode of CSI, you wouldn’t have to look far for a motive. In 2009 he was the fourth official at Old Trafford when Arsene Wenger was sent to sit among the United supporters for the heinous crime of kicking a water bottle.

When the League Managers Association subsequently apologised to Le Boss, its chief executive Richard Bevan said

Probert totally failed to manage the situation and created a needless pressure point taking the focus away from the pitch in a big event with only a minute to go.

No-one likes to be publicly criticized – and for those who are it is often easier not to focus on their own failings and, instead, to project the blame onto the true victim (in this case, Arsene).

Could Probert have a grudge against Arsene Wenger? Possibly.

But perhaps a more realistic explanation was given by Shard in the comments here on AA:

I didn’t think he was necessarily out to screw us. But this is where the media coverage makes a difference. He knows he’ll get a much easier ride in the media (and hence with his bosses) if it’s Arsenal he screws over rather than Hull. Hence his reluctance to give a penalty even when they were quite obvious.

“Because just in case it shouldn’t have been a penalty, he would be slaughtered. As it is the media are focusing on a wrongly awarded corner to Arsenal from which we scored and the penalties are forgotten. Can you imagine the uproar if any similar penalty incidents went against Hull? It doesn’t excuse his abysmal performance, but perhaps it explains it.

Perhaps it does indeed.

I have written before about how Arsenal regularly gets poor treatment from referees partly because of the media-inspired campaign against Wenger and aginst the whole culture of our club.

Add to that the layer of the “romance of the Cup” with “plucky underdogs” taking on big, bad Arsenal and you can get a sense of why Probert may have made the decisions he did.

It’s reminiscent of the way Phil Dowd, in the game at Newcastle where we were 4-0 up at half time and ended up drawing 4-4, got totally wrapped up in the “’Toon comeback” to the extent that he stopped being an impartial officiator and became part of the process of making the fairytale come true.

Probert may have crossed the same line without even consciously being aware of it.

It doesn’t excuse his performance (I hope he re-watches it several times and pauses to consider just how awful it was) but it might just explain it.

I’m sorry if this comes off as a negative Post – I’m not feeling in the tiniest bit negative: I am truly very happy.

But I have no doubt that we triumphed in the Cup Final despite Probert – and that’s quite a damning indictment of a supposedly professional referee in the English game’s biggest occasion of the year.

RockyLives

 

 


North London is Red ……… The Parade

May 19, 2014

Waking up on Sunday was accompanied with a warm fuzzy feeling that something momentous had happened the day before. Well that’s what my head, stomach and less mentionable parts were telling me anyway. Winning at the new Wembley was done, the monkey was off the back, as Lukas would say and all that was left of an up and down but ultimately successful Arsenal FC season was to watch North London turn into a sea of red.

Getting the tube at Oakwood was similar to a matchday except for the large numbers of children and women present in the travellers. Smiles and “‘superb, we’ve finally done it” comments were the order of the day. With the sun beaming down on the righteous and nobody wearing a coat, all you could see were Arsenal tops of every description and age. A less-than-happy hammer in claret and blue looked decidedly out of place in our tube car.

The plan was to head to the South bridge at the stadium and see the start of the parade, then walk down to Islington Town Hall. The Drayton Park was flying a flag which looked as though it may have been one of the originals flown at Highbury and the chap in the ‘Anfield’ top started some rather rumbustious singing from his privileged vantage point.

parade 1

 

The sight of a green dinosaur leading the convoy across the South bridge is one that will stick with me forever. The huge number of children in the crowd must have loved it. Sticking through the sunroof like some sort of Jurassic pope, the chap inside must have finished the boiling hot day about a stone lighter.

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The brand new trophy was glinting in the glorious May sunshine and the players’ faces still showed both the happiness and the relief of the day before.

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So with the bus heading towards Aubert Park, we set off for Upper Street. Even walking along back roads, every single street had red, white and yellow shirts on display. Time for a quick road beer and we kept a bag around our cans though this was probably unnecessary as the no street-drinking ban was not being enforced. At Highbury corner we hit the start of the huge crowd and progress became slow. Cutting away from the main drag towards Liverpool Road and heading south seemed a good plan, but even this was unfruitful. I imagine a limit had been reached for the Town Hall square, side roads were blocked by the police and no access was to be had.

So we decided to cut our losses and head back to the Armoury in the hope of bagging a decent view. We timed it superbly and managed to get in the shade over by the Little Wonder cafe at Bear Island. Men, women and children stood for hours in searing heat in the hope of seeing their heroes. They showed some highlights on the big screen and each goal was greeted with rapturous scenes and the player’s names sung.

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Luckily the parade seemed ahead of schedule and the expectant throng were soon rewarded with the joyous return of the bus and players. They were introduced in number order with Szcz leading the way. Both him and the BFG are so exuberant in their celebrations it’s obvious they love being Arsenal fans as well as players.

Tommy, Arsene and the cup were greeted with the biggest cheer of the day. Arsene holding the trophy above his head had the air of a man who was so thankful that integrity and sticking to one’s beliefs could finally be rewarded. Other specialists in spending vast fortunes for short term profit please take note.

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The players took it in turns to grab the microphone and lead the singing. “It’s Happened Again” and Jack’s “What do you think of Tottenham?” reminded our N17 neighbours that that shadow is mighty long.

It was a truly glorious day and North London is most definitely as red as red could be.

 “Written” by chas.


How long? About 15 hours and counting ……..

May 18, 2014

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It’s done.  Thank the sweet Lord Jesus, we don’t have to listen to that trophy drought nonsense any more.  But just how difficult did our boys have to make it?

We all knew that the main battle wouldn’t be on the pitch, it would be in our players’ heads.  As Raddy pointed out yesterday, if we’d been looking at a league game against Hull, we’d be perfectly confident.  But with all the weight of being favourites in a final, multiplied ten-fold by the nine-years-without-a-pot schtick, laced with sore memories of the failure against Birmingham, this was more than a match against Hull.

The scene was set: by my guess, two-thirds of the fans in the stadium were ours.  We finished the league season strongly.  The balmy May evening air was full of positivity.  Surely ……

We had a strong line-up: Fabianski was given the nod to finish his Arsenal career ahead of his compatriot; no Ox, Wilshere on the bench, and of course no Theo.  But otherwise, pretty much what we’d want.  Hull couldn’t field their two January signings, the cup-tied Long and Jelavic, but they had a few useful players, like Curtis Davies, Ahmed Elmohamady and Tom Huddlestone.  However, there was nothing that should have scared us.  We’d arrived having knocked out Spurs, Coventry, Liverpool, Everton and Wigan, whereas Hull had had an easier ride, having met Middlesborough, Southend, Brighton, Sunderland and Sheffield United.

And then the game kicked off.  The game hadn’t settled down to a pattern when Hull earned a corner in the third minute.  Stephen Quinn sent a hard, flat-ish cross to Huddlestone, who’d stationed himself just outside the box, enjoying space vacated by the runners into the box.  The ex-Spur fluffed his shot, sending it very wide.  But James Chester found the ball suddenly coming towards him, and he speculatively tried redirecting it towards goal.  There wasn’t much pace on the shot but it crept beyond Fabianski’s reach and into the corner of the net.  Disaster.  You have to wonder if Cazorla was slow in seeing the space that Huddlestone created for himself, Santi should really have been tighter.  And had we had both posts guarded at the corner, Chester’s shot would have been cleared without fuss.

Still, the one good thing about conceding early is that you have plenty of time to come back.  And the goal was pretty lucky in nature.  I don’t know about others but I was no more than annoyed by the Chester goal.  However, five minutes later, things went seriously wrong.  Hull got a free-kick on our left flank.  It was cleared but in the second phase was picked up by Quinn, whose cross was met by Alex Bruce’s header into the turf.  Fabianski flung himself at the ball, which might have been creeping into the corner.  In fact, it hit the outside of the post, but Davies followed up excellently, and sent a crisp, angled shot across the now prone Fabianski and into the net.  Oh my God, how could be going this wrong, this quickly?  The three Hull centre-backs were killing us, they were dominating play at both ends of the pitch, and we were paying a huge price for it.

We desperately needed to find a toehold, to get into the game.  None of our players had impressed, and we lacked energy and ideas.  Hull even had another header cleared off the line by Gibbs.  However, Santi earned a freekick in a dangerous position in the 15th minute.  We don’t score too many freekick goals but the beauty that Cazorla put in was a classic – the ball’s trajectory arced into the top corner on the keeper’s left-hand side.  The kidology as to whether Cazorla or Podolski would take the freekick paid off, prompting the keeper to take a small move to his right just as the shot was taken, and that was enough to deny the keeper the chance to reach Cazorla’s sublime shot.  We were back in the game, we had something to build on.

Without a doubt, Arsenal were better after the first goal but it was tough going, to break down a very well organised Hull defence.  At the end of the game, Aaron Ramsey was announced as the official man of the match – that was a travesty, I thought Curtis Davies (a player Wenger was apparently interested in a few years back) would have been the right recipient.  The scoreline settled down at 2-1 to Hull, with both sets of players working hard but lacking quality.  Ozil didn’t really turn up (and missed a reasonable chance that flashed across him).  Ramsey was poor for much of the game.  Poldi had a couple of shots, but didn’t ever impose himself.  Until Sanogo came on, Giroud was played out of the game by Davies and really struggled to do much. We were very laboured in our play.  Hull’s defensive unit were sharper, though they were also finding plenty of excuses to waste little parcels of time.  It was all so transparent.

In the 56th minute, there was a demonstration of fan solidarity, with a minute of applause to honour the 56 spectators killed in the Valley Parade disaster in Bradford in 1985.  Shortly after that, we should have been awarded a penalty, when Huddlestone clearly pulled Giroud back by his neck.  The referee, Lee Probert, looked well placed but failed give the penalty.

I have to admit, I was surprised when Wenger chose to swap Poldi for Yaya Sanogo.  There’s always that possibility with Podolski, even not playing brilliantly, that his wonderful shooting will suddenly provide a goal.  But with 45 minutes having passed since Cazorla’s goal, something needed to be changed, and Wenger decided to switch formations by bringing on the young, non-scoring Frenchman.  We now had two up front, a rare thing for us.  And this I think was a crucial moment in the game.  That change of shape mattered.  We were more incisive after Sanogo came on, and more was happening in the attacking penalty box.  In fact, there were two further good penalty shouts soon after Sanogo came on, one when Huddlestone made contact with Yaya’s leg, one when Livermore handled.  Both should have been given, but were hard to spot.

The same cannot be said for the obvious foul of Davies on Cazorla a little later, when Ramsey had fed the ball into the mini-Spaniard.  Davies over-committed and chopped down Santi after he checked back.  It was plainly a penalty, no replays were needed (though they did confirm that it was a foul). How Probert missed it is beyond me.  But the pressure was building nicely, we were pegging Hull back and starting to open them up finally.

It finally paid off in the 70th minute, when a corner was headed by Sagna and, via a deflection, the ball fell to Koscielny, who turned and scuffed a little shot through the legs of the oncoming Hull keeper and into the net.  Kos was taken out by the keeper, so had to celebrate the goal while in pain and on the deck.  But finally, finally, we were back on level terms, and the energy and momentum by that stage were with us.  From that point on, we were in control of the match.

Gibbs had a great chance to win the game in the 90 when played in by Sanogo – from no more than eight yards out and having given himself time, Gibbs skied his shot.  It really had to go on target, even from a defender.  Probert missed yet another clear penalty, when Myler knocked over Cazorla.  What is wrong with this bloke, he’s not even a northerner who might have a grudge about Arsenal’s cosmopolitan character?  The pressure on Hull continued, with Giroud catching a clearance from a corner very nicely though his shot from the edge of the box was well saved.  The last decent chance before extra time fell to Sanogo, whose shot went a fraction wide of the post.

And so to extra time.

The first period passed with more Arsenal pressure but the only moment of penetration was when Giroud hit the bar with a header from a Ramsey cross. We really needed something to change, the greatest threat we now faced being the lottery that is a penalty-shootout.  Wenger played his last two cards, bringing on Wilshere and Rosicky for Ozil and Cazorla.  The effect was evident: against the tired legs of Hull, Little Mozart and Little Jack added some real zip to our passing.

In the 18th minute of the second period of extra time, our moment of salvation.  A series of rapid passes saw Sanogo and Giroud link up in the penalty box, with Olly then backheeling the ball back towards the oncoming Ramsey, who stabbed an early shot into the bottom corner of the net.  The key was the rapidity of the passing, leaving McGregor too little time to react.

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Sanogo had a chance to do an Anelka in 1998.  But his shot across goal was well saved by the keeper.  And there was a heart in mouth moment at the end, when Mertesacker stumbled, allowing Aluko to launch an unexpected attack.  Fabianski chose to rush out to the flank to try to intercept the ball but lost the race with Aluko but fortunately for us he couldn’t quite find the empty net from distance.  A little later, Sanogo span on the ball with a sharp shot well saved by the keeper, and then Aluko had a decent long range shot saved by Fabianski.

And finally the whistle went, and we were done!  Our oppo may not have been the most glamorous, and the technical level may not have been the highest yesterday, but coming back from 2-0 down represents a significant achievement.  We were deserved winners in the end, but Hull were heroes, much respect to them.

It was fantastic to see our boys get to go up the steps and lift the cup, and I loved the players’ focus on Wenger in the celebrations – they knew he’d done a lot for them.  That is the last time we’ll see Fabianski play for us, and possibly the last for Sagna, which adds a note of disappointment.

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Watching Vermaelen lifting the trophy was also a bit strange, we’ll have to see what the future has in store for him.  But that’s tomorrow’s problem.  I never agreed with those who said we’d spent the last nine years failing but it was tremendous to be able to indulge in the simple pleasure of seeing our own players lift a trophy.  From an Arsenal Arsenal perspective, I’m sure we’d all like to dedicate this trophy win to our recently departed Dandan – he’d have loved this moment every bit as any one of us.

A trip to Upper Street anyone????

Ratings:

Fabianski: 7

Sagna: 7

Mertesacker: 5

Koscielny: 7

Gibbs: 6

Arteta: 6

Ramsey: 6

Cazorla: 7

Ozil: 5

Podolski: 5

Giroud: 6

Sanogo: 7

Wilshere: 7

Rosicky: 7

Written by 26may

 


How bad was Giroud?

May 15, 2014

During the season, many people expressed… disappointment… over the performance of Olivier Giroud.  Now that the season is over, this seems like a good topic for a poll.

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Everyone knows the Liverpool duo, Suarez and Sturridge, head the Premier League Top Scorers list. How poor was Arsenal’s main, and virtually sole central forward, as compared to the remaining big names in the league?  Close the newspaper.  Do not search online.  Time for a little quiz.

I wonder how the replies are distributed.  The answers are:  Aguero +1, Dzeko +0, Negredo -7, Rooney +1, RvP -4, Hazard -2.

Here’s how to rate yourself:

  • None correct:  You must hate Giroud because of his good looks.  Try to be more objective next season.
  • Up to three correct:  Sorry, work on your football attention span over the summer.  Use the World Cup, for example, to hone your skill.
  • At least four correct:  Congratulations!  You are a keen observer of the great game.  May you use your talent constructively.
  • All correct:  You have a terrible crush on Giroud.  Take a number, and wait in the lobby with the other drooling fans.

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One might object to the use of Aguero in the comparison, because he was out for long stretches of the season.  The same might be said about RvP, but in his case, his health history is part of the story.  Indeed, Giroud’s durability was a big plus.  At the start of the season, many people pointed out that Arsenal would be in trouble, were Giroud to be injured.  Fortunately, that theory was never fully tested because, despite the work load, injuries never kept Giroud out for long.

One might also note that Giroud’s shot conversion rate (*) was only 14%, which puts him near the bottom of this ranking (along with Negredo and Oscar).  However, the lauded Suarez, who converted at 17%, was not much more efficient.  If both took 100 shots, Suarez would score three more goals than Giroud.  Suarez goal total is so much higher because he shot about 60% more than Giroud did.  In other words, quantity and slightly better quality made that large difference.

That comparison aside, how frustrated we fans all have been to see Giroud waste clear cut chances?  Could he improve this aspect of his game?  He did not demonstrate anything better in his two seasons with Montpellier, prior to joining Arsenal.  Then, his shot conversion rate was also about 14%.  In fact, in the 2011-12 season, when he topped the Ligue 1 scoring table with 21 goals, his shot conversion rate was slightly lower at 13%.  He just shot a whole lot more that season.

Will Giroud get to shoot much more than the 112 shots he took this season?  That seems unlikely.  In an Arsenal team that shares the ball and has multiple attacking players, Giroud would not be asked to take most of the shots.

Here’s hoping he can improve his efficiency.  Giroud isn’t the best, but his bottom line number is not that bad.

TwentyTwelve

(*) I define shot conversion rate as: goals / (shots on target + off target + blocked).  The most efficient scorer was Yaya Toure at 31%; he got 20 goals from 64 shots!  The worst was Oscar at 11%; he got only 8 goals from 70 shots.