The closing of the Premier League for Arsenal and Norwich City on Sunday brings an end to two seasons of polar opposites – one looking to build and move forward with a potential trophy and another banished to the dark depths of relegation.
Both Arsenal’s and Norwich’s 2013/14 season began with the classic case of early cautious optimism – both clubs made record signings in the summer in the form of Mesut Ozil and Ricky van Wolfswinkel, respectively, and early hope of a season of the club moving forward slowly moved into the realisation that both clubs would be fighting for where they were last season – Norwich in a relegation scrap and Arsenal settling for fourth (which, incidentally, is pretty much enshrined in the Premier League rule book). Arsenal, however, have secured their homely comfy berth of fourth and now face the very real possibility of a first trophy in nine years – ultimately, a successful season.
However, Norwich are now confined to the dark depths of relegation. Three seasons in the Premier League has proved enough for the Norfolk outfit, and hopes and dreams of mid-table obscurity a la Aston Villa or Swansea have been dashed as the Canaries are arguably put back to their spiritual home of recent years – the Championship. Ultimately, it is this that has so infuriated Norwich fans both this season and last – that expectations have not been reached, even that the lowest expectation of even the most pessimistic Norwich fan has been surpassed and beaten. It is the management of Chris ‘But he’s such a nice bloke’ Hughton that many have levelled their blame at, infuriated by Hughton’s negative tactics and reluctance to even try and win, rather, tactics that are formed around the concept to not lose. It is argued, contrary to Danny Mills and his band of merry Match of the Day pundits, that any relegation this year was not because Hughton was sacked too late by the Norwich board, it’s that he wasn’t sacked early enough. Indeed, Norwich’s finish of 11th last season was masked by two wins against West Brom and Manchester City on the last two games of last season. Norwich were still in a relegation scrap.
It is the performances of the players, however, that marks the big difference between last season’s finish and this. The usual stalwart of Sebastien Bassong at centre-back has been nothing short of dreadful this season, after being given the captain’s armband, and poor quality players like Bradley Johnson in midfield and Stephen Whittaker at right-back that have shown the teams Championship leanings at times. However, it is arguably the brand new, Champion’s League, international and Premier League experienced strike force that have been the biggest disappointment for Norwich fans this season – a combined tally of 8 goals between Ricky van Wolfswinkel, Gary Hooper and Johan Elmander in the Premier League makes guessing where Norwich’s problems have come from this season fairly easy. Indeed, even unlucky injuries to some of the better performing players such as Leroy Fer or Jonny Howson have made Norwich’s job considerably harder. Ultimately, it is the massive loss of Norwich ‘identity’ that maybe the fans can level their blame at – the loss of almost all players that were with the club through successive promotions, the manager that masterminded the operation, and the club talisman and 3 time Player of the Season winner Grant Holt all in fairly acrimonious circumstances means that the club has arguably lost its identity forged through the successive promotions of the 09/10 and 10/11 season and is now a club with an identity crisis. Indeed, the saga with the Wes Hoolahan transfer in January proves that all is not peachy behind closed doors at the club.
David Mcnally, Norwich’s Chief Executive, has stated that Norwich’s financial plans rested on the Yellows securing at least 17th season in the Championship, even with parachute payments and the like. However, maybe Norwich fans has a reason to be optimistic about a season in the Championship. Sure, it will be hard, because the Championship is a hard league, and the club will lose many of its Premier League quality players – Snodgrass, Fer, Pilkington, Ruddy, Redmond, and Hooper spring to mind – however, the club is as of this season externally debt-free, still has some decent players likely to stay with the club, can look forward to a new manager and can start again with a fresh challenge at promotion. We can even look forward to beating Ipswich again. However, is this optimism of this summer the exact same rosy optimism we felt of last year? One thing is certain – Norwich have failed on almost every level this season. Next season will decide whether the failure is long term or just a blip on the rise-to-the-top (‘top’ being a solid mid-table Premier League club) radar.
The weekend passes and we are back to the somewhat disconcerting feeling of comfort after an unspectacular win against the Saints. Entering the week absent of stress is a welcome change to previous campaigns when we would have somehow managed to lose a 2-goal lead to a side down at the bottom. It was a fairly poor game of football all round but coming away with the result highlights the maturing element to the side this year. They are making winning a habit and it is great to see. We were undoubtedly fortunate to be served a goal on a plate and the award of the penalty was a total lack of discipline on Fonte’s part. Regardless the history books will say 2-0 to the Arsenal and that’s all that concerns me.
Other results at the weekend also worked in our favour. I don’t want to speak to soon but a slight roll reversal seems to be in play with Utd. Them stepping up for the big game against us before failing to a team they should comfortable beat (sure Van Persie is enjoying that all too familiar feeling). Tottenham also got well and truly dispatched by Man City. I wonder when 5pur2 will stop pretending to be a big club and concede life outside the top 4 is set to continue. Calls for AVB’s head are madness from fans but I am of the belief that if they were to make such a rash call it really would spell the end of their era close to the top. So by all means let it happen.
Anyways enough smugness as it is bound to come back to haunt me. We host Marseille tonight and it is another huge game (as they all are these days), a win takes us to 12 points and should all but secure us qualification to the next round. This is the sort of game, given what’s on the line, which we would previously have potentially bottled but given my current confidence in this team I think we will get a solid win. Marseille are yet to get a point so far this year and from what I have seen of them there is little they possess that can pose a genuine threat.
Another prospect that is exciting me is the return of Theo Walcott. People who have read this blog before will know that I am not his greatest advocate, but his small introduction on Saturday reminded me of just how quick he is. So far this year our team has been essentially void of it, there were a couple of times on the weekend that highlighted the threat he can create. One moment in particular was when he made one of his signature runs in behind the defence, Ozil played a curling ball from the left flank and although successfully blocked by Fonte it gave us a taste of what we have in stall. Ozil’s ability to pick him out behind the defence adds a whole new dimension to our game and his shear presence means no team can risk the high lines we have seen at times this year. The long awaited presence of the likes of Walcott and Chamberlain (proper wingers) is going to allow further developments to our game and I am intrigued to see how Wenger balances the team following their return.
What a difference a year makes! This last time I wrote for this site ahead of a trip to the Emirates both ourselves and the Arsenal were shite!
Look at us now, mocking those tin pot clubs like United and City who can’t keep up with us. Yes I am getting carried away but who can blame me!? This is the best football I have ever seen being played by my beloved Southampton FC, and for this reason, much like my trip to Old Trafford a few weeks ago, I genuinely look at Saturday’s game without any of the fear or dread that usually bestows a Saints fan for these types of occasions.
The season so far has been great for us. Particular highlights include a win at Liverpool and a last minute equaliser at United, but my own personal highlights have been our last two home games. Both first half performances against Fulham and Hull have been outstanding. The team is really working hard and for each other, and the feel good factor around St Marys is like nothing I’ve experienced before.
It’s great to see three of the big performers rewarded for their fine form with England call ups. Although I was slightly surprised with Jay Rod’s call up, I certainly wasn’t about Adam Lallana’s. His form last season was a bit patchy, mainly due to injuries and niggles that plagued him all season, but this season he has excelled and become one of the best creative players in the Premiership.
Probably the most impressive part of our game at the moment is how tight our defence has become. In my eyes our player of the season so far, Dejan Lovren has been a major reason for this. He’s a natural leader, something we were crying out for last season, and with two quality wing backs in Shaw and Clyne, a very good goalkeeper in Boruc and an ever improving Jose Fonte playing alongside him, Arsenal will have to work hard to break them down. Another new signing who’s done well after a slow start is Victor Wanyama. Although his passing is pretty poor, his ability to break up play is exceptional and he’s got a massive role to play if we are going to get something from the game on Saturday. I’m rather surprised Arsenal didn’t go in for him in the summer to be honest as he’s the type of player that I feel you guys could do with.
The less we talk about last year’s game at the Emirates the better. It was one of those games where you wish you weren’t there, 6-1 and it honestly could have been ten. I remember the best player on the pitch for a lot of the game was old boy Gervinho! I don’t remember much else. I tend to block those kind of games out of my memory. I’ve been to some great games away at Arsenal. A couple that stick out are when we nicked a 1-1 draw at Highbury. Wiltord scored and then late in the game a very average midfielder of ours Jo Tessem scored a header. Another that sticks out is a 2-2 draw when some kid called Robin Van Persie scored a 95th minute equalizer after Rory Delap had scored two identical headers from corners late on. A game that still haunts me now is when Arsenal were 5-0 up against us after about 25 minutes, I’ve never been to a game and seen supporters walking out after half an hour. I remember Robert Pires was near un-playable.
I’ve been very impressed with Arsenal so far this year, Aaron Ramsey especially. The boy has almost come from nowhere this season and his volume of goals already is incredible. I have a lot of admiration for Oliver Giroud as well, his movement is superb and he works his socks off. Mertesaker coming back is a huge plus for you guys ahead of the game as I quite fancied Lambert up against Vermaelen. I think that the January transfer window is huge for Arsenal if they want to seriously challenge for the title this year, the squad is a little thin compared to title rivals and I think a centre forward and a defensive midfielder are must buys.
Do I think Arsenal will win the league? no. Do I think Saints will finish in the top four? no, but I think Saturday is going to be a belter.
Probable Saints line-up:
Clyne Fonte Lovren Shaw
Ward-Prowse Schneiderlin Rodriguez Lallana
Prediction 1-1 Ramsey and Lambert to score.
Tonight sees last year’s finalist and one of the best teams in Europe visit The Emirates. A team built on a great footballing philosophy with a passionate coach, an exceptional group of players and a phenomenal fan base. They have set an example to the rest of Europe of how to build from a relatively humble beginning into a team capable of beating anyone on their day.
There is no denying that they bring the kind of test that we are yet to experience so far this year, the thought of this game has filled me with excitement for some weeks and now it is within touching distance.
The weekend’s performance has allowed us to build our confidence further and the team should go into this game with genuine expectations of the win. The news of Mathieu Flamani’s expected absence is a blow, his exceptional performances have been well documented this season and it will be vital for someone to step up into his place and take on both the defensive and organisational responsibility.
It was telling at the weekend that in the period between him going off and half time the team struggled with their shape. Norwich were allowed more space in between the midfield and defense and produced their best period of the game.
It was also interesting and slightly worrying to see how the atmosphere of the stadium changed in that short period. For the most part the fans were, once again, sensational. However, during this spell of Norwich dominance that the old groan, that we all know far to well could be heard around the stands. With the exquisite football we are playing at the moment it is frustrating to see loose passes and sloppy play but there are going to be times when we are not dominating the opposition. There will be occasions this season when we lose and lose to teams that many of us would consider inferior. This, sadly, is the way football goes.
Tonight represents a real challenge and there will be very tough periods. But it is worth remembering how privileged we are as fans to have these teams come to town. Champions League nights, for me, as for the many are some of the greatest sporting spectacles around and some times in the absence of trophies it is easy to take these nights for granted. Barca at home will live long in all our memories despite a trophyless season that year.
It does not get much better than Dortmund under the lights. My prediction is a well fought draw and it would represent a great result, but even if it doesn’t go to plan, savour it, cause it’s not everyday we are treated to such nights!
I am sure many of you, as I have, have spent the last 24 hours attempting to read every last article on Tuesday night’s victory as possible. For that reason I will not go over the details. What I will say is as a regular visitor to the Emirates that was not only one of the best performances I have seen on the pitch, but also one of the best from the stands. There is a new attitude to us all within the ground, we walk to our seats with a renewed sense of optimism and excitement. This a much welcome replacement from the constant knife edge that we were on until just a few weeks ago. Chants of “We’re the North bank Emirates’ etc have not been heard for years, if ever. Supporting The Arsenal is fun again and long may it continue.
A distinct feature of Tuesday night was the set up in midfield, a line up perhaps born more out of necessity than choice. All five of the starters deployed would almost certainly consider themselves to be central midfielders. With this in mind one might have expected a lack of balance and an overloading in the centre of the park. What we experienced, however, was far from this. Arteta and Flamini provided the perfect platform to allow the front four the freedom to drift in between the lines and they did so with wonderful effect. One minute Ramsay would be wide right, the next playing centrally or wide left. The same could be said for both Ozil and Rosicky and this constant movement left Napoli with no answer. It was as close to a complete midfield performance than we have seen since the glory days.
In the aftermath of this win and given the skill displayed, it got me thinking if this is a way we could play regularly. Admittedly the likes of Ramsey would prefer a central role but his link up play with Giroud for the first goal was sublime and he provided the excellent assist for Ozil. It will be interesting to see if we try this set up more regularly. With Santi returning to the team, the skill we could posses in midfield is mouthwatering.
With both goals coming from the right hand side of the pitch I have to question whether our starter at the beginning of the season, Walcott, would have been able to produce such assists. For all of Walcott strengths he does not possess the sort of footballing ability that was on display Tuesday night. He has often come unstuck against top full backs and his decision making in tight positions is poor. I do think that Walcott has a part to play in the side. He has the ability to terrorise lesser full backs and as an impact player (arguably his best position) he can be very effective. But based on last nights performance his previously secure position in the midfield could well be under threat.
Last nights line up was not one that I thought would act with the devastating effect that it did. The introduction of Ozil provides a creativity that we have not had since the Fabregas era and the players he had around him last night responded phenomenally to it. For me there is no real reason to make changes from last night, despite some being played ‘out of position’. Let me know if you think differently…
Even though I am an Arsenal fan and quite frankly I despise Manchester United, I still felt sad when I heard Sir Alex Ferguson was retiring. Now, many gooners will read this and feel I’m not thinking straight. Man United have been one of our biggest rivals in recent times, however the thing is, not only United but also the Premier League won’t be the same without “The Boss”. It’s Ferguson’s presence that has been the cause of so many memorable moments, not just at Man United but within English football and we should all be grateful. The drama he brings will be missed and David Moyes has very big shoes to fill. Shoes which I hope he will be able to grow into.
In 1986 a man travelled down from Scotland to have an interview for a possible job. The job was to take a Club which had fallen into obscurity to greener pastures. This man was Alex Ferguson. The 27 years that followed will go down in history as the greatest era for any football team. During these 27 years of service he picked up a modest 38 trophies, being crowned champions on 13 occasions.
Never again in football or any sport for that matter will we see one individual so integral to one team. 27 years is a long time, well beyond my years, and for a Football Club to maintain success consistently over such a period is an incredible feat. Yes he has had some of the best players in the world playing for him and yes the Club he was manager of was one of, if not the biggest Club in the world. There is one reason why Utd remain at the very top, and that’s Sir Alex. He was the best and no one can deny him that. He took Manchester United out of mediocrity and positioned them back into the flashing lights of stardom. You can argue until the cows come home but it was his presence that attracted the big players, investors and sponsors.
It’s common to see a manager nowadays go into a Club and have four to five successful years and then leave. The hardest thing in football is to reinvent yourself and keep a consistent level of success, especially at the top. If you lose your best player it’s hard to replace him. If you don’t replace him, others will follow him out the door, then before you know it you’re out of a job and your dynasty comes to an end. Increasingly a new manager comes in, bringing with him a new style of play and the teams is back winning. This hasn’t happened at United for 27 years.
It’s undeniable that there’s now a certain level of trepidation at Old Trafford, something that those involved are not use to, but something that every other Club in the world has dealt with more often than not in the modern era. In Sir Alex there was security. When Eric Cantona, David Beckham, Cristiano Ronaldo and others decided to leave Old Trafford there was concern, but not once was anyone worried. Sir Alex had the solution and not once was the solution wrong. It may have had to been tweaked or varied but the trophies always came back. Something us Arsenal fans more than anyone have to stand and applaud enviously.
It’s sad is that probably never again will we see a manager so devoted and successful with one Club. The demand for success is so high nowadays no manger is comfortable in their position. Even our beloved Mr. Wenger has come under scrutiny in recent years but he has always responded, just about. Eventually though, if Arsenal go another season or two without silverware he may have to go.
Nowadays there is always someone putting you under pressure. We have seen with the Mancini debacle that one bad season can cost you. No matter how well you did the year before. There’s no better example of how poorly managers are treated in the modern era then at Chelsea. Abramovich is ruthless and acts like a child when it comes to respecting managers. It’s not only the owners who are complacent however; some of the managers themselves are to blame. There is no longer loyalty in football. Managers and players alike want to move up the ladder and be the next big thing, even for only 15 minutes. Sadly every Club is now run like a business, but we should be proud of Arsenal’s self-sustaining model even if we haven’t been able to emulate the consistency of Utd.
Ferguson is a man of integrity, loyalty and respect. It was never about money or image for Ferguson. He looked at his next fixture, prepared for it and more often than not got the job done. He only ever commented when asked. He was focused on one thing and that was success. Success and drama go hand in hand and without a doubt the Fergie era was responsible for some of the greatest moments, not just in football history but sporting history.
In a dramatic and unpredictable turn, Arsenal fans have once again found a hero going by the initials RVP. He boasts an impressive CV, largely centred around his extensive experience in telecommunications, IT and electronics, and looks to have little history of sexual deviance (although this remains unconfirmed).
Excitable Utd fans, after his title-securing hat-rick against Aston Villa, bombarded Ravi Vivesvaraya Prasad (RVP), who lives and works in New Delhi, with congratulatory messages on twitter, mistaking him for the despicable Dutch forward. Over the last few days Ravi’s followers have gone through the roof and his humorous take on proceedings has seen him take on the status of a cult hero. Re-live the whole sage below:
Throughout the season poor old Ravi had been on the receiving end of Spam from mistaken football fans:
But Ravi fought back:
Then Ravi thought he’d have some fun:
Separated at birth:
Obviously Piers got involved:
Then it all got too much for Ravi who seemed to lose the plot:
If you’re on twitter and you don’t already follow Ravi (@RVP) I suggest you join his increasingly dedicated fan-club. Whilst you’re watching the dreaded guard of honour on Sunday just pretend you’re saluting the real RVP, hands down New Delhi’s leading defence and security analyst. Keep doing your thing Ravi.
And just as an added bonus, the main man himself read and enjoyed this article! He got in touch on twitter (below) and is now following us.
A post from Hamish who reckons their laid back Bulgarian is the man to upset us this afternoon….
As I’m sure you Gooners will agree, Fulham’s last outing at the Emirates was an absolute belter. The game was poised at 3-3 when a questionable extra-time penalty was awarded to Arsenal. The reliable Arteta stepped up, only for Mark Schwarzer to make a great save and give Fulham a share of the spoils. We ended that November afternoon equal on points, at 5th and 6th in the table. Things were good, and the squad seemed optimistic: Rodellaga was even telling the press he wanted a top four finish.
As per usual though, the Premier League has balanced out. Arsenal’s dismissal from the Champions league has resulted in a flourish of form, and most would fancy them to claim top four ahead of Spurs. Fulham on the other hand, have been fighting off the bottom. Various injuries and Hangeland’s suspension saw us drop vital points in some key winter games, as Jol was continually forced to change his XI. However, the transfer window bought some loan reinforcements (notably Arsenal’s DENCH Frimpong), and as other key players returned from injury we began to poke our heads out off the bottom-half dogfight. Sitting at 10th with a comfortable 40 points, it seems Fulham have all but secured another season in the top flight. So, what can you expect on Saturday?
Well, Fulham need a quick turn around from the midweek drumming by Chelsea. The 3-0 loss was a bit harsh, since we created some good chances, but the David Luiz wonder goal lead to a change of momentum, and we were fairly beaten. Apart from the return of suspended ex-gooner Steve Sidwell and on-loan winger Alex Kacaniklic, the team is unlikely to change that much, as we obviously aren’t the sort of club who can afford to ‘rotate’.
Our chances of a result on Saturday will inevitably lie in Dimitar Berbatov. The mercurial forward has struck up a tally of 13 goals this season. In fact, Fulham are yet to loose a game in which he scores. The man is treated like a prince by fans and coach a like: our shape is flexible, but will always be set up to play through him. Of course, the on-pitch signs of frustration are common. Expect to see his arms in the air with dismay at the inadequacies of his ‘mediocre’ teammates. Regardless of his demeanour, he claims to be enjoying his time at the cottage. The notion of cigars and vodka after training with old pal Jol, probably seemed like just the kind of retirement package he was after. It is fair to say that the attitudes and attractiveness of the Dimitar way of football have taken the cottage by storm. We keep calm and wait for him to be passed the ball.
Ultimately though, I think Arsenal’s form should be enough for you to edge past Fulham on Saturday. You have a much stronger midfield and all strikers seem to be scoring. Fulham are unlikely to hold tight if you pepper the box like you did Everton’s. I can only hope that when Giroud does all the hard work and beats our defence, he fails to hit the target, only for Ruiz to construct a counter-attack from which Berba poaches one at the other end. I just hope that two big games for the 20-a-day 32 year old isn’t too much. Prediction 1-2.
Those of you who have done the away European trip will know what I mean when I say it’s basically as good as it gets. Having lost 3-1 in the home tie, this leg had a different feel to it than Barcelona and Milan. The Arsenal fans were on holiday, they were in Munich to let their hair down in the knowledge that this could be the last Champions League away day in a long while, it would have to be a particularly memorable one.
With the game on the Wednesday we travelled Tuesday to Thursday. Pretty much the only occasion that I’m happy to get up ridiculously early for is this one. The easybus arrived at Stanstead at 8.30am. As we approached Wetherspoons we were greeted by the comforting sight of fans doused in red and white looking exhausted but with pints of cheap lager staring back at them nonetheless. Sadly, unlike in Barcelona, Munich airport border control doesn’t require a reason for travel. In barcelona the response is always ‘business’ and it’s always greeted with a wry smile.
Whilst trying and failing to conquer the Ubarn underground system on the way to the Hotel Wetterstein it became apparent that this is a charming place. Much nicer than Milan and on a par with Barcelona, Munich is a football city through and through. The people are only too happy to chat, although when inevitably the conversation turns to football they exhibit more than a touch of arrogance. Koscielny would put pain to that within 24 hours. If you’ve done one of these trips you’ll know that all you really need is a central square and nothing more. Munich provides this, however fans were forced to shelter in the famous beer halls as a snowstorm moved in. As well as the famous wheat-beer, the food deserves a special mention. Sausages, pretzels and pastries are the order of the day.
Tuesday afternoon was spent in ‘the world’s most famous pub’, Hofbräuhaus. This is football fan heaven. A sprawling mass of well lubricated tourists, most of whom look as though they’ve scarcely been happier. A traditional Bavarian band play the occasional ditty in the middle. Each number provokes a response from the disinterested Gooners, ‘wha’dya think of Tottenham?’ ‘Weee wooon the leeeeeeeeague’. It’s a bizarre mismatch of styles but everyone apart from the security guards seems to be enjoying it, especially the Asian tourists most of whom look like the lager has sent them into a new dimension.
News filtered through of Barca’s trouncing of Milan at the Nou Camp. Not too long ago it was us on the receiving end of Messi’s magic and not too many Arsenal fans were at all optimistic this time around either. A few more steins of beer and before we knew it we ended up in local establishment called La Dulce Vita. Inside it was basically exactly as you’d imagine. Most of the evening’s entertainment unpredictably came via a Jonjo Shelvey lookalike trying to persuade a stripper to come home with him. Suffice to say, if you look like Jonjo Shelvey no-one wants to shag you, even if you pay them.
Match day begun in bed next to my mate who was clutching an unidentified stein (picture below).
One thing that set this trip apart from others was the amicable, sociable nature of the Gooners. The fact the tie was all but over meant everyone was slightly less aggressive than normal. We spent the afternoon chatting to some fans from Brighton, Ireland and even some random tourists from Texas. Having explained why we were crazy enough to follow our terrible football team to Germany for a match that we’d already lost, they asked us why we still want our manager to be our manager if we’re so shit? Mmmm. I tried to explain that a large proportion of our fan-base act unreasonably and disrespectfully towards him so my opinion is centred around avoiding this ‘Wenger-out’ mob and trying to balance the books. They didn’t really understand so I told them I felt like a homosexual 14 yr old who is mad confused about his sexuality and doesn’t really know what the hell to think or do anymore. I think they understood that.
By about 6pm the bar was in full voice. A small collection of Bayern fans were doing a good job against the vast majority of Gooners. Occasionally a chant about the war or Jews would bubble and threaten to take off but the majority would show their displeasure which was nice to see. The funniest moment involved one Arsenal fan who got far too big for his boots and stood on the bar attempting to conduct the whole room. At first everyone ignored him but eventually hundreds of people turned on him with a raucous verse of ‘it should have been you, shot in Angola, it should have been you’. Needless to say he removed himself immediately.
As always the journey to the ground was fantastic. A nice mixture of Bayern and Arsenal fans made up our cramped carriage on the Ubarn. Chants included ‘mouth full of pretzel, you’ve got a mouth full of pretzel’, ‘sing ven you’re vinning, you only sing ven you vinning’, ‘my garden shed is bigger than this, it’s got a door and two windows, my garden shed is bigger than this’, and even a cheeky ‘only come to see Eboue’. What more would you want eh?
The Allianz Arena is easily the coolest stadium I’ve ever been to, both inside and out (apart from Highbury). It was glowing red for the occasion and whilst we were in the clouds it wasn’t anywhere near as bad as the Nou Camp. A great trip was capped with a decent display and some restored pride. Now we can all sit back, relax, and watch the wheels come falling off. See you in Bucharest next year.
The vast majority of Arsenal fans, even those who have season tickets, won’t get the opportunity to go to a North London Derby at Sh*te Hart Lane. The closing of the now famous ‘gap’ between the two sides means this particular matchday was an even bigger deal than most visits to one of the most disgusting parts of the world it’s possible to step foot in. Make no mistake, this is more than just a game of football, this is an experience unlike any other away day or even a Cup final (yes I can remember what they’re like).
The beginning of the day felt much like a Cup final actually. With kick off at 4pm we met at 1 o’clock at the 12 Pins pub in Finsbury Park. The sun was shining on the hoards of lubricated Gooners, unified in their terrified excitement. One thing us Arsenal fans are starting to really appreciate is the build up to a big game. Safe in the knowledge we’ll probably not be celebrating afterwards, the build up has now become a celebration out of necessity. The pub was rammed and full of song. We had one round of ‘there were 10 Tottenham points in the gap’ before taking up our position outside in the sunshine.
Familiar faces began converging on the street corner. Some choosing to share their predictions and concerns with the game only hours away. Others already jumping up and down hurling beers in the air. With each police van that drives past comes a rendition of ‘are you Tottenham in disguise?’. Another round of drinks and suddenly hundreds of laughing Gooners are positioning themselves on the floor as ‘sit down if you hate Tottenham’ brings smiles from puzzled residents. It’s a carnival atmosphere based largely around the hatred of that lot only a few miles down the Seven Sisters Road.
With about an hour to kick off the whole area suddenly empties within about 5 minutes. This is our cue to have a quick piss and get on the Victoria line for the short journey to Seven Sisters. This is unlike any other tube journey however. It lasts only a few minutes but it’s absolute hell if you’re an innocent bi-stander. About 200 pissed Arsenal fans in each carriage are going completely mental. The chants reverberate around the walls, the ceiling and doors are being banged so forcefully everyone gets covered in the black grime that falls from behind the panels and adverts. Most are unaware of the fact their face is covered in soot, there are far more important things to worry about.
As you emerge from the train you’re greeted by a wall of policemen. At this point all is still in good spirit but not for too much longer. You’re now behind enemy lines. As soon as you’re outside the station it’s you and them. The closer you get to White Hart Lane the more adrenaline is pumping. We’re in a group of about 500 Arsenal fans surrounded by a thin line of policemen and some terrifying looking alsatians. Further out are the local residents of Tottenham who get a barrage of abuse and a chorus of ‘Tottenham’s a sh*thole, you burnt your own town’ and ‘youuu live in a sh*thole’.
Further down the road come the pubs full of Spurs fans. This is an opportunity for another rendition of ‘sit down if you hate Tottenham’. The sight of hundreds of Arsenal fans sitting on the doorstep of the most hardened Spurs pubs is quite something. The police get tense as abuse is hurled both ways. Horses step in to keep things moving.
As you reach the ground the police have no choice to but to subside to let you queue to enter. This is where it really kicks off. As you get closer to the ground increasing numbers of incensed Spurs fans follow you in the knowledge that the opportunity for conflict will present itself eventually. As we turn the last corner of the walk objects are hurled our way. Coins come raining down and the odd bottle smashes nearby. Some choose to retaliate whilst others duck and get inside as quickly as possible.
Obviously the atmosphere inside is electric. Unfortunately, after such an eventful and dramatic build up, being 2 goals down at half time brings the worst out of many. People pissing in the sinks at half time, someone smashing the toilet to pieces and people tearing their setas apart as they leave the ground at the end. I must also mention the racist nature of the fandom. Clearly there are going to be the usual songs aimed at Spurs fans but this was much much worse than the norm. The three blokes standing behind us chanting ‘Adolf Hitler is our friend’ and calling Adebayor a ‘f***ing ni**er’ was disgusting and left a sour taste. I’m pleased to say it’s not something I’m used to hearing at the Arsenal.
The ‘Wenger-out’ brigade occasionally tried to make their presence felt but they were quashed quickly by the majority who sensibly suggested supporting the team during the biggest game of the season. This wasn’t our day but there’ll be plenty more to come. North London is red and the tide is most certainly not turning. Forever in our shadow.