And yet again I rise out of a Hank Moody-esque writers block coma, the writer who never writes dampening his increasingly neglected squib as he tries to articulate the pains of what has been a very trying off season and beginning to the season now underway. It’s been absolutely horrible really, hasn’t it? Let’s not kitty-foot around it, it’s not been very pleasant in the slightest.
Arsenal seem to have a transfer team as adept at closing things out as a nervous adolescent on a first date and, despite the fact that his name no doubt provides us with endless amounts of laugh, Dick Law’s adorable inadequacies don’t really seem to be laying down anything other than the foundations for a very turbulent season for Arsenal supporters. The discontent that has spread in the Gooner ranks seems to have even the most stoic of Arsene Wenger supporters doubting themselves, struggling to summon the strength to find a plausible explanation behind what’s gone down this summer. Or not gone down. Definitely the latter.
Yet, football has a way of reminding you of just why you bother to bother in the first place. Last night in Turkey a team unfancied by many, yet when you look an opposition team sheet and see Durk Kuyt you can’t help but feel slightly buoyed, walked into a hostile atmosphere, slipped on their slippers, and proceeded to walk around the Şükrü Saracoğlu stadium like it was their own. Yes Arsenal FC, the team that succumbed so easily and, most unnervingly, so familiarly against Aston Villa stood up man for man and rose wonderfully to their Champions League date with destiny. Today I did something I haven’t done all Summer, at least in relation to Arsenal. I smiled.
When Gibbs clinically got on the end of yet another self perceived blunt Arsenal move in and around the Fernebache area, I yelped with glee. After I yelped with glee I put my hipster 08/09 Jack Wilshere shirt back on (I liked him before he was cool) and I put some ointment on my knees from the Henry slide I did on my carpet I smiled. Yes. Arsenal made me happy. Arsenal made me feel the feelings that only Football can feel. Pure, unadulterated, snug and warm glee, voice squealing like all of those incredibly sane minded young ladies at the One Direction movie premier the other night. I actually blurted out “‘I f***ing love you Arsenal!” Why? Because I did. I do.
For today I’ll enjoy it. Today I’ll enjoy Aaron Ramsey’s powerful, yet fortuitous goal lifting him higher and higher into the bosom of even the most hardy Ramsey hater. I’ll enjoy Giroud notching yet another goal to give him a 100% games to goal ratio. Who needs another striker? (We do, chuffing badly. Let’s not make jokes that might end up coming true. Dick, sort it out). Today, I’m just going to let this victory paper over all of the cracks that seem to deepen with every transfer less day of the transfer window and just enjoy the fact the we won. Arsenal won a football match. That’s what I’m here to do. Bask in the victories and wallow in the defeats.
That’s all I’ve got to say really.
I love Arsenal,
and I love you too.
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