So this just arrived.
It could be the motto of the season. What A Comeback.
When Arsenal travelled to Anfield on Saturday March 3rd 2012 they rescued three points in what can only be described as an ugly win. There is no doubt that Arsenal have played much much better games that what we saw in this match. Only a few of our starting XI had not reported for international duty (Mikel Arteta, Kieran Gibbs, Laurent Koscielny, and Bacary Sagna). In fact, Alex Song only returned from his duty the night before the match. The exhaustion was evident. Liverpool were controlling the match but lacked the edge in the final third.
The North London Derby is a time honored tradition in English Football. It dates back to 1887, one hundred years before your author’s birth, when Royal Arsenal traveled from South London (where they were located at the time) to Tottenham in North London. The proper rivalry began in 1913 when Royal Arsenal relocated to Highbury and painted North London red.
The match that took place on 27 February 2012 was one for the history books. It was a game of thirds. The prologue labelled Arsenal as being faulty. Tottenham were described by the media as the new big club in North London. This was supposed to be the worst team fielded in 15 years for Arsenal, while our opponents were hailed as the greatest Spurs side in 50 years. The first act did a wonderful job to set up the conflict for our heroes. As the first act came to a close the crescendo of the second act ushered in the final third which saw our Gunners reign victorious and silence their critics.
This game put me in a pretty foul mood for the whole day. That’s one of the major downsides to supporting from North America. The results come early in the day and have the ability to make or ruin your mood for several hours following. The performance on the pitch today was incredibly disappointing. While watching and immediately afterward I couldn’t help but feel like the players weren’t giving their all. I saw a lot of people tweeting and commenting that it is a sad state of affairs when they seem to have more passion about the outcome of the game sitting at home watching on TV than the players representing the club on the pitch.
To that I say bollocks! Complete and utter bollocks!
I’ve been dreading doing my first match review for a loss. So I decided that I may as well get this out of the way as quickly as possible.