Well, that was a fun day out in the sunshine. My excitement around the game was fully justified and my predictions around the tempo of the game were met. Arsenal rotated heavily, making 7 changes whilst Liverpool put out the same side they had done for the past two games. There was no way they could maintain last weekend’s intensity.
The narrative before the game centred around strikers. Firstly, Giroud, the most beautiful man in the league was caught with his pants down at the weekend. He tweeted the most mellow dramatic pregame message about how he’d let down the universe. Not smart PR just before a game, you have to say. However, what I will say is the outpouring of disdain about his behaviour is pathetic. He’s a sportsman, he’s made a mistake, scoring ‘I’m so fucking moralistic’ points on Twitter is so boring. The people who do that are usually the people with the darkest secrets… Ryan Giggs / Ted Haggard.
Well, don’t speak too soon… but it’s a stunning day outside, which has me more excited than I was to hear Crystal Palace were in for Chamakh. When the sun is out, you feel the Arsenal team come out. Well, that’s my theory at least.
This Valentines Day, I’m showing the love by giving you two posts in a day. This has been penned by long time Grover, Gambon, who you can congratulate or abuse here @TheMightyGambon… or in the comments section where he is normally found. Enjoy!
After the United game I decided to look at Giroud’s contribution in comparison to other PL strikers that have played regularly over the last 2 seasons. I’ve excluded players like Eto’o and Negredo who haven’t had 2 seasons worth of data, but included the likes of Remy an Lukaku who have 2 seasons with 2 different clubs.
Happy Valentines day melts. I hope you’ve messed it up big time. That bargain aisle you picked up a bottle of half price Echo Falls, a teddy bear and a bar of limited edition Galaxy in… yeah, doesn’t feel so smart now eh? I’m glad you’re all in the dog house. You can come out and drink with me… all. Night. Long. What a spectacular night we’ll have.
Anyway, in the wake of yesterday’s post, and considering Jesus would have wanted love to be spread on his second fave birthday, I’ve decided to switch those blinkers on and deal with the season we have ahead of us.
Even when you know something is coming, it doesn’t make the pain of sitting in a stadium with 55,000 others who have the same understanding any easier. Last night wasn’t as destructive as it could have been from a points perspective, but from a high level view, it felt like the team had accepted that they didn’t feel they could be part of the final push for the league.
Way back when, Wenger would have taken on that diabolical backline with 4 strikers. He’d have sniffed blood and he’d have gone for the jugular. Last night, we pushed for the draw… Arsene Wenger used to be the manager who’d take on the 190 yard dog leg shot over the lake, last night, it felt like he opted to lay up from 120 yards on a downhill par three at the local pitch and putt.
Usually the Arsenal United game is one you look forward too, but you don’t. Do you get me? You look forward to the occasion, but the end result is usually a bit disappointing. A bit like a Justin Bieber gig. Am a right? Am I right?
Anyway, United come to the Grove fresh off the back of a disappointing game draw against Fulham. They’ve been absolutely terrible all season. There is no ‘Moyes factor’. He’ll come to Arsenal armed with his book of genius tactics.