It’s Memorial Day today and after returning from a quaint little Jazz festival in Alexandria, Virginia, I just thought I need to make a few blurbs about Arsenal. I originally wanted to write another hate-filled speech about Cheetos Emperor Donaldore J. Trumpfuckery the 15th and his ties to a secret cabal of one-eyed KGB kickboxers, but that’ll be for another day. Today is for the vets, and it’s also for me to celebrate Arsenal’s victory over Chel$ki F.C. to win the 2017 F.A. Cup.
Our season in the Prem started out well, and things were looking good between November 2016 and January 2017. However, losing Santi Cazorla was a massive blow, and as you already know, the wheels started to come loose a little later in the campaign. Losing to Crystal Palace, Liverpool, Tony Pulis F.C., and Watford, along with ties to fucking Bournemouth and some offsides bullshit with Citeh dented both our hopes and our top four chase, making us 5th for the Europa League. A big blow to us for sure, but I really REALLY want to stay positive and hope that there’s a silver lining in that as well. If Chel$ki and United fall into the Europa League with little ire from the press, why can’t Arsenal, right? (I’m being sarcastic of course)
However, I’m still not in the Wenger Out camp. I’d only do so in order for Uncle Arsene to be spared of all this stuff. That’s not to say that Arsenal aren’t without problems. I’m as sick of it as anyone else when it comes to our pattern of implosion, but to visibly vent our frustrations on Wenger does him or us no justice. Protest the way we play, or get in the board’s face about investment or even a change in tactics, but for reals folks, please don’t dis Uncle Arsene. He doesn’t deserve it.
So give the old man credit for that back three. Give him credit for his selections. Give him AND the players some cred for smacking Mourinho in the face after beating ManU in the Prem and give him his due for giving us one helluva F.A. Cup final.
If you watched the final, then you know how exciting it was. I was screaming at Arsenal all day to make sure they didn’t fuck anything up and sure enough, they didn’t. The first 5 minutes was all Arsenal with some amazing possession and, handball or not, a neat goal from Alexis Sanchez. I’m glad we got in Chel$ki’s faces and I’m glad we got some fortune for once. Ramsey offside? Yeah right.
However, with all the chances we had throughout the first half, the game should’ve been out-of-sight with 4-0. We dominated the midfield battle and for all the excuses Chel$ki fans can make about not being at the races, save it. You guys put out THE title-winning eleven and for an occasion like the F.A. Cup final, you guys looked ordinary. Oh, and that Ozil tackle on Hazard? Priceless.
The second half saw the Blues amped up with a few more fouls, penetration and pace, which only made David Ospina look cooler and cooler with some fine saves. Per, Rob and Nacho held Neaderthal Costa back pretty well for the most part. Well, except for his goal of course. But that was after the Victor Moses dive. Which he got a red card for. Sweet. Again, you’d think Arsenal would be safe after that but then we got Costa’d. I kicked a box at home as my head boiled with fury. For an Arsenal fan like me, this usually means that we would not only implode, but Per would break all three of his legs somehow, Ox would get a Red card for being Gibbs (again) and Phil McNulty would begin masturbating at the thought of writing another thinly-veiled ‘Arsenal-are-weak-get-Wenger-sacked’ fluff piece.
However, in only a few short minutes, Phil would have to go limp and clean his chin in disgust because when Olly Giroud came on, he made made a beautiful cross to an unmarked Ramsey, where he cannoned a header past Courtois (the best GK in teh Prem mind you). The roar of the Gooner faithful thundered the air, the blue poop of London groaned and the Red Sea parted in Divine Rapture. I wasn’t the only one jumping for Joy. I clutched my Wife, I held on to the sky and was ready for Arsenal to defend for their life. What a feeling, and what a goal!
Ospina and the rest of the defense had to then pull in one helluva shift to make sure the game didn’t turn into 2-2, with a brilliant save to keep us all in. Mesut should’ve scored when Arsenal broke free but had to settle for the post, Courtois’ leg and a corner and I wished to God Giroud got his 100 goals for the club, but when that final whistle came, I didn’t care. We saw through the challenge. We beat the deserved Champions of England. We won the F.A. Cup. And we did it with our BFG Captain making his FIRST START OF THE SEASON!
I’m not so sure if this ‘saved’ our season because there’s just sooooo much that we still need to work on. Injuries, motivation, mentality and, overall, contracts. It sounds like the ‘same old Arsenal’ tag that most shit pundits like to beat us with, but it all happened at the latter half of the season, not the tail-end of November like usual. We’re starting to slowly find a way to play without Santi, but we need to really rethink our defensive transitions because teams are finding out how to exploit us in our own half. It’s my hope that the maturation of Xhaka in the Prem will help in that regard, but like many new signings at Arsenal, they usually don’t mature until they take a pounding. Keeping Sanchez and Ozil are should be the main target of the club this summer, and if we do, we need to drill Sanchez to avoid turnovers at all costs. I also personally think Giroud and the Ox should still stay at the club, with the former being a beast from the bench and the latter shining as a wing back. Finally,it’s my hope that with a win like this, we can take a serious look at our problems, use Spurs’ current form as a kind of jealous motivation, and our sinking into the Europa doldrums as a silver lining for experience as we try to recoup ourselves to do something big next season.
Until then guys, let’s savor this win and tell the rest of the naysayers to piss off.