He's Behind You....!!
If only we could've put the Blues in the shade! |
As my mum is in the habit of saying, at least it didn’t rain at
Stamford Bridge on Saturday! Aside from the pleasant weather and the fact that
we didn’t lose more ground on Man City due to the Hammers marvelous win, there
wasn’t much else to smile about.
Seemingly along with Paddy Power, who were offering new punters
outrageous odds of 10 to 1 on an Arsenal win, I wasn’t feeling particularly
optimistic about our chances of success. But then sadly we’ve grown so
accustomed to such miserable outings to the Kings Road in recent seasons that a
lack of expectation is hardly surprising.
Still, hope continues to spring eternal and much like lemmings, we
masochistically traversed the capital to endure the perennial punishment of
this particular pantomime, in the belief that surely Mourinho’s hoodoo over
Wenger has to be broken one of these days?
Costa literally making his mark on the match...yet again! |
Gooners will point to Mike Dean as the person most responsible for
pulling the plug on any prospects we might’ve had of hammering another nail
into the coffin of Chelsea’s unconvincing start to their campaign, by finally
vanquishing Arsène’s nemesis. It’s always incredibly galling when the man in
the middle needlessly ruins the spectacle for the watching millions. Yet it was
even more infuriating to see Gabby get his matching orders, when it was
patently obvious to the entire planet that the principle protagonist was far
more deserving of censure.
The "Who Me Guv'" striker comes with retractable fingernails as standard |
However for all our bleating about Costa’s culpability, I’d love to
have just such an animal playing in red & white. Although our Brazilian
centre-half might well possess a streak of much-needed nastiness, we were no
less irate at his naivety, in falling hook, line and sinker for Costa’s
customary antics. And if Gabriel was going to get himself sent off, he
should’ve at least left Diego with a proper dig to remember him by. Should the
resulting media brouhaha result in a crack down, sadly it will only be our other
competitors who’re likely to profit against the Blues.
As was the case in Zagreb in midweek and on countless more occasions
over the past decade, Saturday’s farce only served to highlight the most
significant missing link in our squad, which is, as ever, the absence of genuine
leadership. Our downfall against Dynamo was down to a comatose Arsenal, arrogantly
sauntering around, as if they need have only turned up to secure all three
points. A vocal captain might’ve inspired a more concerted and focused
effort and his team-mates wouldn’t have dared display such a disrespectful
attitude for fear of incurring his wrath. If we’d had a proper leader out on
the park on Saturday, he might’ve intervened sooner to prevent Gabriel from
becoming Costa’s patsy.
Yet I fear that without a massive stroke of luck, until such time as
someone invents a means of measuring character on an Excel spreadsheet, Arsène
will never chance upon a player with real personality. Without this vital
element, the Gunners might be doomed to remain in our Groundhog Day loop of
underachievement. In a week when it was confirmed that we have £200mill in the
bank, it feels as if Arsène’s niggardly chickens might be coming home to roost.
Our Stamford Bridge medicine was much easier to swallow, when it was
being dispensed by monster opposition, but thus far, this season’s incarnation
of Mourinho’s outfit has proved far more mediocre. Consequently we appeared
fairly comfortable at the back prior to Gabriel’s early bath, seemingly
determined to thwart Chelsea with the sort of composed display, which might
provide Petr Cech with the clean sheet that he must’ve been desperate for, on
his first return to Stamford Bridge.
Sadly we were far from at our scintillating best going forward.
Compared to the way in which we peppered the Potters’ goal last week, we were
positively shot-shy on Saturday, with only Walcott’s half-hearted attempt to
show for our first-half efforts. Nevertheless, it was an evenly matched contest
until Mike Dean took centre stage.
Having firmly established himself as the most essential cog in the
Arsenal engine, Coquelin was the very last player any of us expected Arsène to
sacrifice at the break and our prospects of grinding out a draw evaporated when
Franny was withdrawn.
Seeing Zouma rise unchallenged to head home the opening goal, I had
to wonder why Wenger had bothered bringing on Chambers. As porous as Chelsea’s
defence has been, at least their centre-backs demonstrated on Saturday that
they are sufficiently well-drilled to know better than to leave the
opposition’s aerial threat unmarked!
Seemingly unlike Santi, we were definitely not amused! |
Santi’s expulsion quashed any remaining vestige of hope and we had
to settle for spending the last 10 minutes venting our staunch defiance
vocally, in an effort to aid a 9-man Arsenal over the finishing line with our
unstinting support, teasing the hushed home crowd with a chorus of “is this the
Emirates?”
Normally I wouldn’t be
too desperate for success from a second XI in the Mickey Mouse Cup. Yet it
would be unconscionable to follow our defeat in the Champions League and
against Chelsea with a cup exit at White Hart Lane and I really wouldn’t fancy
travelling to Filbert Street with our tails between our legs, to meet a buoyant
Leicester. Still a particularly long-shot but I wonder what price one could’ve obtained from the bookies before
the season started, for Ranieri to finish the campaign looking down on the Gobby
One?
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