Good afternoon everybody. It’s Friday. You ain’t got no job. And you ain’t got shit to do. I’mma get you high today.
High on the essence of Arsenal as opposed to any narcotics which this blog completely and utterly
supports deplores. And there’s good reason to be feeling jolly on this, rather chilly, morning. On Wednesday night we dispatched of Leeds with relative ease, despite the papers declaring how ‘brave’ they were. Whilst they were definitely unfortunate about the way in which a replay was earned on our part, due to the dramatic timing of it all, there’s no doubt that Wednesday night we bossed the game and the difference in class showed.
Onwards we go and you have to believe that Huddersfield at home will hopefully be a lot less dramatic than the Leeds game. I went to Manchester early November and somehow, someway got talking to a Huddersfield fan in the middle of the dancefloor. He was completely off his tits.
Imagine if Sir Alex Ferguson got hold of some of the most potent drug in the world, but then foolishly forgot to bring along his trusty chewing gum. Instead of his trusty chewing gum to chew on, Sir Alex is left only with his own cheeks. That was this guy. In between all of the gnashing of his teeth he was trying to tell me just how much those guys rated Afobe in just the couple of appearances that they had seen him in at their club. Apparently he’s already a bit of a crowd favorite. I bet he was happy with the draw, Gurning Guy.
First off though we have revenge on our minds as we welcome Wigan to the Emirates. The draw up there felt like a loss and it would be nice to give them a nice little spanking at the Emirates, like the naughty boys they are for taking two points from us. It should be three points, as their defending is woeful, and good confidence to take into the second leg against Ipswich is a bonus.
What a difference a year can make though? This time last year our options in goal were Manuel Almunia and a very poor Lukasz Fabianski. If I remember correctly we were being linked with a move for Mark Scwarzer and Shay Given, and in the end it became our Vermaelan’s heel.
This season we have a much improved Fabianski, to the point now where it’s not a constant panty-wetting experience when he’s in goal. And then there’s Wojiech Szczesney who makes my panties wet in a very different kind of way.
Although his kicking still has a lot of improving to do, the young man shows an assurance and presence in goal that belies his relative inexperience. The unfortunate shoulder injury to Lukasz means he has his chance to shine and, if his performances carry on the way they have been, it would be harsh if Wojiech gets demoted as soon as his fellow Pole is fit.
More on Wigan tomorrow.
I love Arsenal,
and I love you too.