Those who danced were thought to be mad, by those who could not hear the music
My friend posted this on their Facebook wall yesterday, and for some reason it struck me straight away. So often as an Arsenal fan, you find yourself making arguments and being dismissed by those who claim to know better, or claim to be more knowledgable.
What gets me about last night is that we, as fans, had the TEMERITY to think that 11 vs 11 we had the ability to keep out Barcelona for another half an hour. Let’s get this straight. 11 vs 11 if we are to take the first leg into account, up until the sending off we had completed 70% of the task in hand. We were going through, a goal conceded was taking it to extra time.
People point to the first half. Fine, let’s look at the first half. People moan more than girlfriends do about toilet seats when it comes to our defence. For 47 minutes last night we had restricted Barcelona to not too many shots on target whatsoever, apart from hitting the post from a ridiculous angle. What undid us?
Even writing this, I genuinely feel fucking angry as shit. What Cesc thought would come of a backheel on the edge of our area to a team-mate surrounded by two players I don’t know. I literally cannot fathom what he was trying to do, but do it he did anyway. The rest was some FIFA shit.
So we were heading out, until we scored a goal. Own goal, yes. They all count. Abou Diaby managed to head it in from the penalty spot into his own goal at Old Trafford last season and that changed the complexity of the whole game from then on. Buscuits did the same thing. 11 vs 11 would have been interesting. They really had to come out and go for goal, we could have played the same way we did in the first half and the result would have been extra time if they’d scored once.
Quite how Eric managed to get away with this, I don’t know but get away with it he did. If you take a look at some of the other pictures of the mele, the referee was right in the middle. Prick. The ref was blowing up for anything and everything the whole match. What can you do?
I’m so fucking upset writing this I literally don’t want to carry on. I had a discussion with a Spurs fan last night who claimed we didn’t have the heart to chase the game. I pointed out that we had 10 men for what was a joke sending off and that it’s hard to press at the Nou Camp. Apparantly we just don’t have it in us to bring back deficits. I literally cannot describe how good this team is.
People moan at us for not coming out in the first half. We tried to but their pressing game is very strong, and our passing game was lax as fuck.
Let me put it this way. Arsenal will pass it round every team in the Premiership, bar Manchester United, for fun. People press us in the league and we negate that even on a bad day. What Barcelona did to us is absolutely phenomenal.
When Inter Milan got the result they needed against Barcelona they had no shots on goal. Jose Mourinho was heralded as a fucking genius. Arsenal park the bus, and it’s a completely different story.
I’m tired of people who don’t support Arsenal coming to talk to me with lazy punditry. Our defence held firm against the best team ever last night and were robbed of it being a fair game by some prick of a ref. Our defence in the league has conceded the same amount as Manchester United, so it can’t be that awful.
I would love to see another English team, preferably Spurs, play against this Barcelona team just to see how good they are through their own rose-tinted spectacles. We beat them at home, and were robbed away. No matter what anyone says, we were robbed of the chance to pull off a great feat.
To end, all I’m going to say is this. Were it not for Nicklas Bendtner and his touch of a Rose West, then this could have all been completely different. They’re great, but they’re not invincible. At no point were we further than one goal from going through. I’ll take that.
Week of death continues on Saturday against United.
I love Arsenal,
and I love you too.