Ah! It’s been a long while since I have been this happy to wake up on a Monday morning and make no mistake I am absolutely elated.
I WATCHED DEADPOOL!
Oh! Yeah, I did that. It was a lovely Saturday and it made way for an even better Sunday. Valentine’s day came full of people wearing red up and down and ‘Valentine twitter’ being all mushy and moist…Needless to say I got no gifts. I wasn’t mad, cos there was a gift that I was looking forward to, a gift that was all I wanted for Valentine’s day.
An Arsenal win
I went into that game with trepidation. Like is that even believable? It was a game against Leicester for pete’s sake! Who’d have thought that a few years ago? That we’d be going into a match with Leicester facing them as potential league champions. Well the game started, the viewing centre was full and unlike other countries where perhaps the pub will be filled with only gunners, the viewing centre has everyone in including opposition fans so watching games has an extra spice.
We didn’t play too well and I don’t want to focus too much on the game itself, more on the feelings surrounding it. I don’t like Leicester as much anymore. I still respect them and I think they’ve done an incredible job in the Premier League to be leaders in February and in Vardy and Mahrez they have some outstanding players (not World Class in my opinion as I feel that requires a little more consistency over the course of a few years…the term is stupid anyway) but the tactics they employed yesterday were less than savoury. I was appalled at how they just wanted to hack everyone, I was glad that sometimes we gave as good as we received, but for the most part they seemed to want to kill everyone. For their penalty, it was a dive. I’ve seen the replay again and again and Monreal hardly touched him. He drove the ball to the left and let himself fall over.
It was harsh.
It was harsher still because just before then Ozil had been fouled and it hadn’t been given before they made their way to our box. Vardy scored and I was livid. The referee was piss poor. There was another dive by Mahrez and thank God that wasn’t given though I’m highly suspicious that that was because we had already conceded one penalty as opposed to the ref actually seeing anything.
There were loads of handballs by them and still nothing was done.
Finally some justice.
Simpson got sent off.
Now on another day I would have said the second yellow was a bit harsh, but I got some savage pleasure seeing it and I was happy. We laid siege. Walcott scored, we had chance after chance which we didn’t convert and then
I kid you not I was about to leave the viewing centre frustrated, an anger filled post brewing in my head, but then I heard it—the tumultuous scream of joy filled fans as Welbeck glanced the ball into the net. I was screaming and beating my chest and screaming some more. You’d think we won the league—we haven’t, but we could and that’s comforting.
So that leaves us two points behind the league leaders with a real shot at catching them. Admittedly their next five games are much, much easier than ours as they play Norwich and Watford in that time frame while we play Man Utd and Spurs (both away) but there would be confidence received from winning a game like that and winning two games on the bounce.
It was disheartening to see Man City lose to the Spuds, but we ourselves play the Spuds in a few weeks so we could do something about it, that’s up to us.
I don’t want to talk about individual performances really, I will say I’m extremely happy for Welbeck and that anyone who said he couldn’t add anything to our season can sew their mouths shut now that would be nice.
A shoutout to Arsene for some astute substitutions that won us the game. He gets a lot of stick for his wrong decisions, he should be praised for his correct ones.
Anyways, I’m glad, we’re still in it, there are 12 more games, we can still do this.