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Thursday, September 23, 2010

Tottenham 1 Arsenal 4(aet)

All in all, this was a consummate performance following quickly on the disappointment of Saturday night at the Stadium of Light.
We breezed into the 4th Round of the Carling Cup after silencing the Tottenham crowd – albeit in extratime. The score of 4-1 very much reflected the pattern of play and in addition to our 54% possession, including our 19 shots at goal as against Spur’s 9 shots, our dominance was crystal clear.
At no time in the game were we under sustained pressure, unlike the constant barrage we unleashed at the other end. That the game dragged onto extra time was largely due to uncoordinated finishing on our part – rather than any stalwart resistance by Spurs.
It turned out to be our biggest win at White Hart Lane since 1980 and credit must go to all the players, who put on a show to compensate for the banishment of Wenger from the bench.

The Three 'Gunner' Musketeers had a fine night


Quickly, below are the ratings.
*Fabianski (5/10) – Easily our worst player on the night. What Wenger sees in him, we all will never know. Was largely responsible for Spur’s equalizer as he failed to hold onto Robbie Keane’s weak shot. Despite his mistake and general lack of confidence, I must say this was the first game I’ve seen us win with him between the sticks. Little wonder fellow-Pole, Wojciech Szczesny is threatening showdown talks if he isn’t given a run.
* Eboue (7/10) – Did very well as deputy to Sagna. Denied Spurs any real in-road from the right and though caught out a couple of times by the sneaky David Bentley, he recovered well to ward of his threat and even marauded regularly into the Spurs’ half. It’s a measure of what a fine time a fullback is having, when he spends so much time in the opponents’ half.
*Koscielny (8/10) – Another five-star performance from the new boy. Dealt very well with all of Spur’s forays and commanded the defence admirably. Pulled off a glorious tackle in the 70th minute as the dangerous Aaron Lennon was poised to shoot at goal. There never seems to be an off day for him. Quality defender indeed.
*Djourou (7/10) – Did quite well for someone who has been out for ages. Slotted smoothly beside Koscielny and helped keep the marauding Pavlyuchenko and Keane at bay. Was clearly rusty due to the length of time he’s been out but did well and ticked all the right boxes. If he stays injury free, we should see more of him.
*Gibbs (7/10) – His stature clearly has improved and it is apparent why Wenger was willing to sell Armand Traore and hang onto to Gibbs. Forced the substitution of the speedy Giovanni and also stood up very well to his replacement, Lennon. Limped off late in the extra period with an injury which was later confirmed to be a mere bruising.
* Denilson (6/10) – Not a very convincing night for the little Brazilian but he was adequate for the occasion. Still cannot fill the boots of Alex Song but on the night, he put in an average shift. I reckon no way is he a defensive midfielder.
* Lansbury (7/10) – Manned the right side of midfield and did his case no harm at all. Got us off to a great start in the 13th minute with a goal at the end of a five-man move. Wenger says he reminds of him of Ray Parlour and from last night’s heroics, he surely has set his eyes on emulating the one-time Gunner great.
*Nasri (7/10) - Took his time to get into the game and it later emerged why. A thigh strain restricted him through the greater part of the match. He was to play a pivotal part as he won the penalty in extratime that restored our lead and scored again to make it 3-1. Took over the captain’s band from Rosicky and it seemed to propel him as the game wore on.
*Rosicky (6/10) – Led the team out and battled bravely until he was withdrawn after picking up a knock in the second half. Was clearly intent on appeasing the fans after Saturday’s penalty miss at Sunderland. Went a long way in achieving that.
* Wilshire (8/10) – Is there a better 18 year-old in the game anywhere in the world at the moment? I doubt it. Lionheart Jack, simply put, ran the show on the night. Full of running, trickery and an eye for a pass, he effortlessly slotted into the Fabregas position and tirelessly ran rings round the Spurs players. Their response was to kick him endlessly but he still found time and space to lay on goals for Lansbury and later for Arshavin late in the game. What a legend he’s growing to be!
* Vela (5/10) – A disappointing night for the smiling Mexican. He seems to prefer coming off the bench and putting on cameos than starting games and taking full responsibility for the attack. Wasn’t given any leeway by the Spurs defence and didn’t do enough to merit one. Withdrawn in the second half for Chamakh.


Subs
• Arshavin (7/10) – The Russian came on for Rosicky and galvanized our attack at a very crucial time. Scored the final goal off a quick freekick from Wilshire.
• Chamakh (6/10) – Didn’t do much except win a penalty for the third goal. Full of running and enterprise as always.
• Clichy (5/10) – Came on in the extra period to replace a limping Gibbs. Helped soak the little Spurs pressure as the game petered out.
This competition now looks very much wide open with big guns like Man City, Liverpool and Chelsea all dumped out. It might turn out to be our year in this much-maligned Cup, often used as breeding ground by Wenger. Fingers crossed on that.


Next up, we welcome a tricky West Brom to the Emirates on Saturday afternoon as attention shifts back to the premiership. After the heroics at Spurs, appetites are now very much whetted in anticipation of more wins. Also welcomed back would be Wenger after serving his one-match ban as well as Song for the two cautions against Sunderland.

Tuesday, September 21, 2010

Gunnertalk: Conversations from an African Pub

I watched last Saturday’s drawn game with Sunderland in the dark confines of an overflowing pub in downtown Johannesburg and was quite ‘priviledged’ to sit-in on an exchange between a cross-section of soccer fans also there for the occasion.



Enjoy the session with me.


Its 6.25pm local time and we are all perched on rickety stools scattered around seven tables. The music is naturally too loud to hear the Skysports commentators of Efan Ekoku and Peter Drury, so some over-enthusiastic types do the honours as the teams file out of the tunnel.
Cameras close up on the faces of Cesc Fabregas, Kieran Richardson and referee Phil Dowd as they lead both teams out onto the well-manicured lawn.
To my right, a beefy, Nigerian-looking, dark bloke pipes up.
“Oh yes, they’ve given them a Man U referee. There’s no way Arsenal can win this game”
To my left, a little, subdued fella, clutching a sweating bottle of transparent something responds: “Why are they wearing yellow? Whenever we don’t wear red, we don’t win!”.
“Don’t start making excuses my man”, beefy Nigerian fires back. “Just accept that you can’t win anyway”.
“What do you mean, making excuses?”, little fella turned around, eyes darting like a squirrel’s. “Who are Sunderland that we have to make excuse for?”
“Oh, so you don’t know they have Gyan now, the Ghanaian? You will be surprised that he will finish you today. Remember Van Persie and Bendtner are not there. And Walcott too. And of course, you guys don’t have a keeper”, beefy Nigerian boasted with glee obviously pleased with himself for this unsolicited team update.
“My friend, so there’s no one in goal for us. Is that what you mean?”
“Ah, Almunia is not a keeper now, you know”.
Little fella clearly was a Gunner. His sparring partner wasn’t a Sunderland supporter, just someone who backed anyone playing against Arsenal.
The match kicks-off and Sunderland launch opening forays into Arsenal area, winning an early corner kick.
“You see, I told you, Arsenal will die today”, beefy Nigerian sang with a wide grin, as if Arsenal was a human being.
Corner kick comes to nothing. Ball is cleared and we momentarily string passes in the middle much to the distaste of beefy Nigerian.
“Everytime one touch, one touch. Wenger thinks this is Champions League where they can play and score as they like”.
No response from little fella who pretends he did not hear. The music from the loudspeakers go up an octave for some reason and a fat lady in jeans mini-skirt brushes past me on her way to the bar. She attracts lots of attention as she jiggles her behind in a sleazy attempt to attract even more attention.
“Give the ball to that man!”, beefy Nigerian yells at the screen as Sunderland break into our half of the pitch. My eyes return to the screen in time to see El Mohammady attempt a pass to “that man”, which was blocked by Song.
“Ah, this Song. Is it Wenger who told him to cut this hairstyle?”, beefy Nigerian asked sheepishly, in reference to Song’s new hyena chops-dyed look.
Little fella, who looks a cross between a Malawian, a South African and a Zimbabwean glances over at his sparring partner and just shakes his head sadly. As if to say, what an irrelevant comment that was.
Suddenly; “GOAL, GOAL, OH, WHAT A GOAL!”
Little fella shot from his stool and did a jiggy-dance on the floor, joined by several apparently undercover Gunners.
“Ah, ah”, a stunned-looking Beefy protested as the replays of Fabregas’ fluke goal were repeated from several angles. “Ah, ah how can that be a goal? It was deflection and the keeper was not in the post and because of that they should count it as a backpass”.
I smiled inwardly at this new, bizarre interpretation of football rules. There was no pacifying Beefy however as Phil Dowd restarted the game.
“This Man U referee…how can he allow that? They are the ones killing football. What kind of goal is that? How can he allow that? Did he not see that the ball hit Fabregas’ hand?”
This latest intelligence stirred a new voice.
“My friend, what do you mean handball? Can’t you see the replay? What handball? You better finish that beer quickly so you can see clearly”. General laughter at this attack on Beefy.
Looking overwhelmed, Beefy stayed subdued for a few minutes as he contemplated this new turn of events. Like a wounded dog, he sat silent on his stool with sad eyes following the action on the big, overhanging screen.
Soon it was halftime and the referee blew the half over.

True or False..."when we don't wear red, we don't win?" 
I went out to make a call and check if my vehicle (a minibus) was still where I left it. Being a very notorious neighbourhood and also being a weekend where the streets were overflowing with drunken revellers, undesirables and what-have-you, one could not be too careful.
I returned to a heated debate between Beefy, little fella and an assortment of other faces. The fat lady in miniskirt who was now being cuddled around the waist down by a hefty, half white, half black bouncer-looking type. The category of people generally known as coloureds here. Coloured man, who apparently had no interest in football was trying to tell all those assembled that he once watched Man United play at Old Trafford and there was no way the Fabregas goal would have stood at the famous Theatre of Dreams if it was scored by an away side.
He was immediately shouted down by a group of excited, clearly Arsenal-supporting sorts who were obviously pleased with the events of the first half.
Fat lady looked from one face to the other, basking in the attention from her new boyfriend as she slurped the liquid contents from the brown bottle in her chunky left hand.
Commercials over on the big screen, the teams came out again to commence hostilities for the second half. Meanwhile I had to stand now since my stool had since been re-possessed while I was out checking my vehicle. Here, you don’t go asking questions.
“This man sef”, in reference to Sunderland coach, Steve Bruce, “when will he bring Gyan now?”, Beefy wondered. “If Gyan was here, by now they would have scored three against that your keeper”, he predicted, directing his tirade at little fella.
“I thought you said we didn’t have a keeper. Why haven’t the others scored since?”, little fella attempted to shut him up.
“Ah wait now, you will see what will happen when Gyan comes. I’m sure they are reserving him for this second half”.
Game resumes and ten minutes later, Song sees red.
“Eh, eh, I told you...that Song”, Beefy celebrated. “He thinks this is African Cup of Nations where you can push people around on the pitch and referee will not say anything. Ah, I trust this referee, he will not take nonsense”.
“What did he do?”, little fella protested, looking around him for support. Something which I momentarily considered offering him as I also seethed at the injustice of the Song sending-off.
Fired up now, beefy offered a steady stream of encouragement to Sunderland players as he saw the chanceof beating ten-man Arsenal.
Then came the 76th minute and the penalty for Arsenal.
Oh God, this referee!”, lamented Beefy. “See how they are killing football in England. What did that guy do now?”. ‘That guy’ being El Mohamady who had brought down Nasri in the box.
“Ah, ah I thought you said he is not like an African referee that allows pushing. So now he has shown that he won’t allow kicking as well”, little fella taunted him as he smiled, obviously pleased with this golden chance to seal the points.
Moments later, the smiled vanished from his face as Rosicky skied his shot into the crowd.
“Ah, I told you. Didn’t I tell you? I said they can’t score wayo penalty”, Beefy danced on his stool as huge moans and invectives were directed at the screen and Rosicky in particular from around inside the pub.
Little fella, clearly taken aback by this unexpected setback, couldn’t muster any form of reply.
Soon, finally, Gyan was introduced and Beefy serenaded his entry.
“Eh, eh, now this is the end of Arsenal. My friend, you will see football now. Classical football, not this thing you people have been doing since. Let them just give the ball to Gyan and your keeper will be in trouble”.
Well, the game drifted to its closing minutes and still ‘trouble’ refused to happen. Gyan himself saw very little of the ball as we warded off attack-after-attack.
“This referee should blow this game off now”, pleaded little fella as the clock showed the 90 minutes were up.
“What do you mean blow this game?”, Beefy reacted sharply as he sought to cling to the fading hope of Sunderland salvaging something. Anything. Now, with the minutes all but gone, he looked disturbed and dispirited.
I for one, was quivering with nerves as the game drifted into extra time. We hadn’t been our scintillating selves but surely now, after all the yeoman’s work done by our defenders, we weren’t going to chuck it all away.
Then in the 95th, new introduction, Boudjewin Zenden crossed into our box. The ball was headed out; someone headed it back in and after and almighty ding-dong, it fell to Bent who smashed it home.
Pandemonium, bedlam broke around me. The noise that erupted swallowed up the strains of Congolese music that had all along provided a backdrop in the pub.
I made my exit, crestfallen.
On my way out, I saw little fella with hands deep in his pockets crossing the busy road. Poor guy. Wish I could say or do something to lift a fellow Gunner; who had single-handedly defied a garrulous opponent and almost made him eat all his words.
Well, it is the lot of the fan. Helpless and forever hostage to the mistakes and failings of players thousands of miles away.
I headed to my vehicle, which thankfully was still standing where I left it.
At least we didn’t lose, I told myself. If only Rosicky had scored that penalty. If only…














Monday, September 20, 2010

Sunderland 1 Arsenal 1

In view of the fact this looked more like two points dropped, it must have been disappointing. But on further perspective, quite a handful of positives emerged from this heated game. All the rage and hype was how Sunderland came back at the death to snatch a so-called “well deserved point”. Considering how much application and effort they put into the game, they probably deserved to take something out of it.
On the other side of the coin, this same fixture last year was a 1-0 defeat to us but at a ground where we have never had much luck, a point was something to savour.
Steve Bruce spoke before the match of how much respect and admiration he had for the work done by Wenger both at Arsenal and in the game. Complimentary as it looks, such comments before a meeting between sides, often helps to lull opponents into a false sense of security.
It looked to have been case as the game kicked off in the Stadium of Light late in the day. The hosts swarmed over us and launched attack after attack. They set out their stall quite early and were intent on denying us all the space, latitude and ‘respect’ that Braga showed during the midweek.
Good enough. Until the 13th minute that is.
All Sunderland’s efforts yielded were cornerkicks after cornerkicks until the 13th minute when a goal of unbelievable dimensions changed the face of the game.
A harmless ball was played back to Anton Ferdinand in the Sunderland defence and all he needed do was to pass it on or hoof it upfield. Instead, he dallied and dallied until at the last minute, he attempted a clearance with Fabregas closing in.
The now-hasty clearance rebounded off Fabregas’ right peg and sailed high into the air, over and above the retreating Simon Mignolet in goal for Sunderland and straight into the hosts’ net. Comical was too inadequate to describe it.
Steve Bruce’s hands-on-the-head pose captured the disbelief around the stadium and as he explained post-match, such a goal only happened in the “old school days kickabouts”. Well, this was the premiership; edition of 2010.
Fabregas must have tweaked his hamstring because ten minutes later, he departed the pitch.
Sunderland continued pressing with huge doses of cornerkicks but we repelled everything and actually upped our game in the second half. Two decent chances fell to Arshavin which he fluffed (customarily?) and one to Chamakh after a fine interchange between Nasri and Rosicky but Mignolet saved at his feet.
Then in the 56th, events turned against us as Song was shown a second caution and sent off. Down to ten men, we still fought on bravely and kept Sunderland at bay. It got even better for us when El Mohammady scythed Nasri in the 72nd and the referee promptly pointed to the spot.
Up stepped Rosicky, wearing the captain’s band in Fabregas’ absence, who skied the ball into Row Z.
It was backs-to-the-wall stuff again for us as Sunderland poured forward in droves to nick something. We were doing a very good job of it though until the 95th minute when a high ball was lifted into the box and fell between Squillaci and Wilshire. Before both, or any of them could respond, up popped Darren Bent to smash the ball past the diving Almunia for their equalizer.
A true test of wills this was, but one I believe we emerged from with heads held high. And a precious point away from home as well.

Turning point...Rosicky blasting away his penalty kick that gave Sunderland hope





 Below are the ratings.
*Almunia (7/10) – Was impressive throughout and commanded his area well despite the onslaught of cornerkicks. Looks to have really upped his game and there seems to be a better understanding now between him and the defence. Stopped everything that came his way until Bent’s late, late show. No fault attached to him for that at all.
* Sagna (7/10) – Did his usual bit and ran his socks off for the team. It was going to be a night of top defending if we were to get anything there and he stepped up to the mark admirably.
* Squillaci (8/10) – Coped very well with all of Sunderland’s onslaught and emerged with his reputation very much intact. The wisdom in his acquisition is quite clear for all to see. His experience proved vital throughout the game as we had to defend for long stretches. Him, along with other members of the defence were my men of the match.
* Koscielny (8/10) – Another hero for us on the night. He enhanced his growing reputation by combining with Squillaci to keep Bent, Wellbeck, Henderson & co at bay. Very assured on the ball and had a great game despite the late equalizer. His performance since the start of the season clearly bodes well for our defensive record this season.
* Clichy (7/10) – Also dealt will all that came his way and kept the dangerous Kieran Richardson very quiet. Couldn’t combine effectively with Arshavin in front of him though but did his bit in the back four. Headed a goalbound ball off the line in the second half.
* Song (6/10) – Was overrun by Sunderland’s five-man midfield in the first half but stepped up his game as the match unfolded. Picked up unnecessary cautions that led to a red card in the 55th minute but should be back for the West Brom this weekend after serving his suspension against Tottenham in the Carling Cup.
* Wilshire (8/10) – After the defence duo of Squillaci and Koscielny, he was our next most-impressive player. Was almost everywhere on the pitch; passing, running and tackling and being tackled. Got a lot of rough treatment from the Sunderland players but was not faved. Always got up, dusted himself and ploughed in again. A true lion heart, this Jack.
* Fabregas (6/10) – He won’t score another goal in his career like the one he got in the13th minute. But kudos to him for persistence. Not afforded time on the ball as he would want. Eventually succumbed to a tight hamstring and departed early. Bad news now is that he may be out for a month.
* Nasri (7/10) – In the circumstances, did quite well. Absent was the time and space enjoyed by us against Braga, nonetheless, he took the game to the Mackems and supported Chamakh upfront. His determination drew the penalty that would have sewn up the three points for us. Sadly, it was not to be.
* Arshavin (5/10) – Poor, poor game by his standards. He seems to have his mind elsewhere half the time. At the end of two very good balls in the first half and another from Song early in the second. Made nothing out of both and was (almost expectedly now) sacrificed for Denilson after the Song red card. Doesn’t appear to be happy about something.
* Chamakh (7/10) – You got to love this guy. Battled bravery all through 90 minutes with complete dedication. He has already shown what a handy purchase he is. Saturday wasn’t one of his good days, but you could never fault him for attitude. Kept running and troubling the Sunderland defence pair of Ferdinand and Titus Bramble, though the lack of support eventually wore him out.






Subs
• Denilson (6/10) – Clearly now, he is seen as a defensive midfielder and sidekick to Song. Came on after the Camerounian was sent off. Tried to stem Sunderland’s forays through the middle and almost nicked a breakaway goal late in the game. Not the first choice though in a starting line-up.
• Rosicky (6/10) - At the centre of the game’s biggest talking point. Had the chance to seal the points with a penalty kick, which he bungled spectacularly for a player of his considerable experience. Heads dropped a bit after that, but for Bent’s late intervention, he would have got away with that costly miss.


Next up, we go to White Hart Lane on Tuesday night as Carling Cup season kicks off. It’s bound to be a tough night ahead and with Wenger traditionally giving the kids and squad members a run out, anything could happen there. Unconfirmed early rumours have it that the Polish sensation Wojciech Szczesny will be preferred to ‘Calamity Lukasz’ in goal. That for me, is positive and hopeful enough.