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I hate football, yes, you read this correctly. I HATE FOOTBALL!
I hate my addiction to needing to know the result of games and the desire to travel to games and be there to see my team. I hate the need to shout and sing and encourage the players to work harder. This roller coaster of emotion had me deciding not to watch the Aston Villa game live on some dodgy internet link last night. So I tuned in later to Sky’s extended highlights on Football First.
I settled down with my cold beer in hand. My heart was racing, I had already heard that Chelsea had beaten Birmingham 3-nil and so were top of the league with 51 points. We could overtake the Chavs, albeit still with them having a game in hand. The game began and within ten minutes I was a nervous wreck. I asked myself was this really the same team that I saw demolish Aston Villa in 20 amazing minutes at the Emirates?
Where was the rapid interchange of passes? Where were the confident punches from the goalkeeper? Where was the feeling that every time we were on the ball, Arsenal would score? The loss of Vermaelen made my guts twist into an awful sense of fear and nausea. Ok Sol Campbell is a Gooner!
The game went on, I sank lower into my seat, but at least I was heartened by hearing nothing but the Arsenal away support singing on the soundtrack! At least the boys were there!
As the second half began I pictured the Gooners that I knew from past away games, and how they would be singing at the Holt end “Shall we sing a song for you?” I recall my last visit to Villa park, a strange lack of atmosphere for such a potentially big club. Fabregas’s shot ricocheted off the post, my heart lept and the pulse in my temple began to throb. YESSS! I knew that we could turn this around, in two minutes we will have netted the winner! Subs were made. Nic Bendtner looked useful, I buried my head as a good chance went begging, I whispered to myself, “Can’t blame Bendtner for that, he’s only just returned”
The game ended in a draw and I felt emotionally drained. Two more points dropped, and why? Chelsea seem to go on and on. Man United seem to score with only 30 seconds to go? But currently this Arsenal team seem intent on reinventing the big dipper Roller Coaster on Blackpool Pleasure beach. White knuckle rides and fear, we’ve got it. Trouser soaking, gut wrenching disappointment? We’ve got it. Finger nail biting anticipation? We’ve got it. Heart throbbing admiration and hope? We’ve got it… Utterly mind-blowing ecstasy and elation resulting in one almost passing out with the pleasure? We’ve got it.
As I said at the beginning, I HATE FOOTBALL for subjecting me to this torture of emotions. But I LOVE THE ARSENAL….
Ten games unbeaten? We’ve got it! Still have the Title in our sights? We’ve got it. Aston Villa was a tricky game anyway and at least we didn’t lose! Optimism? We’ve got it!
Roll on Sunday when I don my colours and head for the Emirates.
Fabregas the King ftk@arsenalinsider.com {jcomments on}
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