Love Is In The Air

Sometimes, the world just reeks weeds and is rank. I’ve hardly got any money to buy my sister a birthday present, due to the lack of EMA. But the best present that any football fan, let alone any Gooner, was when the number 9 shirt walked onto the notrh london turf. That was the day when medical science and sheer human touch shone through.

Arsenal’s unbeaten run streches to 12, but that can be quite decieveing. 7 of those have been draws, and a lack of goals have been at the midst of this (but a lack of goals conceded also). We’ve been harping back to one-nil to the arsenal recently, quite refreshing really. But the team needed an injection of creativity; for me, the 0-0 draw at White Hart Lane was worse than it should be. I lost my patience and confidence. It seemed Arsenal were waning in tandem with Eboue’s tempremant.

But when you look at the hospital beds at Ashburton Grove, you realise that we have something to look back on, to guide us to possible success. It was this time last year, in doomed February, when our title hopes burst. Could it be february 2009 that this is subverted? if anything, there seemed to be a quietly bubbling emotional atmosphere last night.

Eduardo was the protagonist, and who can take that mantle off him? It seemed like he didn’t leave at all; his touch like Messi, his vision splendor – a raking through ball from one side of the pitch too another and a cheeky lob to boot at goal. However, it wasn’t his goal or touch that was quite surprising, it was the level of commitment that shone through. he never shirked away from a defender’s boot, nor shyed from a shoulder barge. Instead, he elevated himself to the occasion and as a result, the whole team rose substance and value to accord. Bendnter tracked back, Nasri threw more shots on targer and Denilson looked like a man rather than a boy on wanting to be on the beach.

Burnley now await, and after that either Sheffield United – old foes in the F.A Cup – or Hull. Is this a year of (say it quietly) silverware? The league is beyond us, but who cannot say that the f.a cup and maybe a final in Rome isn’t far off? Who knows, but romance still lingers as the waft of spring returns.