Welcome to the GunnersoreArse blog. Being blogged 918.74 kilometers from the Emirates Stadium.
Firstly I need to explain, to tell a little story and I want you bastards to listen. I’ve been having problems with my internet connection at home. I normally get a wi fi hotspot but the last few days it has been very temperamental, I have a chromebook so to work on it I need to be connected to the internet. So I was worried about getting my blog out as usual this week. consequently, I went to my local bar to watch the match and took my laptop with me, the intention being to write the blog as I watched the match on a large screen TV. I got to the bar at 3pm local time, a good hour before kick off. Installed myself at the bar and drank a pastis.
Not long after I arrived some friends came into the bar and the drinks started to flow. My laptop was on a table already connected and awaiting my input about the game. The game started but by now the conversation, like the alcohol, was flowing freely. By the time the match started I’d had four glasses of pastis and the thought of typing out my match report in situ was becoming a bit of a chore. So I stayed at the bar counter and continued drinking but keeping an eye on the match. Welbeck goes down at the edge of the penalty area and we get a penalty, nicely converted by Santi. From what I could see, Palace were pressing us continually, our passing was going everywhere but to another Arsenal player and players seemed to be slipping on their arses all over the place.
Then I look at the screen and there is a great move with Ozil putting a through ball to Danny boy in the area and he shoots. The shot was stopped by their keeper but he couldn’t hold onto it and Giroud toe pokes into the net. Two nil and against the run of play, we are in the lead. However, from my blurred memory, I don’t think Palace had an effort on our goal, but by now I was well on my merry way so could be wrong about that.
We seemed to be cruising and the tactic of the day seemed to be quick, pacy breaks. In the second half I saw a sublime break, again with Ozil at the heart of it, from defence to attack within a couple of seconds. The ball goes to Sanchez in the Palace area but his shot goes just wide. Lovely stuff. But Palace start to push on and we are under increasing pressure, my bum starts to make strange noises and the thought creeps into my head that we could end up losing this 3-2. It’s an Arsenal supporter thing isn’t it. Never confident enough to think we can hold onto a lead.
Then on the obligatory 70 minute mark, our substitutions come on. The Gunners are going to park the bus, Gibbs and Rosicky come on to replace Welbeck and Ozil. This to me was inviting Palace to increase their pressure and the outcome was a goal pulled back in the 90th minute. My bum goes mental when the ref gives five minutes added time and Palace nearly salvage a draw in the last minute when luck smiled upon us and the post intervened.
A few points about the match, controversy surrounded both our goals, if the pundits are to be believed then Welbeck was marginally outside the penalty area when he was brought down. For the second goal he was deemed by the pundits to be offside. Fine margins, very very fine margins but I think the ref got the decisions spot on. However, another bizarre decision was when Ozil managed to beat their defeners to a header and it looped towards the goal only for Spironi to tip it over the bar. He definately got a touch but a goal kick was awarded instead of a corner.
But hey, a win is a win, we didn’t play well and some are suggesting the pitch had something to do with our wayward passing. Perhaps it was, perhaps it wasn’t…. who gives a shit. We won and have moved into third thanks to Uniteds loss in Wales.
By the end of the game I was fucking legless, my match report may be tinted by blurred, alcohol influenced eyes but who really cares, I bet some of you don’t even read it and just post some pornographic photo or video, yes I’m looking at you Chas. 🙂
Anyway, to type this report today I’ve had to leave a nice, warm and cosy flat to come to the bar again to get a wi fi connection at 9am in the morning. I believe this to be true dedication to my Sunday supplement, how many bloggers would do that. So I hope you bastards are reading and appreciate what I’ve done for you this morning. Enough of the bar not being open or the barman being fucking absent.
Right, time for another glass of wine…. gets up from table and walks to the bar to order….. hope you cunnuts enjoyed the post today, if my internet connection keeps playing up I’m going to have to pay for the internet, something I really don’t want to do. So will be investigating other options this week.
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