After the excellent speech by Le Professor at the Arsenal AGM on Thursday, it was time to walk the talk and do the talking on the pitch. We travelled across the city to Stamford Bridge on Saturday, having never won an away game yet thus far this season. And it looked as if we might be punished for our profligacy when Gervinho and RvP missed from close range.
Lampoop stooped and scored the host’s first goal before RvP equalised from a superb pass from Rambo which Gervinho unselfishly rolled over. The first half ended with the favours on the host’s side as the racist Terry-ble headed in from a Lampoop corner.
Surprisingly I wasn’t feeling all that gutted yet. After all, we still had another half to play for.
Oh Chavs, you’ll be sorry you taunt me, just you wait and see
I actually missed Santos’ goal – he’s now scored as many goals in his seven games for The Arsenal as Clichy had in eight seasons. Then Theo put us ahead – falling down in the process but picking himself up again to stun everyone with his kick. The thriller didn’t end there when Mata equalised (damn you, Lukaku) with only ten minutes to go. At this point, you begin to wonder if Arsenal would ever stop throwing a lead and slipping up yet again.
But we didn’t. In fact, it was England’s Brave Heart John Terry-ble who slipped, kissing the dirt where his face belongs, and RvP seized the ball and ran to score our fourth. Like Arseblog put it: ‘Scoring four at Stamford Bridge is one thing, scoring the fourth to go 4-3 up another, but scoring it while one of the most despicable men to ever play football is on his knees chewing grass like some kind of not racist at all cow is something else entirely. These are the moments that make you believe that perhaps there is such a thing as karma.’
I’m not worthy
But that was not the end. Chelshit desperately put everything to force a draw and when four minutes were added, I kind of felt a bit nervous. In stoppage time, Rosický carried the ball forward on the counter, passing inside to Mikel Arteta who in turn fed the ball to Van Persie. Counter-attack! I like! RvP didn’t disappoint, he struck the ball across, sending it swerving viciously past a rooted Cech for his hat-trick. He’s on fire, he is.
So it was Chelshit 3, RvP 3, Arsenal 5. Or if you like AR53NAL (or CH3L5EA. Heh). And Terry-ble? He’s the fall guy, alright. Kudos to the team for not giving up, for continuing to fight even when the Chavs drew level, for giving us this precious win. It was a game of two halves for The Arsenal and Santos, a game of two captains (one who became a hero, and one who went from hero to zero) and Halloween arrived early at the Stamford Bridge this year. You can see how much it meant to the players too as they engaged in a public slightly erotic celebration before the final whistle was even blown and I love the post-match celebration and appreciation to the travelling Arsenal fans. For more pictures, go here, here and here.
Why Always Me?
You beauty!
Bromance
He Ain’t Heavy, He’s My Brother
But like the Boss said, we have to remain humble. We face Marseille at home tomorrow. But just let me savour this for another day ;)
Oh and to those who celebrate, Happy Halloween!
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