Wenger is a bigger fan. He had a secret hope that Rosa could figure this season but it is all but dashed. Oh yes. We all have secret hopes.
I have give up hope. Sometimes, giving up hope is a good thing. It lowers expectations. We've been fooled time and again that he'll be back like in 2 weeks, then it became 4, then there were reports that he could play a reserve fixture against Sp*rs and come back to full fitness and into the team but it's all a load of crap so I've taken everything with a pinch of salt otherwise disappointment after disappointment would drive me up the wall.
We have so much quality in the squad that we often wonder how it will be like if everyone was fit at the same time. Who would play on the left flank? Would you pick arsha over Rosa? Where does Nasri come in then? Who plays up front? Adebayor and RVP? Eduardo on the bench? Walcott's right wing isn't all but sealed as well. All our wingers are effective at either flank.
Then for all the drooling and speculating over how pretty and awesome the starting line up in attack has the potential to be, we get hit by the stark and brutal truth that it will never happen.
It's always as though it is rubber stamped on everyone's records that to be a star at Arsenal, you have to be injury-proned. Men of glass where even the best bubble wrap out there will not prevent from breaking.
Of course, now we have secret prayers that Arshavin doesn't join that list. His fitness has been fantastic so far, right along with his goalscoring. Even Wenger can't stop watching the replays of the awesome foursome. 'Awesome foursome' is one of the most cheesy phrases I've ever read off the match report on arsenal.com. I was in tears laughing.
There's a theory about watching the games. Right after the match one feels the direct impact of whatever went on and the result obviously has the greatest influence. Then we get to bed and wake up and sometimes it does feel different. The results start to sink in and then there is the second wave of reactions. The thing about the awesome foursome is that the waves of reactions don't just last till the day after. They resonate for the whole week till the next game at least. And probably, for the rest of my life and in the history of Arsenal Football Club. And then we all know so well that there is more to come and next season could just be more awesome than an awesome foursome.
When asked if the Pool game was like a basketball match, cheeky cheeky Arsha reckoned it's not because he didn't score 90 goals.
HEH.
Multiple postings in one day have very specific meanings then. One, it has to be that I prefer to bask in the glories of Arsenal rather than bury my head in my books. Two, it means that I can't get to sleep no matter how hard I try. A while ago I had a headache so I decided to sleep it off. It was 10pm. I woke up at 2am, wide awake as hell. Hi, so I am here.
Three, there are things getting on my nerves like Rosa never ever coming back from injury. Or Fabregas facing two charges of improper conduct from the hull game. The shit is that. I don't think I want to comment further on that issue. It is pointless. Whether he did it or not, we'll always be behind him. We do believe that he did not and it was all imagination on the part of the losing team.
And yes, I got my fix of Grey's Anatomy. Season 5 episode 20 is awesome. They all are.
Labels: Andrei Arshavin, Cesc Fabregas, one of my many theories, Tomas Rosicky
A Little Drunken Madness @ 4:00 AM
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