Life’s too short to stay sober

The game was like a dream. Yup. Not that it was a dream win or anything, but I was drifting in and out of sleep while slamming my fists against the table when Cesc hit the bar etc etc, i.e. when the ball did not roll into the back of the net.

So basically I was in sleep mode with my ears open for the second half at least, only waking when I heard 'GOAL'. I was thinking that this could be like the game against CSKA Moscow where we squandered chances to score and to win but like the Boss says, this team is growing and maturing.

On a different day, it would be 0-0.

It's funny how our young keeper puts in his career best performance in the weekend before just for us to face another keeper in the next game who probably had his own career best performance, until of course, 12 minutes from time.

We are no Fulham though, and Van Persie and Arshavin stuck 2 past him for us to win comfortably. I am grateful. So grateful. Because this result could be soooo different on another day.

I got my wish. Wenger fielded Arshavin, Cesc and Rosicky from the start. They didn't really click well but from an unbiased point of view, Rosicky adds so much to the team. Him short passes and little dinks where magical. He's the little Mozart. Literally. A pity there was no end product. I would have told everyone on the pitch not to pass the ball to him because Rosicky never ever scores the first goal. He only adds the shiok value. I would have put money on him scoring the second or the third. He did of course, score the first goal in a game before. That was against Liverpool in the FA cup match, during the season we played them 3 games in a row, in the league, the cup, and the Carling Cup.

Olympiacos defended with everyone behind the ball but they were toothless in their attack. If their strategy was to draw us into their half and then counter attack, it obviously didn't work. Most of the action was happening on the left side where Arshavin and Clichy were doing really well getting in behind the defence and sending the crosses in. In my dreams, I saw Arsha took a touch with his right foot and then used his amazing backlift from absolutely nothing to fire in a shot.

And it wasn't a dream. It actually happened. The unfortunate part was that it was straight at the keeper. It's amazing how he can put in a shot from completely nothing. We have 2 such players. RVP is a different type though. He like to aim for the corner of the goal and hence, if we ever kept track, he's the one who hits the post the most in Arsenal history.

HEH.

So a good game of dominance, with end product, however late. Diaby still irritates me. Eboue makes good runs but whenever we hope for something good to happen, it doesn't. I have to start wishing the worst so that he'll surprise me with a spectacular.

School later!! I make use of my phone's wi-fi to read Arseblogger during tea break. It actually wakes me up quite a bit.

Labels: Andrei Arshavin, Robin Van Persie, Tomas Rosicky

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