How Is Supporting Arsenal For You?
Consolsbob has taken time out to share a thought or two with you.
So. It’s here. Another season, another campaign full of promise for our great club and it’s supporters. Gone are the disappointments of last season, the old shrugged off with the anticipation of the new. Football, that greatest of games, returns to excite us all anew.
That’s how I want it to be. That’s how it used to be. The reality is that football no longer brings to mind the excitement of that first Saturday afternoon of the season, the rummaging around for the scarf, the feeling one gets when you take a brand new red cricket ball in your hand.
The reality is that we have just endured another ‘World Cup’ with the inevitable failure of an England team, riven with internal strife and short of talent. The dead, tacky hand of FIFA all over the trophy itself, a cynical media building up impossible hopes only to delight in their destruction and finally, the poor deluded fan left bemused and angry by it all.
We have watched as players whose clubs ‘failed’ last season have played their games of ‘should I stay or should I go’ with their agents, existing and suitor clubs, never mind the heartstrings of their team’s supporters.
We follow the stories of clubs, hopelessly drugged on debt, oil money or nationalist ambition looking to discard last years marquee signings in favour of this years must have striker or midfield maestro. We look at the state of the worlds’ economies, see the growing list of bankrupt clubs and wonder or despair.
It is not a pretty picture and yet…there is a way through all this. We, as Arsenal supporters are best placed of all to adopt a new, old way of watching football. That is, to just enjoy the bloody game. After all, we are the supporters of “…the Greatest Team the World has ever seen”.
It is apparent from the Arsenal blogosphere that not many currently share my view. So many have decided that this season is, as my granddaughters would put it, ‘so over’. Lost before a ball is kicked. All that is left to do is wallow in our inevitable defeat at the likes of the ambition of the red and blue mancs and the chavs. What a bloody awful way to follow football. What a truly miserable way to support our great club. What a way to live your life.
I very much hope that we will win the Premiership, FA Cup and/or the Champions League. I think that we have a good chance of doing this. Our squad looks good, stronger in key areas than last year, the players are another year older and I have to believe that injuries cannot be as cruel again and that Arsene has been kicking backsides. However, I don’t expect us to win. There are other very good teams competing for the same trophies, perhaps more of them than last year. I mean, you have to think that sooner or later the blue mancs will find the right combination of star purchases to actually play as an effective team. Fate is capricious.
There, there is the key difference to enable the enjoyment of the coming season. Hope, wish and dream but don’t fall into that media trap of expecting or demanding, therein lies the misery that already afflicts too many. The hours of sad debate in pubs, the rending of the back pages of the papers, the screaming at the television set followed by hours of spreading your misery to all. Worse, is the adoption of the views of Hansen, Shearer and Redknapp, as one’s own. The ultimate loss of self.
It doesn’t have to be that way. Look forward to watching Arsenal play great football, shout whenever we score and hug yourself when we win, which we will, many more times than we lose. Expect that we will concede goals, lose games, perhaps get turned over on occasion. Yet, at the end of the season, hope that we will have amassed enough points to win the Premiership or beaten all those put in front of us to win a Cup.
Exult in supporting a club that actually has a plan than doesn’t inevitably end in bankruptcy. That places value on developing players properly. That has delivered a fantastic stadium. That isn’t the plaything of a billionaire or the convenient vehicle of national promotion. Exult in these things because it means that we will not find ourselves dumped as soon as our owner tires of us, or runs out of money, or finds a better vehicle for their ambition. Exult because it means that we will still be competing at the highest level for a very long time. Exult because when we do win something again, and we will, that we will have done it in the face of financial doping, a lickspittle FA and a pisspoor media.
Feel sorry for the supporters of the chavs , blue mancs and Liverpool. I wouldn’t want their owners, and God knows who will actually land the latter, at our great club. I watch the TV pictures of blue manc fans applaud the spending of another £100 million and laugh. I think ahead to the inevitable come down. It will all end in tears.
For us it isn’t like this. I can still look at my signed picture of Charlie lifting the Cup with Frank on the wall, get my silver commemorative medal of out first Double out of the drawer, feel the excitement of that walk to the ground because we are different. We are a great club with a proper heritage, a very good team, the best manager in the world and every hope of a great season and future ahead of us.
I promise to enjoy that this season, whatever happens. If the chavs or blue mancs buy a title, if the other mancs grind out another campaign beyond their seeming ability, I will be disappointed but I will have enjoyed the season. The FA, UEFA and the media? Pfft! Frankly Scarlet, I couldn’t give a damn.