The importance of this win has been massive. But yet something still seems amiss...it's hard to put my finger on exactly what it is.
Instead of an eruption of joy that should have greeted this victory, it was more of a subdued happiness that was overpowered by relief. Performances at the Emirates normally have an air of sophistication and technical brilliance but don't always manage to cough up the result. Don't get me wrong, I am just glad that Arshavin's clever strike at the end of the first half managed to pull us through.
However, I find my mind clouded up with what ifs. What if Andrei's shot had been just a faction shy? Or what if Szczesny hadn't managed that save in stoppage time? This wave of frantic thinking could be a chronic effect of the disasters of late.
Maybe I should just be content with the fact that we raked up the points we needed for our first victory this season, although frustratingly I can't because I feel that this team is capable of so much more. I feel that we haven't quite reached our peak. This could possibly have something to do with the lack of bonding and familiarity amongst the new arrivals, let's hope that's the case.
On a positive note, our new signings (Mertesacker, Arteta and Benayoun) showed strong signs of promise. The Koscielny and Mertesacker combination at the heart of the back four seemed to work well too. Even Gibbs seemed to be having a good* performance today. (*for Gibbs)
Don't mistake my despondent outlook for anything less than total faith in our squad. It is only exasperation from the vexing antics of the past few weeks and months taking its toll.
One final thing, our fan support has been amazing! I mean really, what the home support deserve is some kind of award. There you go, I am convinced that a certain c*nt by the name of $amir Na$ri actually helped to rouse the fans from their summer slumber.
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