Miserable

Sunday 16th December 2018

Frustration in defeat comes in many forms. Luck not being on your side, missed chances, dodgy refereeing decisions or simply a poor performance. Southampton were in the relegation zone for a reason. And today, defensively in particular, we were not good enough.

Sure, we went into the game with only one recognisable centre half available and he was starting his first game for 9 months. But I genuinely don’t think we can use that as an excuse.

Overall, it was a stupid game to lose. You simply cannot concede 3 soft goals and expect to get something from the game.

After the final whistle I got drenched. That doesn’t seem to ever happen when you win. And it pretty much summed up the day.

Defensively our resources are stretched right now and that is unfortunate. But fixtures don’t get cancelled as a result. And we have 2 home games in 2 competitions in quick succession to try and start another unbeaten run.

See you Wednesday.

Frank
@stubbsy70

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Group Completed

Thursday 13th December 2018

I could be accused of being a miserable so and so but I’m not a massive fan of this time of the year. Many of us enjoy the social side of life most weeks. Others come out at Christmas. You know the kind. Those that feel it is a good idea to either offer me the rotten end of the manky roll they’ve just bought from one of Waterloo’s establishment or if not ask me if I think my team are ‘a bit shit’ because we only beat Qarabag 1 nil.

Add in the fact I am standing on my 10.30pm train on a Thursday night and its not altogether pleasant. Happy Christmas everybody.

Tonight was always going to be a bit low key football wise. Any match where a 25 nil victory either way doesn’t matter is always going to be that way. A European league format negative I guess.

Sparse

But I had a fine night. Good food, drink and awesome banter in a Christmas spirit filled London meant we attended our sparsely attended fixture in fine spirits. And whilst our victory in a poor game won’t persuade anyone who didn’t attend that it was the wrong decision, we made sure we enjoyed every minute with a smile.

Southampton away next then, and a squad full of players looking to impress their new manager. A difficult and unpredictable mix for me.

Make some noise!

I’m going to bed. On a Thursday. And I’m not dressed as an elf.

Frank
@stubbsy70

A Lumpy Three Points

Saturday 8th December 2018

For all the talk of ‘how many’ rather than if we would win today, that victory felt massive. And not only that it probably brought everyone down to earth a little bit after thoroughly deserving to beat Middlesex last week and coming away a bit disappointed with just a point from Old Trafford. There are no easy games in the Premier League folks. And if today doesn’t demonstrate that nothing will.

I’m writing these notes on my train home whilst enjoying a coffee. Yep, a coffee. The last couple of weeks have felt particularly heavy and I just fancied one. And I say ‘enjoy’ but 2 and a half quids worth of a lumpy brown cupful is stretching the truth a little there.

But if that is all I’ve got to complain about I’ll take that. Our little Uruguayan’s late winner has made sure we have all had another good day.

The build up was good enough, the air full of anticipation and confidence in the pub, a little too much of the latter in my book. Don’t get me wrong, I thought we would win today. But unless we scored early and took the game by the scruff of the neck I didn’t expect the cricket score some were predicting.

Huddersfield came with a game plan. Keep it tight, waste time, spoil etc etc. And to be fair they did that well. Acknowledgement rather than praise believe me. But in a first half of few chances we still should have gone into the break with a lead.

Laca’s disallowed goal means I no longer understand the offside rule. He didn’t touch the ball until he intercepted the defender’s back pass in what has widely been described as the ‘second phase’. Yet he was deemed as being offside. Nope. You’ve lost me I’m afraid.

We weren’t very good today. But we kept going. Kept probing. Looking for that winner. And with time running out it came. The jostle was laced with equal amounts of relief and joy and three massive points are in the bag. Lovely. That will do.

The last game of this season’s European group stage comes next as we take on Baku’s Qarabag. Another opportunity for our younger talent to show what they’ve got it would be fantastic to make it 22 unbeaten if nothing else.

I’m going to finish chewing on my coffee and enjoy Saturday nights offerings with a celebratory and victorious feel. Coz that’s what I do when we win. Whatever the scoreline, whoever the opponent.

See you Thursday.

Up the Gunners!

Frank
@stubbsy70

On We Go

Thursday 6th December 2018

Any point away at Old Trafford is a good one in my book. As I sit on my early morning train back to Manchester Airport however, I can’t help but feel a little bit disappointed we are not going home with all three.

Listening to some of the M6 motorway tales of woe from Gooners arriving before kick-off last night it suggested our 35 minute flight from the south coast was even more of a no brainer and having checked into our accommodation for the night, our pre-match refreshment was enjoyed with a degree of relaxation as a result. But, from Portsmouth to Gatwick to Kharkiv to Kiev to Luton to London (twice) to Portsmouth to Manchester, guess in which location it was raining!

But the typically drizzly conditions and night time fixture, our first in the league since that momentous occasion back in May 2002 from what I understand, created that unique atmosphere only midweek games give you. And after Sunday’s victory there was definitely an air of confidence in the away end.

Wet

I mentioned my slight disappointment above and that is born out of the fact we led twice and created 2 or 3 fantastic chances as we dominated much of the second period. But there was always a feeling for me that it wasn’t going to be our night. Within 60 seconds of taking the lead for example, not only did our hosts equalise but Rob Holding was carried away on a stretcher with what looked an extremely worrying injury. And when Rambo limped his way through the latter minutes of the half it felt like the dynamic of the whole match had changed.

To concede the 2nd to such a sloppy mistake, especially as we had just taken the game by the scruff of the neck was also a kick in the stomach. But we could argue both of our goals were as a result of poor mistakes by United too.

I feared the worst admittedly when substitutions made our hosts look more and more like the New York skyline but to be fair I felt we handled that aerial threat extremely well, looking the more likely team to grab all three points as we peppered their goal in the latter stages.

Just a few days ago I think pretty much every Gooner would have taken 4 points from our last 2 outings. So maybe we are being a little greedy to now be a tad disappointed having not taken 6.

And that positivity needs to accompany us all as we take on Huddersfield next on Saturday afternoon.

Twenty and counting.

Come on you mighty reds!

Frank
@stubbsy70

Checking Out

Tuesday 4th December 2018

Nobody likes losing but more than anything it’s disappointing our thoroughly entertaining Checkatrade Trophy adventure has come to a close. On league position alone being away to the strongest side left in the competition was always going to be a tough proposition. And in a hugely competitive and entertaining game it wasn’t to be.

Personally it has been a crazy old period, starting in sunny Bournemouth, followed by the unexpected and change ridden trip to the Ukraine, Sunday’s quite immense victory over that lot from Middlesex and tonight’s game at Fratton Park, my most local ground living where I do these days. Throw in seeing Muse in the spectacular Royal Albert Hall on Monday night and it could be described as non stop.

And it’s not over yet of course, with the small matter of a trip to Old Trafford tomorrow.

Monday of course, also included the FA Cup 3rd Round draw and a trip to Solihull Moors or Blackpool in early January is as good an example as any as to what the greatest cup competition in the world is all about. Something to look forward to as we move into the new year, we await the replay to decide our travel plans.

Following the route of our previous 3 visits, I decided to take the hospitality route again tonight, a warm and comfortable suite with beer and a curry preceding taking a seat in the second row of the main stand close to the half way line for the match.

Fratton Park tonight

And overall it was pretty entertaining fare. At only one behind we were always still in it, looking dangerous going forward, if looking slightly shaky at the back. Our captain got a run out tonight too as he continues his recovery and we all hope when he left the field a little gingerly late on, it was nothing serious.

Our cracking equaliser made it game on as time was getting on but our hosts looked stronger in the latter stages culminating in their winner.

From Coventry to Portsmouth then, via Cheltenham and Forest Green, it has been thoroughly enjoyable. Hopefully the benefits to our young squad prove entering the competition a good decision.

Manchester next then and I hope 24 hours from writing these words our thoughts are full of positivity and joy once again.

Come on you mighty Gunners!

Frank
@stubbsy70

Red Skies at Night

Sunday 2nd December 2018

Anyone who is reading these words in North London, take a short break and go and look out of the window. If you look closely you will notice a significant red glow to the night sky. Anyone who paid a visit to London N5 this afternoon knows exactly why.

Outgunned, outfought, outplayed, outclassed.

Our record in the first half of matches this season doesn’t make pleasant reading. And come half time this afternoon that hadn’t improved. But not because of our performance. For all but a five minute spell we were by far the better side. A spell where we paid the ultimate cost for highly debatable decisions going against us. Our reaction to the disappointment was magnificent. And boy did we enjoy it. North London is redder than ever.

There are definitely unique sensations in the week we play that lot. Big games have you full of butterflies and adrenalin accompanying the hope of victory. The difference for me in this fixture is that additional fear of losing. A heady combination that can lead to anything from lost sleep to physical shakes! But love or hate those feelings, it is incredible to experience.

I wouldn’t say the pub and streets in N5 were crammed full of confidence. But there was considerable optimism.

But our team needed to prove that right.

The second period today, when we could have crumbled having gone into the break undeservedly behind, was a joy to witness. Awesome football at times and an unquenchable desire for victory all over the park, matched by our players fighting for each other (on and off the pitch!). Regularly geeing the crowd up and a situation where every Gooner present could see how much the players wanted it created an atmosphere right up there. It’s rare we get to say it but the Emirates was absolutely rocking.

Lucas’ reaction to his goal demonstrated everything I mention above. A cocktail of joy and sheer passion. And when Sokratis underwent another crunching tackle before punching the air it was equally as inspiring.

A day of incredible emotion then and a massively deserved three points too. Get in!

Tomorrow is a big date on the football calendar as we find out who we will take on in early January in the FA Cup 3rd Round. Again, something unusual would be nice.

And then Tuesday it’s off to Fratton Park to see if our impressive group of youngsters can progress in the Checkatrade Trophy.

For now though, I think I might go home and watch Match of the Day.

Or I could always compile my best Arsenal/Spurs eleven. If I am a twat that is.

I’ll say it again, outgunned, outfought, outplayed, outclassed.

Red.

Frank
@stubbsy70

The Day We Nearly Went to Poltava

Friday 30th November 2018

Yes there has been bits of this trip that have been costly and inconvenient. And personally it is disappointing that we didn’t actually get to stay in our intended destination of Poltava. But everything has been listened to, digested and plans adjusted accordingly. And all with a smile and that sense of adventure. We all follow the Arsenal, over land and sea (and warzones!)

Our flight out was a bit odd. We should have perhaps seen it coming on this one as soon as our original flight was cancelled a few weeks before the trip! But overall it meant we departed 24 hours earlier so although a little inconvenient, not exactly problematic.

But, being at Gatwick Airport during the early hours of the morning when it is pretty much closed was strange nonetheless, our 3am Tuesday departure for Kiev (bearing in mind at this stage we had no idea the game was going to be moved) dictating us being there. And I simply cannot sleep on aeroplanes. So after we changed planes in the Ukrainian capital and arrived at our final destination of Kharkiv, the taxi drive through the freezing streets of snow and ice was taken with considerable weariness.

Bleak

We’ve all been there though, when bed is probably the sensible option, “We’ll meet in the hotel bar and see how we go from there.”

So instead, we enjoyed the wonderful hospitality of our hotel staff and an excellent bar and grill, eventually turning in a full 42 hours after last waking up. And about 20 quid lighter after a 3 course meal and about 20 beers! Kharkiv is no Basel on the costs front believe me!

Late on that Tuesday night in the bar was when the rumours regarding the game started. And in the world of social media we live in, rumours were exactly what they were initially. But, very quickly, confirmation was received and our plans were in tatters.

Kharkiv is around 2 hours drive from Poltava and our group had a minibus transfer booked for Wednesday morning, 3 nights in a hotel, before returning to Kharkiv for our flight back to Luton on Saturday. But we needed to get to Kiev. During that next hour we looked at our options. Flights maybe, trains or a road trip. And of course, how we got back to the UK, especially as Kharkiv was now a city where the Ukrainian government had declared martial law.

Flights were out of the question although other Gooners we know chose this option, 10 hour (with potentially no seat) or overnight trains looked nothing short of painful. So we opted for a 6 hour plus road trip. Not ideal of course but it meant we would arrive in Kiev in good time to enjoy a night out and in plenty of time for the match.

So, with that booked, our Poltava plans scrapped, a new hotel secured in Kiev and flights found for Friday evening back to London we were back in the game. Bed was very welcome.

Alexandr our minibus driver was a friendly chap. And if you can describe overtaking juggernauts through the snow and ice whilst sending a text ‘confident’ I’ll give him that too. And by the time we arrived at our destination, having passed through Poltava on route, nobody had died. So that’s fine.

Bus

My 4th time in Kiev to see the Arsenal, it felt a bit strange to be back, especially when we never intended to be there! But it is a good city with plenty to offer anyone in search of entertainment. So a degree of normality had returned when following our team overseas. And thoroughly enjoyable it has been too.

But it’s been cold. Very very cold. And the long johns and thermals were a fantastic decision as we took our places in the Olympic Stadium for arguably the most surreal setting we have ever witnessed as a travelling Gooner. More police and security staff than people attending the match, at least 4 full body searches before and after the turnstiles and being given just one small section of the ground felt all a little unnecessary given there was hardly anybody there.

With the tough schedule we have ahead I think every Gooner hoped we wouldn’t be bringing our strongest squad out so the decision to do just that was welcomed. But it was still a tidy looking line up that started the game in the freezing temperatures.

Come on you reds!

And a couple of hours later, with numb toes and stinging cheeks, all us Gooners present were very proud of the professional, clinical and winning performance we had just witnessed. Top of the group and job done.

Thanks for coming

Post match back in the pub it was wonderfully warm and it felt like what has been quite an adventure was coming to a close. And plans to enjoy a typically Ukrainian lunch today before heading home will bring it to its conclusion.

Football fans are hardy and loyal to the core and us Gooners very much fall into that category. And this is an away game that demonstrates that more than ever.

See you Sunday as we take on that lot from Middlesex.

Stubbsy
@stubbsy70

November Sunshine

Monday 26th November 2018

International breaks are odd. I can’t think of any other way to describe them. Just when a domestic and European season is gaining some momentum it all comes to a halt again. Arguably this break came at a decent time for us, a chance maybe to take stock and push on again after a decent run of results since the very early days back in August. That chance of course, came with yesterday’s difficult looking trip to high flying and in form Bournemouth.

Gigs, comedians and birthday bashes are just 3 of the things that have filled the latest non football period for me, along with that sincere hope that none of our squad return with injuries that make them unavailable for selection. Especially as we now head into an incredibly intense period with 2 games every single week.

Bournemouth as a town can be described and analysed in many ways. I can see why some would call it the Blackpool of the south. Beaches, kiss me quick hats and large numbers of stag or hen dos provide enough evidence to support that. But although the latter were still evident in many of the town’s large selection of pubs on Saturday night, the huge Christmas market in the very centre gave it a very different feel to a location you might go for a typical British Summer holiday.

A Saturday night out proved too strong a temptation to turn down and it was evident by the number of familiar faces in the town that our group were not the only ones!

Matchday arrived then feeling a little bit ‘fuzzy’ and the lunchtime kick-off didn’t exactly give much time to enjoy the kind of recovery only a lie in can offer so it was up and out to enjoy the usual pre-match routine in the Boscombe/Pokesdown area of the town, home of course to our hosts for the day.

The Cherries have become a well and truly established Premier League outfit these days, something that their small stadium and budget has always seen ‘experts’ predict they would have no chance of achieving. They are fantastic evidence to every club country wide that if you do things the right way you can compete at the very top. And with a win, a draw and a defeat in our previous visits, there is enough to prove Sunday was always going to be a very tough day at the office.

Let battle commence

Overall I believe we just about did enough to deserve to win the game but there is no doubt it could have been very different. Tight or marginal offside decisions are very much part of the game and will remain that until VAR becomes reality in the Premier League next season. We got the benefit of one on Sunday, where the fact Mustafi was lying on the deck and it was pretty much his head that played the attacker on, you can see why the linesman raised his flag. But we’ll take it, along with all those we have to swallow when they don’t go in our favour.

Our hosts bemoaned their luck when they thumped the post late on too, conveniently forgetting when we did exactly the same midway the first period through Lucas Torreira’s fine drive.

Whatever way we look at it Auba’s winner was well received and enjoyed by all those of us lucky enough to get a ticket to be there. Three points from a tough afternoon, we’ll take that.

As I am typing these thoughts after what has felt a tiring weekend, the sun is pouring through my office window. And it mirrors the way the away end was sundrenched for much of yesterday’s proceedings. But my thoughts turn to the next few hours.

My party’s original flight out to the Ukraine were cancelled by the airline and we were left with a choice of very costly and inconvenient alternatives or bringing our plans forward by 24 hours. We all went for the latter and that dictates heading up to Gatwick for an early hours departure, our first flight of 2 that will see us arrive in Kharkiv by mid morning tomorrow. And come Wednesday, all being well, we should be descending on Poltava.

The forecast is it is going to be cold. Very very cold in fact. Not like a sunny November afternoon on the south coast really. Hats, scarves, snoods, longjohns and thermal socks at the ready guys and dolls!

Yet again the Europa League, if nothing else, promises one hell of an adventure!

Come on you mighty Gunners!

Frank
@stubbsy70

The Bite of The Wolves

Wednesday 14th November 2018

Results wise, remaining unbeaten in all competitions since way back to the middle of August suggests considerable consistency. The reality is however, when you compare our performance at home to Liverpool with those against both Sporting Lisbon on Thursday and Wolves on Sunday, we are a long way from reaching that. But, on a difficult afternoon, we’ll take another point into the latest international break and look forward to the games ahead.

A late kick-off on a Sunday with no TV coverage felt a little strange but my weekend’s football entertainment began in, if anything, even quirkier circumstances. Saturday morning arrived and I felt the need to get out of the house and go and see some live sporting entertainment. A quick look at the internet found an afternoon Sydenhams Football League (Wessex), Premier Division fixture available as Cowes Sports entertained Tadley Calleva. An opportunity simply too good to turn down!

A couple of Gooner pals joined me for some pre-match refreshment and with nothing but a few passing showers forecast it looked like being a fine afternoon.

There is something very attractive about non-league football. You get a whole different package to watching the sport at the very highest level as we are fortunate enough to do week in week out. You can feel every crunching tackle being made, hear every call from players and coaching staff alike, smell those scents you only associate with changing rooms and dugouts and sense the frustration of a poor pass or a bad miss along side the joy of scoring a goal. And I’ve enjoyed many such games down the years from the likes of Whitley Bay to Worthing.

Get yer programme!

After a fine pint of Mild in Cowes Sports’ quite excellent clubhouse we definitely weren’t quite expecting the torrential rain that then fell throughout the ninety minutes. Us three having swelled the crowd to 134, every one of us was grateful for the roof over the main stand believe me! And the two teams deserve every credit for providing an entertaining one all draw in what were at times almost impossible conditions.

Thoroughly enjoyable then and very much a reminder, in particular to all those of us who watch Premier League and European football every week, of how wonderful the football pyramid is in this country.

Drowned rat?

Sunday was a busy old day in London, with sports events taking place on Remembrance Day and arriving into Waterloo station there was much to confirm both. That included sharing a few jars with some veterans in a local hostelry before heading up to London N5 for our game.

After many decent ones already this season, Sunday wasn’t so good. Wolves played very well and it is extremely important we recognise that. And as a result, on another day we could quite easily have got beaten. But we didn’t. And that is a massive plus.

For me, our biggest chance of victory on the day came and went with Auba’s bad miss right in front of goal with about 20 minutes left. I’m convinced if we had equalised at that point, not only would the momentum been with us but we had plenty of time to keep our shape and go on to get a winner.

As it was however, we eventually did get back on level terms but the last few minutes support my view above. With so little time remaining, it was perhaps too late to keep that structure and we went very ‘gung-ho’, leaving ourselves extremely exposed on the break. Consequently it was our visitors who could have twice gone ahead in the dying minutes and taken home the three points.

Overall then, the draw was the absolute most we deserved from a game where Wolves have gone away disappointed they didn’t get the victory. More depressing of course is the injury to Welbs. He doesn’t have a lot of luck that boy and in a season where he has already proved his worth to our squad it is a blow. Good luck with your recovery mate.

Last night’s result in our Checkatrade Trophy group was great news as far as I’m concerned. Finishing second in our group means we will definitely get an away tie in the next round. And with a couple of new destinations watching Arsenal in Friday’s draw for me personally I have my fingers cross it will be kind!

And then it’s off to Bournemouth, the first game in a very tough couple of weeks that will seriously test our credentials.

Personally I can’t wait!

Come on you mighty Gunners!

Frank
@stubbsy70

Nil

Thursday 8th November 2018

Tonight’s blog.

Went to Covent Garden.

Had a few beers in Thursday Club.

Went to London N5.

Had a few more.

Walked along Gillespie Road and over the bridge.

Witnessed a really rubbish game.

It happens.

Went back to Woking.

Went home to the Isle of Wight in the morning.

Thoroughly looking forward to Wolves at home on Sunday.

The end.

@stubbsy70