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About Charybdis1966

As a product of 1970’s Essex I was only ever going to be Arsenal or West Ham – luckily the playground bullies in my junior school were Gooners so given the “choice” it had to be Arsenal. First Arsenal memories are of the Alan Sunderland 1979 FA Cup final when my dislike of ManUre started, which was then turned into an abhorrence by the battle of Old Trafford in the 90-91 season (“You can stick your 2 points up your Arse!”) and it to this day burns brightly as a hatred of all things Red Manc. Match day reporter for 7am where I hope to bring some of the atmosphere of the game and crowd to my reports – I will call the match as I see it at the time – but always from a Gooner’s point of view. Hate reporting on losses but luckily that doesn’t happen often. UTA! On Youtube and twitter as @charybdis1966.

Relegation is hard to stomach

Man at the Match, Chary: Arsenal rain on Wigan’s parade

Despite the award of a free kick for a non-foul that led to an undeserved Wigan equaliser to Podolski’s early strike, Arsenal bit back in the second half to score 3 goals in a 15 minute spell and trounce championship bound Wigan.

As the rain came down in relentless sheets on the red corner of North London the Arsenal faced up to a Wigan side fresh from a giant killing of Roberto Mancini’s former team, Manchester City.

The neon lighting around the Ashburton Grove stadium combined with the heavy bursts of rain to give the look of a Blade Runner inspired backdrop but with a cool autumnal feel despite it being mid-May.

With all but the ever injured Abou Diaby available for selection the major choices for Wenger would have been whether Gibbs and Flappy would return to the starting XI at the expense of Monreal and Chesney, with the latter having done nothing to deserve being dropped, in the event the return of Gibbs was the only change.

Wigan’s support were squeezed into one block, rather than the three away clubs normally get probably due to their supporters opting for the Wembley fixture of their 2 London dates in the space of four days.

Wigan squeezed  into 1 block

As the game kicked off the Wigan danger man McManaman was given license to run their right wing however it was clear early on that Gibbs had the measure of him – Kieran’s anticipation of his interplay with Maloney prevented anything of consequence developing offense wise for Wigan.

While there was a little tension in the air around the stadium Gooners would have done well to realise that Wigan’s defence has been leaky most of the season and so it was to prove. A cross into their box was headed in, with little challenge from the Wigan defenders, by Podolski to put the good guys one up fairly early. Due to Arteta losing the toss we attacked the North bank in the first half, and not the second as is usual, so my view on the goal was a distant one as I was in the Clock end lower tier.

The rain carried on saturating the players and the pitch and possibly Mike Dean’s brain as he gave the first of two Wigan free kicks for fouls of what seemed to be of minimal contact and close to the edge of our penalty area.

The first of the free kicks went into the wall and ricocheted off in my direction to the right of the goal but the second 30 seconds before half time beat Chesney’s left hand.

The sense of injustice of an equalising goal coming from the “Dean effect” galvanised the crowd and the aforementioned official and his team left the pitch to a justified chorus of boos and whistles.

The atmosphere at the stadium could have gone one of two ways in the second half – either nervous anxiety or defiance and support of a team that deserved to be winning. It went the second way and it has to be said the way the crowd got behind the team and didn’t let the officials get any respite from home crowd pressure or the timewasting by the Wigan players (the goalie, who was given the countdown, or the player who got booked for slowing down the taking of the corner) go unnoticed.

The Arsenal were now attacking the goal in front of me and it seemed the team were being energised by the crowd to get the win that was rightfully theirs with Cazorla being effective in decisive bursts.

Goalmouth melee

All of a sudden he was running towards me, down our right wing, and a cross was slung in towards Theo. At that point time appeared to slow:

Oh, it’s bobbling around in there, wouldn’t it be nice if Theo got onto that, but wait the goalie has ploughed into him, that’s a penalty surely, never mind it’s a goal now as he’s bundled it in!

It was nothing more than Arsenal deserved and the crowd felt the vindication of taking a lead that was lawfully theirs.

About 25 minutes or so to go, would we hold onto the lead? Moments later, all of a sudden Podolski latched onto a through ball from Santi, who I think took advantage of napping by the Wigan defence to send in a quick cross, and Lukas duly lobbed the floundering Joel in the Latics goal.

Pod's second

Relief! A two goal buffer, one that this more defensively resilient Arsenal would surely hold onto. However yet another telling through ball from Santi set off Rambo on a marauding left wing run, which just as I saw the whites of his eyes he flashed them to the side and curled in a delicious goal past the keeper who was expecting him to cross, and made it four goals for Arsenal. After another lung busting performance in a dynamic midfield the supporters to a man were elated for Aaron, who thoroughly deserved to score

Rambo goal golf

A few late subs saw Jack return; he suffered his first foul (one that Dean even called) after being on the field for five seconds and our skipper come on after Oxo.

4-1, a decisive score line and one that started the exits of the bedraggled Wigan supporters to begin their long journey up north to Lancashire, where they would contemplate life in the Championship come August. To the Arsenal supporters credit when the Wigan team went to clap their fans at the final whistle they also applauded the team and their remaining fans.

Relegation is hard to stomach

The chants of “We’re coming for you, we’re coming for yoooo—uuu, Tottenham Hotspur, we’re coming for you” rang out at fulltime and while the job is not finished the home season ended on a high note and the lap of appreciation was warmly received and all thoughts would then be focused on final fixture against Newcastle.

Lap of appreciation

It’s been a rough old season and your humble scribe hopes you enjoyed this season’s reports and looks forward to a win on Sunday to salvage a season that started off inauspiciously.

UTA!

By Charybdis1966, on Youtube and Twitter.

Man at the Match, Chary: Relegation threatened Reading brushed aside

A confident Arsenal team, following two convincing away wins, returned to Ashburton Grove to ease past a Reading side suffering from the heat of a relegation battle and looking destined for the drop.

On another cold day of a seemingly interminable and harsh winter Reading faced Arsenal hoping to benefit from the new manager (Adkins) lift that the Berkshire club was expecting having sacked the previous manager, the ex-Arsenal forward Brian McDermott.

Wenger’s team selection held only a couple of surprises, bringing in Tomáš Rosický for Walcott and Sagna for Jenkinson, but resisting the temptation to bring back Chesney as Fabianski had done nothing to deserve being dropped.

There appeared to be an air of resignation about the away support, perhaps they felt changing managers was not really going to make any difference to their fate.

The Reading fans, although having turned up in numbers, were fairly subdued with the only chanting I could hear, from my unusually lofty position in the upper tier behind the Clock end goal, coming across as indeterminate wailing.

Say "weeeee-aaaahhh!"

Say “weeeee-aaaahhh!”

Light flurries of snow preceded the game as winter showed no signs of letting go although by the time the game kicked off only the icy wind remained.

The Arsenal started comfortably making slick, precise passing triangles with the Reading back line looking shaky from the off. The ex Arsenal goalkeeper Stuart Taylor also looked lacking in confidence behind the defence as his clearances were being sliced repeatedly and goal kicks going straight out of play.

As it was the 12th anniversary of the passing of the much respected former midfielder Rocky Rocastle (at the tender age of 33) fan groups were planning to clap for 7 minutes 7 minutes into the game. I was sitting opposite the Red Action corner of the stadium and they seemed to be the only section of the crowd to start the “Rocky, Rocky, Rocky” song and applause at that time, but soon after Rocky’s picture (1967-2001) was put up on the big screens and standing applause was seen all over the ground.

On the pitch it was Santi and Ramsey who were providing a creative/athletic axis across the middle/forward sections of the pitch, ably aided by Rosický who was finding space for his driving runs and his quick changes of direction.

Maybe I’m favouring a fellow electric guitar playing metal fan unduly but I thought his link up play helped the Arsenal midfield to exert a hold on the game that a nervous Reading side couldn’t find a fingerhold onto.

Rock on Tommy

Rock on Tommy

The Reading back four looked edgy and sure enough a gap opened for Santi to exploit and set up Gervinho for a tap in and therefore the opening goal.

Celebrating a welcome early goal

Celebrating a welcome early goal

Having already scored in the previous league game, as witnessed by the man at the match on that occasion, Tim, Gervinho’s confidence appears to be returning and the Ashburton Grove crowd’s reaction to his goal should bode well for the run in and the goals we’re going to need from the Ivorian.

Support from the crowd means not groaning when one of Gervinho’s mazy runs ends in nothing or one pass too many rather than a shot, if he doesn’t know exactly what he’s going to do with the ball then how do the defenders counter him ? He may be a frustrating player but I believe he adds that random element, that unpredictability that can unlock defenses when he is full of self-belief.

More attacking from the home team and Giroud lobs the Reading keeper and then get’s clattered by Taylor in goal straight after.

Ouch Olivier !

Ouch Olivier !

While some were calling for a penalty it appeared to me that Giroud had lost control of the ball by the time he was hacked down.

As the half time whistle went there were subdued but contented cheers of thanks from the crowd for the first half goal and a satisfactory performance.

The second half started as the first ended with Reading trying to hold back a red and white tide, and with Gervinho’s dribbles suggesting a dead end would be reached, however a smart pass to Santi from the rejuvenated Gerv and our lead is doubled soon after the restart by a shot curled in with some skill by Santi.

The second goal appeared to kill off any signs of life in the Reading team and their supporters. What response that did arrive was in the form of an easy to save header directed straight at Fabianski (he only had one other save to make in the first half) and by Reading players following through on any stray tackles and clanging the Arsenal player clearing the ball, Sagna being on the receiving end of one of these meaty challenges as well as Ramsey, who got a late tackle from Leigertwood.

A rare spell of Reading pressure lead up to a corner which resulted in a counter attack led by, who else, Gervinho and just as it seemed he’d dwelt on the ball too long he teed up Giroud, who was the first Arsenal player to catch up with the play, who then thumped the ball left footed into the net in a satisfyingly emphatic manner. A well deserved goal not just for the precision of the strike but for Olivier’s hard work off the ground – virtually every aerial challenge he made he seemed to win and also cushion the resulting header over to a team mate.

At three nil up it should have been time for the home support to relax, but instead the Arsenal defence had a dozy moment and Sagna contrived to let a cross in that was an easy opportunity for Robson-Kanu and he duly scored and make it 3-1. Unfortunately in trying to track Robson-Kanu and prevent his shot Monreal slid past the Reading striker and clunked his head against the post – the crowd wincing as they saw replays of the Reading goal finishing with the sight of Nacho’s head colliding with the goal post.

Thankfully Nacho was able to hobble away from the pitch to be replaced by Gibbs; to be frank our Spanish left back hadn’t had one of his better games but the man is all honest effort and endeavour and will be a crowd favourite soon enough. The only dissension I saw in the defensive ranks was a little bit of finger wagging between BFG and Sagna when a cross allowed to get into the box – Kozzer quickly shouted to both of them not to turn their backs on the resulting throw in and no harm was done.

Five or so minutes later Giroud and Gervinho were subbed off with Podolski and The Ox coming on. The plus of that pair of changes was that The Ox went on a surging run into the Reading penalty area and even from where I sat at the opposite end of the ground, the hack on him was a blatant penalty.

This was coolly despatched by Arteta and 4-1 it was with a fuzzy picture the best I could manage from my distant vantage point.

Arteta scores - no, really.

Arteta scores – no, really, that is him.

The departure of Giroud did flag up how much we miss his aerial presence, virtually every goal kick of ours was headed back to us once he’d gone off, while when Olivier was there battling it out we retained possession from over 80% of our goal kicks. As mentioned before a feature of our play today was the cushioning of the headed ball and being guided forward to a forward moving midfielder. It does raise the question of who is going to win the headers in Giroud’s absence.

That is a debate for another day as at the moment both the Spuds and Chavski remain in our sights in the top four battle thanks to another three points won convincingly.

Three points in the bag.

Three points in the bag.

UTA !

Written by Charybdis1966 (on Twitter and youtube)

Man at the Match,Chary: Santi’s double flushes (Birmingham) Villa down to drop zone

A goal in each half from Cazorla gave the Arsenal the just sort of scrappy win that a team lacking in fluency needs to regain confidence. Without looking convincing the team, carried by Santi & Jack to an extent, snatched the 3 points needed to keep the top four finish in sight despite a Villa equaliser that led to a nervy final twenty five minutes.

After a two successive home defeats Arsenal returned to the League on a bitterly cold day to line up against Paul Lambert’s Villa to stop the rot and prevent 3 losses in a row, which last happened over a decade ago. Team selection wise the only surprises were Diaby preferred to Ramsey and Giroud starting over Podolski; Sagna’s injury meant Jenks came in at right back with the BFG/Vermaelen centre back pairing and Monreal completing the back line. The announcement of the subs brought a smattering of boos when Gervinho’s name was read out; slightly disappointing behaviour that.

The away section was more or less full and the stadium overall was probably 80-85% full to my eyes with the Villa fans soon settling into their “Kumbaya my lord….oh lord, shit support” chant as soon as the Gooners initial cheers for their team subsided

villa fans

Arsenal started brightly – if not as quickly as we’d like, still in a more positive fashion than lately with Jack and Santi the form players catching the eye.

Jack was driving forward with all his dribbles and surging runs and for once an early Arsenal goal was scored by him feeding Santi, who slotted home after his initial shot seemed to rebound back to him. A welcome early goal prevented the shivering Gooners from the anxiety of seeing the away side grow in confidence while the score remained nil nil.

santi 1

“One nil to the Arsenal” drowned out the Villa fans as well as their curious habit of applauding non-stop and for no apparent reason, a real puzzler.

Villa seemed to create little and a number of times passes up field went astray or long punts into touch, N’Zogbia contributed little and Agbonlahor, except for a theatrical dive, also seemed anonymous. Having said that a number of the Arsenal players were struggling with Diaby looking like he would lose possession every time he had the ball, his languid, casual (and slow) style not very convincing.

Diaby did thread through some useful passes but he and, unusually, Arteta shanked a few passes astray. After Diaby dwelt on the ball too long he seemed to be fouled, with the foul not being called and Diaby getting booked for tripping over his tackler in retribution.

Jenks was having a quiet game but in time I believe he has the potential to be a quality fullback, his attitude reminds me of Dixon when Ian Wright once spoke about a half time talk he was getting from George Graham: “Look at Dicko, he’s having a ‘mare but he still wants the ball”.

Jenks has the same attitude and I’d take that sort of guy over a more talented but lazier player every day of the week. Theo also had a relatively quiet game but he’d clearly been identified as a danger man and Villa were doubling up on him, the lad certainly tried though and did break his shackles enough times.

Aside from scoring the opener Santi was buzzing all over the pitch, chasing lost causes and generally snapping at the heels of the Villa defenders – on one occasion he was sure he’d won a goal kick but when a corner was awarded to Villa I saw him, a few yards in front of me, bawling at the lino – the man cares!

never a corner

Only Jack seemed to have the same snap all around the pitch and the same confidence that he would not lose possession.

Half time approached and Arsenal went into the break one nil up with not too many scares.

The touchline half time interview was with Paul Davis, an under rated (by those outside of Arsenal FC) player of the George Graham era, who had silky skills, and was delighted to be still working for the club he loved in some capacity.

As the second half kicked off the skies darkened and flecks of snow peppered the pitch as Arsenal continued to press forward for the second goal at the end opposite to me, the North Bank, with cross after cross from Theo failing to find an onrushing forward for a tap in and a two goal cushion.

Giroud was working hard and his aerial prowess in defence and attack is something I’m glad we have. In recent years we had no forward who could win flick ons from our goal kicks with any regularity and the fact Olivier works so well at defending corners and free kicks away is what has endeared him to the Gooner faithful. The tosh perpetuated by the English press about him having to win the fans round is just that – tosh.

Sadly a recurring feature of Arsenal’s play came back to allow Villa an equaliser – namely over committing ourselves at corners and being caught on the counter – a clearance from an Arsenal corner was met by a misdirected header from Jenks, which fell into the path of the wee man Weimann, who scurried between our centre backs to score. Looking at the replay on the big screen Chesney didn’t seem to have covered himself with glory as quite a few around me suggested he should have stopped the equaliser. The 2 or 3 good saves he made in the first half from rare Villas forward forays were forgotten and I sense much will be made of Chesney’s clanger.

Having heard about the fractious atmosphere at the Blackburn game I feared the home supporters would be getting jumpy, however while there was exasperation at the chances spurned, on the whole the crowd were there with a “Come on Arsenal!” to keep the sustained pressure up for the last 25 minutes of the game.

Ramsey replaced Diaby then Podolski for Jenks, a sign that Wenger wanted the 3 points so that Ramsey then slotted into right back as the surge for the winner started.

It has to be said that the referee today didn’t have a bad game and reasonable consistency was shown in what constituted a foul/push and what was a dive.

As time ticked on Lambert and his assistant were jumping up and down in, and sometimes outside, their technical area like cats on a hot tin roof. Mindful of the fact that an Arsenal winner seemed imminent. Monreal, who had a decent game (except for one occasion where his positioning allowed him to be bypassed and a Villa shot on goal resulted) latched onto a through ball, I think from Podolski (who had entered the fray with a shot almost on his first touch), with an overlapping run that ended in a cross which Santi, with a deft flick of his left foot, planted into the bottom right hand corner.

2nd goal

Joy unconfined!

The stadium let out a shout of relief and a sea of clenched fists raised to the heavens was to be seen. Reward for the attacking play in the last quarter of the game was there in the form of the winning goal. Even the clapping had stopped in the Villa section as their fans realised they were in the relegation zone now and no amount of Kumbayas would change that fact.

Injury seemed to last an age but there did not seem to be a sense of panic amongst the crowd about conceding a late goal, and the final whistle meant three scrappily fought for points were ours.

final whistle

Not the most convincing of performances but how many times have we seen the so called experts laud a ManUre performance where they won a game in a similarly scrappy manner? Three points are vital for the return of confidence for our team and while it was a less than convincing performance all points are needed at this stage of the season.
Onwards and upwards, UTA!

Charybdis1966 (on twitter and Youtube)