Well, when in Somerset, how else to celebrate? I have just, having managed to avoid all mention of the match, caught up with the events of last night courtesy of ATVo. Thank you Arsenal.
You will all have seen it long before I, so the details of who scored when and how I don’t have to repeat. Only one dampener for me. Did Arsene not know my pound was on Arshavin when he foolishly allowed Cesc to take the penalty that opened the floodgates?
I am trying to relate the timings to what I was doing at the time. That penalty coincided with a very tasty starter of Asparagus spears wrapped in Parma ham served with sun-dried tomato. Little did I know as I raised a glass of powerful Merlot to my lips that I was celebrating the start of a quite awesome performance.
When Arsh grabbed what should have counted as the opening goal (I’ll get my pound back William Hill!) and the brilliant Chamakh struck for 3-0 I had moved onto a haunch of venison, and let me tell you this venison had a very tender haunch! Cesc’s second was accompanied by a truly outstanding sponge creation with apple and apricot and an artery-furring tennis ball sized dollop of double cream.
I would love to say I was washing that lot down with something small, powerful, and Mexican by the time Carlito grabbed his brace, but I was into the Glenmorangie with a vengeance. Now, however well I may have felt after all that fine dining, it just pales into insignificance compared to how I feel now.
A hearty breakfast consumed, I have watched in awe that performance and some things have to be said. True, if we go and lose at Sunderland on Saturday the performance last night will count for very little, but I just don’t see that happening. Don’t tell me Braga were poor, because I will insist that they were made to look poor by one of the finest demonstrations of fluid pass and move football I have ever had the pleasure to witness, and in the Wenger years there have been many.
I was mesmerised at times by the intricate exchanges by just about the whole side all over the pitch. To single out anyone would be wrong. Fabregas, Nasri, Wilshere, and Arshavin just make the ball talk, and then there is Chamakh. The Moroccan is quite simply the player we have been missing these last three years, and his value was underlined when he was substituted after an hour or so to ensure his availability for the harder battles to come.
So it a very happy ‘holic who is off on a cheese hunt in the Cheddar Gorge today. Have a good one yourselves, people. Back with a brief Mackem preview tomorrow.
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