from
the factory floor
DW
Stadium
Referee:
Mark Clattenburg
Arteta
[28] Vermaelen [29] Gervinho [61] Van Persie [78]
Vast
numbers of NY Gooners continue to appear at every match down at the Factory, so
much so that we were once again shunted upstairs. With a gooner behind the bar
on the main level, this suits us just fine. I fear for Liam’s health though. I
still can’t figure how he kept pace with all four of us.
Speaking of pace, early going it was fairly pedestrian. Given the rotation for the CC match it
was interesting to see how slowly we got out of the gate. I arrived a few
minutes late and missed the early Wigan chances, so perhaps there
was a little mini-shock there to overcome. Most forward moves for the first 20
odd minutes involved Arsenal players running in straight lines toward the Wigan goal, without too much
threat.
The
weather wasn’t exactly contributing to the spectacle of the match. It was a
typically grim Wigan afternoon. TJ observed that despite the eclipse Pat
Rice was wearing sunglasses. If Gervinho’s head was going block out the sun,
then we would just have to play in the shade.
It
looked like a match where our deeper players might need to get involved in the
attacking build-up. Typically Martinez ’ side doesn’t set their
stall out to frustrate, but it seemed that would be the case. I figured Song
would be the one to get forward to try and make something happen. Instead it
was Arteta who stepped up and lashed a drive goal wards. I had just enough time
to say ‘nice hit’ when it soared past the keeper and into the net. Well he did
say he wanted to get in amongst the goals. Boof. He did.
In
no time we had a corner after the restart. RVP curled a long cross to the back
post, and Vermaelen rose, not like, but above a Sammon and pinged it in off the
post. It was the very definition of a towering header. Only a minute had elapsed since the opener.
Two nil to the Arsenal going into the break, and we really need a song for him.
Rather than sit comfortably, the goals seemed to awaken the whole team and we
spent the rest of the half snapping at Wigan heels, harrying and
harrassing them off the ball.
After
halftime it was just about right back to the domination of the first, again
without much in terms of scintillating football. Van Persie and Ramsey got
themselves into a tussle with the Wigan center-backs, with the Welshman
emerging with the ball and shaping to shoot in the penalty area when he was
rather blatantly pulled down to the ground without his defender getting
anywhere near the ball. Clattenburg waved play on incredulously. If I’m honest,
I wasn’t initially too bothered, but there was a tiny doubt back in the
recesses of our collective Arsenal memory, a nagging reminder of our
capitulations against this team in the past two seasons.
Instead, a long series of passes ended at RVP’s feet
in the penalty area. He did his ducking and diving routine, wriggled some space
and hit a shot that Al Habsi could only parry and Gervinho converted the tricky
rebound. It was a much needed goal for his confidence and a chance for a bit of
a love-in with the away fans [is there any better traveling support in the
league, I think not].
The
grittiness of this team continues each week. Without ever scaling the heights
this was a comfortable win, almost workman-like. Commentators moaned for a good
hour about Wigan ’s poor defending. The scouse
accent gave away some lingering bitterness from 1989. [I suggest prune juice].
With some prompting from TJ we realized, like a comfortable pair of shoes, how
cozy it is to complain about being 3-0 up away from home. We are getting our
Arsenal back.
Chandler
bemoaned the missed penalty shout the loudest, and after I mooted the scenario
of bringing on some players in need of confidence [Park, Chamakh, Arshavin] we
concluded that a 4-0 scoreline was a higher priority, in terms of continuing
the impressive progress this side have made since the beginning of the season,
in terms of confidence within the squad, and recognition from without.
The
fourth goal eventually arrived. Theo did some strong work in his first touch
and his fight to set up RVP, showing good awareness to pick the skipper out
between 4 recovering Wigan defenders. I just can’t say enough about Walcott’s
improvement. His first touch now tends to put him in a position to get behind
defenders and he no longer looks to be apologetic about his pace. He has
developed an intelligence about how and when to use it that has put paid to the
‘no football brain’ jibes. I have been duly converted.
With
the goal came the requisite raft of changes. There was too little left in the
match for any of them to make any inroads, but it was good to see Coquelin get
a run-out just as well. It was just reward for his midweek performance and
possibly the start of more minutes for him in the league.
Much
was said about Arsenal’s away form in the early part of this season. However
since the trips to Old Trafford and Ewood Park that form has been
completely reversed. Only City are more lethal goal scorers on their travels
full-stop, and barring those two early defeats, Arsenal boast one of the best
defenses in the league on the road. With the rest of the league results coming
in, we could further enjoy the gloss of the final score as we climbed above Newcastle into fifth place. Not a bad
day at all.
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Nice report. Keep up the good work
ReplyDeletecheers anon. I'm having a ball.
ReplyDeleteWill add my name to the "vast numbers" on the team sheet Saturday for Everton. Promise.
ReplyDeleteaye aye cap'n. Liam might bust an artery
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